<?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-7025549610857127255</id><updated>2012-02-12T20:35:57.864-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5215540147039122440</id><published>2012-02-12T20:06:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T20:09:13.269-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Burra.</title><content type='html'>Eu tinha obrigacao de responder certo e errei.&lt;div&gt;Me sinto burra e fico com vontade de desistir, de correr e sumir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tenho vontade de chorar, mas nao vou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5215540147039122440?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5215540147039122440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5215540147039122440' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5215540147039122440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5215540147039122440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2012/02/burra.html' title='Burra.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2716138330660445804</id><published>2012-01-28T21:03:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:09:34.736-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Tenho pressa, choro e acho que minha vez nunca chegará.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Preciso aprender que as coisas não acontecerão no meu tempo e sim no tempo de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Sei que apenas crer não é o bastante, preciso fazer minha parte. E vou fazer. Já estou fazendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;Preciso acreditar mais em mim, eu sei que sou capaz de alcançar meus objetos e realizar meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2716138330660445804?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2716138330660445804/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2716138330660445804' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2716138330660445804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2716138330660445804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/crer.html' title='Crer.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4610396783920209393</id><published>2012-01-22T11:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T12:22:12.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Week - parte 2.</title><content type='html'>De volta pra falar sobre a comida do Restaurant Week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexta-feira a noite o lugar escolhido foi o Three Burguers. O lugar é novo, está aberto a apenas 7 (sete) meses. O ambiente é super agradável e o atendimento bem simpático. No cardápio tinham várias opções de bebidas e comida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, vamos ao que interessa: os pratos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Entrada: Iscas de frango empanadas em flocos de milho crocante empanadas. Estava bem sequinho, mas a "crosta" de flocos de milho estava demais pra pouco frango.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prato principal: Costelinha ao molho barbecue com batatinha frita. A carne estava muito boa e a batata também. No entanto, achei o prato muito simples. Se estivessem feito algo diferente com batata ou outro acompanhamento teria ficado melhor e mais digno de participar do Restaurant Week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Sobremesa: Nada a reclamar. Adorei o cheesecake com calda de frutas vermelhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por motivos particulares e não sei se conseguirei ir em outro participante desse evento. Se for, volto pra contar o que achei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4610396783920209393?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4610396783920209393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4610396783920209393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4610396783920209393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4610396783920209393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/restaurant-wee-parte-2.html' title='Restaurant Week - parte 2.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2661070780673918321</id><published>2012-01-19T14:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:07:48.115-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Restaurant Week.</title><content type='html'>Desde de 2010 vamos conhecer restaurantes da cidade quando começa o Restaurant Week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basicamente esse evento tem a finalidade de oferecer pratos requintados nos melhores restaurantes da cidade por um valor mais em conta. O valor desse ano está em $ 31,90 o almoço e $ 43,90 o jantar. Ah, esse valor inclui entrada, prato principal e sobremesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O primeiro restaurante que fui esse ano foi o Bier Haus que fica na 402 sul. A entrada escolhida foi carpaccio, o prato principal costelinha ao molho barbecue, e a sobremesa torta alemã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Entrada: No carpaccio eles colocaram uma mostarda escura, não gostei muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prato principal: O arroz que acompanhava a costelinha estava gostoso. O ponto da carne estava bom, mas o barbecue não tinha gosto de barbecue e estava com muita cebola e pimenta. A batata frita que veio como acompanhamento estava bem engordurada, não consegui comer nem um pedaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. A torta alemã estava até gostosinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ambiente do restaurante é até legal, você pode escolher mesas do lado de fora ou do lado de dentro. As mesas que ficam dentro não te isolam do que acontece lá fora, pois tudo é de vidro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostei do atendimento, os garçons eram foram bem atenciosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De zero a 10, a nota que eu dou é 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje vou conhecer outro restaurante. Amanhã volto aqui e conto pra vocês o que achei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2661070780673918321?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2661070780673918321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2661070780673918321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2661070780673918321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2661070780673918321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/restaurant-week.html' title='Restaurant Week.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6541422876383602859</id><published>2012-01-17T15:31:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:57:41.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade.</title><content type='html'>"Só é feliz quem tem dinheiro."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo capitalista em que vivemos diz que para alcançar a felicidade é necessário ganhar rios de dinheiro, ter o carro do ano e fazer viagens para o exterior com frequência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não acredito nisso. Acho que pra ser feliz não depende só de dinheiro. É claro que dinheiro ajuda, mas ele não é o principal fator pra arrancar um sorriso e um obrigado sincero de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar a lua me deixa extremamente feliz e pra isso eu não preciso gastar um tostão. Já ir pra NY me deixou mega feliz, no entanto eu precisei de uma certa quantia em dinheiro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente é feliz comendo caviar no restaurante mais caro da cidade, já eu sou feliz comendo amora direto do pé na casa do sogro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo depende de como, onde e o que faz você feliz. Podemos ser felizes com as coisas mais simples ou mais requintadas, cabe a nós escolhermos o que é melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ser feliz com pouca coisa não significa se contentar com pouca coisa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6541422876383602859?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6541422876383602859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6541422876383602859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6541422876383602859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6541422876383602859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2012/01/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2787325318949747221</id><published>2011-12-25T13:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T13:14:52.447-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal.</title><content type='html'>"Então é Natal, pro enfermo e pro são&lt;br /&gt;Pro rico e pro pobre, num só coração&lt;br /&gt;Então bom Natal, pro branco e pro negro&lt;br /&gt;Amarelo e vermelho, pra paz afinal&lt;br /&gt;Então bom Natal, e um ano novo também&lt;br /&gt;Que seja feliz quem, souber o que é o bem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal é época de traçar novas metas e fazer de tudo pra conseguir alcançá-las, é o momento de refletir e ver o que temos de melhor e manter, é a hora de jogar fora o que nos deixa infeliz ou nos faz mal e renovar as boas energias. É a hora de mandar mensagem pra todos que são importantes pra gente, é a hora de dizer “eu te amo”, é a hora de presentear e ser presenteado, enfim, é a hora pra ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não devemos fazer essas coisas apenas quando chega o Natal, mas sim durante todos os dias do ano. Ser feliz, amar, conquistar deve ser nosso objetivo diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2787325318949747221?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2787325318949747221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2787325318949747221' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2787325318949747221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2787325318949747221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='Natal.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2117562734224777656</id><published>2011-12-14T15:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:23:03.712-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo.</title><content type='html'>Eu não queria escrever esse texto aqui, mas hoje estou sem meu companheiro net branco e preciso "desabafar" em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive coragem de dizer --ou melhor, mandar por email-- o que meu coração sente. Disse que ainda a amava, e amava muito. Disse também quão doloroso foi pra mim ficar sem ela.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se ela irá ler, se irá achar tosto, se irá responder... mas não estou preocupada com isso. Eu só queria que ela soubesse o que se passava dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Fui breve, no entanto acredito ter conseguido passar tudo que eu estava sentindo naquele momento e em momentos passados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso. E não sou gay.&lt;br /&gt;(E)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2117562734224777656?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2117562734224777656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2117562734224777656' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2117562734224777656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2117562734224777656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8304762616414250795</id><published>2011-12-09T12:46:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T13:02:03.748-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias.</title><content type='html'>E as férias finalmente chegaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano eu não viajarei, passarei o natal e o ano novo em Brasília. Será o segundo ano consecutivo que não irei visitar a minha amada avó (coração apertado e morrendo de saudade). &lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso reclamar de ficar por aqui. Esse foi um ano muito especial pra mim, foi o ano em que eu conheci Curitiba (carnaval), foi o ano em que fiz minha primeira -- e perfeita-- viagem internacional, fui visitar NY (meu aniversário), ah, fui também a Caldas Novas passar um final de semana agradabilíssimo ao lado da família. Pra mim já está ótimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como não irei viajar vou aproveitar pra estudar pro meu concurso público, quero em breve voltar aqui para dar a notícia de que serei funcionária pública do TJ. Ai sim poderei me dar de presente várias outras viagens legais e passar o ano novo em lugares diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas férias e boas festas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8304762616414250795?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8304762616414250795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8304762616414250795' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8304762616414250795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8304762616414250795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/12/ferias.html' title='Férias.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6315049070927178003</id><published>2011-11-01T23:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T23:07:39.523-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Livro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93SQO4fFKhg/TrCWNN2vG5I/AAAAAAAAANg/6w6cPoPL0-w/s1600/tudo-aquilo-que-nunca-foi-dito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93SQO4fFKhg/TrCWNN2vG5I/AAAAAAAAANg/6w6cPoPL0-w/s320/tudo-aquilo-que-nunca-foi-dito.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670197084661160850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo aquilo que nunca foi dito" - Marc Levy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje enquanto esperava meus pais entrei em uma livraria e logo de cara me deparei com esse livro. O título me chamou atenção e resolvi ler a sinopse. Não resisti, tive que comprar e começar a ler naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Me apaixonei pelo livro. Claro, ainda não terminei de lê-lo, mas já vi que passarei bons momentos em sua companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6315049070927178003?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6315049070927178003/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6315049070927178003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6315049070927178003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6315049070927178003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/11/livro.html' title='Livro.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93SQO4fFKhg/TrCWNN2vG5I/AAAAAAAAANg/6w6cPoPL0-w/s72-c/tudo-aquilo-que-nunca-foi-dito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3450112547301769145</id><published>2011-10-25T21:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:10:38.104-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje.</title><content type='html'>Morta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia foi cansativo. Acordei cedo pra ir fazer prova, depois fui correndo encontrar com amor pra irmos até a CODHAB. &lt;br /&gt;Cheguei lá 10h30 da manhã e saí às 16h. Fiquei todo esse tempo em pé, com fome e com sede. Não podia sair de lá, porque se não perderia o lugar na fila.&lt;br /&gt;Essas seis horas esperando atendimento me fez ter a certeza do quanto é precário o atendimento público de Brasília. Fiquei triste. Triste pelas pessoas que dependem do transporte público diariamente, dos hospitais públicos e de todos os outros serviço públicos dessa cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O descaso do governo com a população é irritante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3450112547301769145?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3450112547301769145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3450112547301769145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3450112547301769145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3450112547301769145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje.html' title='Hoje.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1365907402097875131</id><published>2011-10-24T14:34:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:45:06.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana.</title><content type='html'>Foi um final de semana tranquilo e frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira fiquei no aconchego das cobertas. Sábado pela tarde fiz prova e a noite fui jantar na casa de uma querida amiga. Domingo acordei tarde *.*, almocei tarde e depois fui tentar pegar ingresso pra assistir a um espetáculo no CCBB, mas não consegui. Passei em um outro evento que estava tendo na explanada, mas também não deu pra entrar. Voltei pra casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora a semana começa e as provas continuam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1365907402097875131?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1365907402097875131/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1365907402097875131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1365907402097875131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1365907402097875131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-9046869430139458006</id><published>2011-10-18T13:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:00:02.071-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Provas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images03.olx.com.br/ui/4/09/05/1267389080_77240405_1-Fotos-de--APRENDER-NuCLEO-DE-ESTUDOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 625px; height: 564px;" src="http://images03.olx.com.br/ui/4/09/05/1267389080_77240405_1-Fotos-de--APRENDER-NuCLEO-DE-ESTUDOS.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a maratona de provas começa.&lt;br /&gt;Boas provas pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-9046869430139458006?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/9046869430139458006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=9046869430139458006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9046869430139458006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9046869430139458006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/provas.html' title='Provas.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3527461319934500133</id><published>2011-10-13T11:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T11:58:34.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insônia.</title><content type='html'>Essa noite foi complicada, credo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A insônia resolveu me visitar. &lt;br /&gt;Tinha duas aulas pra assistir pela manhã, mas não consegui levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Além de ter ido dormir depois das 3h da madrugada, um idiota aqui do meu condomínio ligou o som do carro dele bem alto, com música de corno e acabou me acordando –‘&lt;br /&gt;Não bastando isso, quando consigo dormir de novo tenho pesadelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui de ter insônia, muito pelo contrário, mas ontem/hoje ela veio com força total.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3527461319934500133?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3527461319934500133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3527461319934500133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3527461319934500133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3527461319934500133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/insonia.html' title='Insônia.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4635188219492728033</id><published>2011-10-10T13:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:22:09.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cachorro quente.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRVRrOhk9qI/TpMpK7zKwSI/AAAAAAAAANU/W4bVT8qVBmw/s1600/landi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRVRrOhk9qI/TpMpK7zKwSI/AAAAAAAAANU/W4bVT8qVBmw/s320/landi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914424362582306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre gostei de cachorro quente e há mais ou menos 1 (um) ano fui apresentada ao melhor de Brasília: Landi 405 sul.&lt;br /&gt;Lá é uma barraquinha que fica na esquina e só tem um tipo de "dog", aquele tradicional com salsicha, molho, batata palha, milho e mussarela. Tudo é feito na hora, do jeitinho que a gente quer. Ah, e eles que fabricam o pão e a batata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que todo mundo que gosta de um bom cachorro quente tem que experimentar o do Landi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#FicaaDica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: queria uma foto melhor, mas essa foi a única que eu encontrei de lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4635188219492728033?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4635188219492728033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4635188219492728033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4635188219492728033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4635188219492728033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/10/cachorro-quente.html' title='Cachorro quente.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wRVRrOhk9qI/TpMpK7zKwSI/AAAAAAAAANU/W4bVT8qVBmw/s72-c/landi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7376339884267734272</id><published>2011-08-29T17:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T17:27:27.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New York.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoWOhE7B1NQ/Tlv12M5YwwI/AAAAAAAAANM/Q5UT3l4RDi8/s1600/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoWOhE7B1NQ/Tlv12M5YwwI/AAAAAAAAANM/Q5UT3l4RDi8/s320/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646376869362713346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto no enorme e lindo Centra Park&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há alguns dias eu voltei dos EUA.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma viagem feita sem planejamento algum, em uma semana compramos as passagens, reservamos o hotel e fomos.&lt;br /&gt;O que mais gostei de lá foi a Times Square, tudo bem luminoso e com lojas enormes. Comi muito hot dog, o café da manhã era o melhor, andei de metrô, vi a Estátua da Liberdade, comprei algumas coisas, engordei, fui em museu, tomei banho de chuva no Central Park... Foi tudo perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fiquei a impressão de que tudo foi um sonho. Um sonho muito bom por sinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7376339884267734272?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7376339884267734272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7376339884267734272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7376339884267734272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7376339884267734272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-york.html' title='New York.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EoWOhE7B1NQ/Tlv12M5YwwI/AAAAAAAAANM/Q5UT3l4RDi8/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-65158270574873090</id><published>2011-08-15T16:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:38:10.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagem.</title><content type='html'>Eu só gostaria de dizer que amanhã eu farei minha primeira viagem internacional, irei pra New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como guia, companheiro e tradutor terei meu amado namorado. Acho que não poderia ser melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-65158270574873090?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/65158270574873090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=65158270574873090' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/65158270574873090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/65158270574873090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/08/viagem.html' title='Viagem.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6360088285379168960</id><published>2011-06-30T23:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:56:42.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma fase da vida se encerra e outra começa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que estou me sentindo agora. Fechei uma porta, mas pretendo, em breve abrir outra.&lt;br /&gt;Durante um ano e meio estagiei em um lugar muito legal onde tive a oportunidade de aprender muito: Juizado Especial Cível.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que com a experiência de lá me tornei uma pessoa melhor, mais paciente e mais humana. Lidar com outros seres humanos é difícil e mais difícil ainda é conseguir agradar a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Em alguns momentos fui capaz de ajudar as pessoas só por ter ouvido suas lamentações e acredite isso foi é muito gratificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, esse tempo lá me aguçou mais ainda vontade de trabalhar com o público. E já comecei a estudar pra isso. Boa sorte pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6360088285379168960?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6360088285379168960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6360088285379168960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6360088285379168960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6360088285379168960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/uma-fase-da-vida-se-encerra-e-outra.html' title=''/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4521168696338868233</id><published>2011-06-13T20:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:21:44.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tempo do outro.</title><content type='html'>E em um belo sábado, véspera do dias dos namorados, eu ouvi uma frase mais ou menos assim: “amar é estar no tempo da outra pessoa.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Pe. Fábio de Melo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas das frases mais lindas e com mais sentindo que já vi.&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele mora sozinho, tem um jeitinho e um cantinho peculiar de guardar sua bagunça: o sofá. É melhor, assim quando vamos assistir filme ficamos mais pertinho um do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Ele começou sua pós-graduação em 2003 e teria que terminá-la em 2004. Mas quando as coisas tiverem mais calmas ele mexe na monografia. &lt;br /&gt;Ele tem que estar no trabalho todos os dias 12h, só que acordas as 11h. Pra que pressa? Às vezes é bom ficar devendo horas pra pagar depois.&lt;br /&gt;Ele diz que um dia casa, e como quem casa quer casa, ele também diz que um dia vai construí-la.&lt;br /&gt;Adora almoçar na casa do pai aos domingos, mas sempre chega lá depois de 13h. Melhor, assim quando chegar a comida já estará pronta.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem muitas blusas, grande maioria com mais de 5 anos e com furinhos embaixo do braço. Só que não precisa doar, ele as usa só com blusas sociais, nem dá pra ver que estão feinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem um carro que sempre está sujo, mas pra que gastar dinheiro mandando lavar? A chuva lava.&lt;br /&gt;Ele trabalha na CEF e todos os anos ganha camisetas da empresa, adora usá-las, assim ele economiza e pode sair pra jantar em lugar mais legal.&lt;br /&gt;Ele tem que pôr roupa suja pra lavar porque as limpas estão acabando, mas o barulho da máquina vai incomodar, melhor então  jogar vídeo game no volume máximo da TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse é o meu namorado. Eu amo e aprendo a amá-lo todos os dias tendo paciência e respeitando o seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4521168696338868233?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4521168696338868233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4521168696338868233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4521168696338868233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4521168696338868233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo-do-outro.html' title='O tempo do outro.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2965394132763409406</id><published>2011-05-23T20:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T20:36:58.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGwAceQHtg8/Tdrsz8FFdJI/AAAAAAAAANA/46mbBe8Srwo/s1600/orar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGwAceQHtg8/Tdrsz8FFdJI/AAAAAAAAANA/46mbBe8Srwo/s320/orar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610056662888314002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu peço que Deus cuide de mim, de você, de nós e do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Peço que Ele nos abençoe para que possamos ser felizes um ao lado do outro&lt;br /&gt;E que nossos sonhos se realizem, que a gente se case e que nossos filhos nasçam&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo dure muito, que seja eterno, que seja amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2965394132763409406?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2965394132763409406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2965394132763409406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2965394132763409406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2965394132763409406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/05/pedido.html' title='Pedido.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KGwAceQHtg8/Tdrsz8FFdJI/AAAAAAAAANA/46mbBe8Srwo/s72-c/orar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1527182833653394619</id><published>2011-04-26T00:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T00:07:27.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feriadão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHbn1hjGVI/TbY2EEB4z3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DyPCweH36Ac/s1600/P1080450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHbn1hjGVI/TbY2EEB4z3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DyPCweH36Ac/s320/P1080450.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599722630110826354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi com essa imagem que eu me deparei todos os dias desse feriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá eu não precisava de som, pois eu tinha o canto dos pássaros. Eu não precisava de quadro em paredes, eu tinha a beleza das árvores. Eu não precisava de relógio, o Sol me dizia à hora de levantar e a Lua a hora de deitar.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim meu feriado prolongado na chácara. Consegui descansar, refletir e renovar(acho que esse é o sentido da páscoa).&lt;br /&gt;Como companhia tive: meus pais, namorado, irmão, tia, primas, maridos das primas, cachorros, peixes, pássaros, grilos, marimbondos e pernilongos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um ótimo feriado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1527182833653394619?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1527182833653394619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1527182833653394619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1527182833653394619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1527182833653394619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/feriadao.html' title='Feriadão.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BBHbn1hjGVI/TbY2EEB4z3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/DyPCweH36Ac/s72-c/P1080450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3474193375406173948</id><published>2011-04-18T00:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T00:14:30.488-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressa.</title><content type='html'>...e eu que achava que o final de semana estaria terminando bem, que tudo tinha sido lindo e maravilhoso e que a semana que está por vir teria tudo pra ser agradável e começar da melhor forma possível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nos antecipamos achando que poderá acontecer isso ou aquilo, assim ou assado, mas por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Será que não somos capazes de esperar algo acabar pra poder começarmos a tirar conclusões, achar o que tem que achar ou fazer dizer o que tiver que dizer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3474193375406173948?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3474193375406173948/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3474193375406173948' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3474193375406173948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3474193375406173948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/04/pressa.html' title='Pressa.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-9019594015376022228</id><published>2011-03-21T20:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:04:34.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>1 ano...</title><content type='html'>1 ano de superação, de amor, de lembranças, de sonhos, de pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 ano com ele ao meu lado me ajudando a superar o trauma, enxugando minhas lágrimas, me amando e me fazendo feliz. &lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos ter tido um começo mais feliz e romântico? Não sei. Nem mesmo sei se fosse diferente teria ao menos um começo. Como dizem, “há males que vem para o bem” e esse foi o meu caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-9019594015376022228?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/9019594015376022228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=9019594015376022228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9019594015376022228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9019594015376022228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/1-ano.html' title='1 ano...'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8395226127288032202</id><published>2011-03-09T10:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:05:32.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qP-6vdL-gCg/TXeI2JV2InI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RP3m5gDG880/s1600/P1060619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qP-6vdL-gCg/TXeI2JV2InI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RP3m5gDG880/s320/P1060619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582080726950879858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acabou o caraval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria participar do "eba eba" desse feriado e então decidi ir pra algum lugar onde fosse mais tranquilo, sem barulho, e o destino escolhido foi Curitiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ir tive uma notícia desanimadora, o voo atrasou duas horas, mas quando cheguei e senti aquele friozinho gostoso tudo melhorou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei da cidade, realmente estava bem parada, sem festas e barulho, tudo o que eu procurava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visitei alguns pontos turísticos, comprei vinhos, tomei chocolate quente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei os três dias que fiquei por lá, foram ótimos, principalmente por causa da companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8395226127288032202?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8395226127288032202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8395226127288032202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8395226127288032202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8395226127288032202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnaval.html' title='Carnaval.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qP-6vdL-gCg/TXeI2JV2InI/AAAAAAAAAMw/RP3m5gDG880/s72-c/P1060619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4016919462451422487</id><published>2011-03-01T23:16:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T23:18:34.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças.</title><content type='html'>Como é bom relembrar aquela viagem perfeita, aquele final de semana com os amigos, aquele beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças de um tempo que não voltará, saudade de algo que às vezes não podermos mais matar. Fica na memória, se eterniza em um cantinho especial dentro de cada um que compartilhou desses momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes dá vontade de voltar no tempo e repetir tudo novamente. Sorrir, sentir, viver como nesses dias maravilhosos. Mas será que teria a mesma graça, o mesmo gostinho de novidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4016919462451422487?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4016919462451422487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4016919462451422487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4016919462451422487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4016919462451422487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8792483976547953866</id><published>2011-01-29T19:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T19:10:36.336-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar.</title><content type='html'>"Amar sem ser amado", quem nunca escutou essa frase ou passou por isso? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é dar e não receber. Claro que as vezes há reciprocidade, mas nem sempre é assim. Quando essa reciprocidade existe tudo fica mais fácil e mais feliz, agora quando acontece o contrário as coisas ficam mais difíceis, o coração fica apertado e as lágrimas são inevitáveis. &lt;br /&gt;Seja amor de homem e mulher, pai e filho ou amizade, ambos podem nos levar a fazer loucuras ou quase morrer de sofrimento. &lt;br /&gt;Eu particulamente amo amar, já fiz coisas lindas por meus amores, mas também já os magoei (claro que não de propósito). Esses erros cometidos me fizeram perder algumas pessoas, eu consegui recosquistar umas, outras não, e essas que não reconquistei, continuo amando mesmo assim, porque como disse no início do texto: amar é dar e não receber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8792483976547953866?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8792483976547953866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8792483976547953866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8792483976547953866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8792483976547953866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/amar.html' title='Amar.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3206362781197091095</id><published>2011-01-25T19:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T20:07:09.156-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana passada.</title><content type='html'>Eitha que semana passada foi complicada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segunda comecei a frequentar academia, terça trabalho puxado e penas doloridas, quarta fui ao médico pela manhã e a tarde fui resolver os últimos detalhes pra minha entrevista na embaixada. Consegui juntar toda papelada que precisava, mas infelizmente na quinta-feira, dia da tão esperada entrevista, passei mal de madrugada, fui parar no hospital com fortes dores na barriga, médica mandou me internar e fazer uma porção de exames, e já eras embaixada... Sexta fiquei os cuidados do meu namorado e recebi visita de uma amiga. Final de semana foi mais tranquilo, comprei meus materias e encontrei algumas pessoas que não via a tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E essa semana começa com academia de novo e com ótimas notícias: amiga passa na prova pra estagiar na defensoria pública e família está chegagando. Espero que continue assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3206362781197091095?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3206362781197091095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3206362781197091095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3206362781197091095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3206362781197091095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/semana-passada.html' title='Semana passada.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1615912018026933176</id><published>2011-01-12T19:45:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:00:34.135-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desabafo.</title><content type='html'>Gritar, bater, xingar e chorar. É isso que eu tenho vontade de fazer quando fico irritada comigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes faço algumas coisas e acabo quebrando a cara. Por mais que eu tente eu não consigo deixar de criar espectativas, tento ser fria, racional e deixar simplesmente acontecer, mas não dá. Em alguns momentos não dá. E isso acaba acontecendo principalmente quando espero demais dos outros. Sei que não sou a santa, sei que já errei feio, mas também já fiz muita coisa boa por muitas pessoas, e acho que é por isso que espero que os outros façam por mim. Ok. "Ame e faça o bem sem eperar nada em troca", só que as vezes é difícil hein!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1615912018026933176?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1615912018026933176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1615912018026933176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1615912018026933176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1615912018026933176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/desabafo.html' title='Desabafo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4147606329627308432</id><published>2011-01-07T20:26:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:09:09.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta.</title><content type='html'>Hoje é sexta-feira e eu voltei a trabalhar. Foi bom, como não viajei já estava cansada de ficar de pernas pra cima. &lt;br /&gt;Além de ficar de pernas pro ar durante esses dias de folga consegui pensar, refletir e me decidir sobre algumas coisas, o que me fez muito bem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos meus amados estão viajando, tive mais certeza do quanto me fazem falta, porém vi o quanto sou forte e capaz de me virar e superar alguns medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, hoje não tenho muita coisa pra dizer, passei por aqui porque gosto e quero escrever mais no blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4147606329627308432?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4147606329627308432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4147606329627308432' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4147606329627308432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4147606329627308432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/de-volta.html' title='De volta.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6910379791896375754</id><published>2011-01-01T19:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:58:58.587-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus ano velho!</title><content type='html'>2010 foi um ano bom, cheio de aprendizado, amor, brigas, pazes, ensinamentos, crescimento, reecontros, despedidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que 2011 seja um ano melhor ainda, repleto de sorrisos e coisas boas pra todos nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6910379791896375754?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6910379791896375754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6910379791896375754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6910379791896375754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6910379791896375754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2011/01/adeus-ano-velho.html' title='Adeus ano velho!'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3870692950008245631</id><published>2010-12-24T21:22:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T21:35:45.194-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Então é natal.</title><content type='html'>Dia 24 de dezembro, o dia em que todos se reunem, esperam o relógio marcar 0h e comemoram o nascimento de Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que o espirito natalino toque, alcance todos os corações. Que o amor se renove e comece de forma mais sincera. Claro, que esse sentimento perdure não só até o fim da ceia, mas por todos os outros dias do ano. &lt;br /&gt;Presentes, amor, perdão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3870692950008245631?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3870692950008245631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3870692950008245631' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3870692950008245631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3870692950008245631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/entao-e-natal.html' title='Então é natal.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8259164039446710355</id><published>2010-12-14T11:28:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:36:01.439-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada.</title><content type='html'>"Cansei.&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de te amar, de me preocupar, de correr atrás.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes somos forçados a tomar algumas decisões pra evitar sofrer, e eu tive que fazer isso. A decisão já está tomada, irei esquecer você. E eu sei que não será nada fácil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8259164039446710355?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8259164039446710355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8259164039446710355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8259164039446710355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8259164039446710355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/12/cansada.html' title='Cansada.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7056250457517800761</id><published>2010-11-15T23:48:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:05:48.189-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ele.</title><content type='html'>"E nesse exato momento eu estou quase morrendo de saudade. Saudade daquela voz e daquele abraço, daquele beijo e daquelas piadas sem graça. Quero te esperar o tempo que for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7056250457517800761?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7056250457517800761/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7056250457517800761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7056250457517800761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7056250457517800761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/ele.html' title='Ele.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5668646211753314953</id><published>2010-11-03T23:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:30:57.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Extravasar.</title><content type='html'>Vontade de extravasar, de dizer muitas coisas. Mas sei que não devo, e é por isso que me calo e choro apenas pro meu travesseiro. &lt;br /&gt;Vontade de sumir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5668646211753314953?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5668646211753314953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5668646211753314953' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5668646211753314953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5668646211753314953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/11/extravasar.html' title='Extravasar.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3699869713593004812</id><published>2010-09-25T12:11:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T14:19:14.699-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TJ4RPIsbfUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QNvsCBn392U/s1600/poesia_pura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TJ4RPIsbfUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QNvsCBn392U/s320/poesia_pura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520869144932351298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez estou fazendo a postagem de um note com o teclado desconfigurado.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses ultimos dias gostaria de ter postado algumas coisas aqui no blog, infelizmente nao pude.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de deixar relatado aqui meus pensamentos, devaneios, acho que escrever tambem e uma forma de nos aliviar, desabafar, acalmar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3699869713593004812?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3699869713593004812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3699869713593004812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3699869713593004812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3699869713593004812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/09/falta.html' title='Falta.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TJ4RPIsbfUI/AAAAAAAAAMg/QNvsCBn392U/s72-c/poesia_pura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6505897146326754602</id><published>2010-08-21T11:20:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T11:41:35.807-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!</title><content type='html'>--O tecleado do note que eu estou fazendo esta postagem esta' desconfigurado, entao desconsidem a falta de acento nas palavras.--&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de postar nao por falta de vontade, mas sim por falta de tempo, e acho que tanto tempo sem passar por aqui me deixou um pouco sem pratica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante esse tempo que fiquei sem dar noticias correu tudo bem e sem muitas novidades. Alguns estresses, muitas alegrias, uma ou outra duvida, diversos esclarescimentos, porem nada fora do esperado.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi meu aniversario, completei 20 anos de vida e resolvi ir comemorar junto com os amigos e a familia, foi simplesmente maravilhoso. &lt;br /&gt;Esse semana pegarei firme nos estudos, as aulas ja comecaram a alguns dias e ainda nao parei pra estudar de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, no geral e' isso. E tentarei voltar a postar com mais frequencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6505897146326754602?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6505897146326754602/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6505897146326754602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6505897146326754602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6505897146326754602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/08/voltei.html' title='Voltei!'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1050798837398798456</id><published>2010-07-11T15:16:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:18:53.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Viagens.</title><content type='html'>Como não pude viajar agora no meio do ano, comecei a olhar algumas fotos de viagens que fiz em 2009 e 201O e tive mais certeza de que viajar me faz muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro fui pra Fortaleza-CE em agosto. Não estava muito animada pra essa viagem, mas quando cheguei lá e me deparei com aquele mar lindo meu humor mudou completamente. Em setembro segui pra São Paulo-SP, fui com o pessoal da faculdade, conheci muita gente, aprendi muita coisa, foi bem proveitoso. Em dezembro fui pra Alto Paraíso-GO, e como já registrei aqui algumas vezes lá é um lugar fantástico e que quero voltar a visitar novamente. E enfim, minha rotina de final/começo de ano, interior do Ceará, mais precisamente em Tianguá. Sítio da vovó, com galinhas, pés de frutas, terra, muito café, carro de boi... Não há lugar melhor pra eu renovar minhas energias e voltar com pique pra mais um ano. E no carnaval desse ano de 2010 meu destino foi Carmo da Cachoeira-MG, interior de Minas Gerais, acho que nunca tinha subido tanta ladeira, mas foi ótimo também. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre é bom relembrar do que nos faz bem né!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1050798837398798456?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1050798837398798456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1050798837398798456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1050798837398798456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1050798837398798456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/07/viagens.html' title='Viagens.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4249771465983532699</id><published>2010-06-25T10:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:55:51.832-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TCS1PlK4UCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TowbyPCJrkI/s1600/OgAAAKYmHGel6cfEAyR0MIa-FIO-EtYsZObmZOYGMA05QWxR184SaToMy2Qq3kgfW0H5FEoMgN0TLNhgrGuavRfQrcgAm1T1UFm9vDTbWcTjv6RAB47TzWrBGo0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TCS1PlK4UCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TowbyPCJrkI/s320/OgAAAKYmHGel6cfEAyR0MIa-FIO-EtYsZObmZOYGMA05QWxR184SaToMy2Qq3kgfW0H5FEoMgN0TLNhgrGuavRfQrcgAm1T1UFm9vDTbWcTjv6RAB47TzWrBGo0a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486709525324517410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da viagem que eu fiz ano passado pra Alto Paraíso-GO. Foi uma viagem sem programação, com mais duas pessoas ótimas, ficamos por lá dois dias e meio e o não gastamos quase nada. Lá conseguia respirar o ar puro, acordava com os passarinhos cantando e sem barulho de carro, celular, televisão e internet não fizeram falta alguma. A água gelada das cachoeiras relaxavam e a pousada tinha toda simplicidade e conforto que eram necessário pra nos fazer sentir a vontade. Os momentos que passei lá estão eternizados em minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4249771465983532699?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4249771465983532699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4249771465983532699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4249771465983532699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4249771465983532699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/momento.html' title='Momento.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/TCS1PlK4UCI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TowbyPCJrkI/s72-c/OgAAAKYmHGel6cfEAyR0MIa-FIO-EtYsZObmZOYGMA05QWxR184SaToMy2Qq3kgfW0H5FEoMgN0TLNhgrGuavRfQrcgAm1T1UFm9vDTbWcTjv6RAB47TzWrBGo0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6757330860287957132</id><published>2010-06-23T19:53:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:08:06.479-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caos em Brasília.</title><content type='html'>Uma loucura essa cidade sem ônibus. Não uso ônibus, mas vejo com as pessoas que conheço e utilizam esse meio de transporte o quanto tem feito falta. As pessoas ficam de pés e mãos atadas pq não é todo mundo que tem carro ou que pode trocar o ônibus pelo metrô. E hoje agora pouco o metrô estragou, ninguém entre e ninguém sai. É muita falta de respeito com os usuário do trânsporte público. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: E as eleições estão batendo na porta já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6757330860287957132?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6757330860287957132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6757330860287957132' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6757330860287957132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6757330860287957132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/caos-em-brasilia.html' title='Caos em Brasília.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8510606447163681574</id><published>2010-06-18T12:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:25:15.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saga.</title><content type='html'>O que acontece, é que a uns dois meses atrás eu bati o carro. A mais ou menos um mês quase fundi o motor de outro carro porque não coloquei água no radiador, e na mesma semana o carro da amora ficou sem gasolina e ela ia me levar pra casa. Mas pra completar minha saga com carro, hoje feliz e satisfeita voltando pra casa, o meu carro fica sem acelaração. Parei tranquilamente em um estacionamento e notei que o cabo do acelarador poderia ter rompido. Fui em uma oficina próxima e o mecânico disse que era a "borrachinha do acelerador" que estava desgatada e acabou caindo.OK. Ele fez a troca da tal borrachinha e voltei pra casa tranquilamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que alguém vai dizer que o problema é com essa motorista que vos fala, mas eu não dirijo mal e nem sou tão barbeira. Não entendo porque isso acontece =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: Alguém me dá um mtorista de presente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8510606447163681574?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8510606447163681574/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8510606447163681574' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8510606447163681574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8510606447163681574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/saga.html' title='Saga.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6083389170659307709</id><published>2010-06-18T11:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T12:18:59.455-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabando.</title><content type='html'>Enfim fiz a última prova da faucldade, alívio misturado com tensão. &lt;br /&gt;Nessas duas semanas de férias vou aproveitar pra ler alguns livro que quero, assistir alguns filmes, encontrar com alguns amigos, estudar um pouco de espanhol...&lt;br /&gt;Vou entrar de férias na faculdade, mas continuarei firme, forte e feliz no meu trabalho. Não vou negar que é cansantivo e algumas vezes estressante, no entanto a cada dia fico mais feliz lá. Além de colocar em prática o que vejo na sala de aula, ajudo pessoas que realmente precisam de uma "mãozinha" pra alcançar o que é seu de direito.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda-feira ainda tenho um trabalho pra entregar e depois espero estar realmente livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham um ótimo final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6083389170659307709?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6083389170659307709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6083389170659307709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6083389170659307709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6083389170659307709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/acabando.html' title='Acabando.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2727249938524664072</id><published>2010-06-11T18:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:27:50.642-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frágil.</title><content type='html'>Relembrando coisas ruim e de difícil superação. Queria ter mais força, ser um pouco mais fria, mas não consigo. Quando acho que estou conseguido, desabo novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2727249938524664072?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2727249938524664072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2727249938524664072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2727249938524664072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2727249938524664072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/fragil.html' title='Frágil.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6939668978603625604</id><published>2010-06-06T19:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:52:18.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinho.</title><content type='html'>Aleluia, vou postar hj com calma o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completamente sem tempo, por isso não estava passando por aqui. Aula na faculdade de manhã, trabalho a tarde, cursinho a noite. &lt;br /&gt;A partir de amanhã não terei mais cursinho, pois realizei a prova da AGU hj. No entanto, começa a bateria de provas na faculdade, mas como são as últimas ficarei com os dias mais calmos e com mais tempo pra entar na net, postar, ler as fofocas, saber o que acontece no mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.:Férias estão chegando, eu estou me animando e o trabalho está me esperando ¬¬.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6939668978603625604?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6939668978603625604/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6939668978603625604' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6939668978603625604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6939668978603625604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/06/rapidinho.html' title='Rapidinho.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2507447760222278243</id><published>2010-05-19T18:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T18:48:22.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blá.</title><content type='html'>'Nada do que foi será de novo de um jeito que já foi um dia...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hj essa é a frase.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas mudanças são boas outras ótimas, umas de fácil adaptação outras nem tanto, mas a vida é assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj estou um pouco impaciente, não sei bem o motivo. Pode ser devido a algumas notícias, cansasso ou estresse.&lt;br /&gt;Os dias andam corridos, com bastante coisa pra fazer e pouco tempo pra descançar. Não entendam isso como uma reclamação, adoro ter meu dia cheio, gosto de ter o que fazer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2507447760222278243?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2507447760222278243/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2507447760222278243' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2507447760222278243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2507447760222278243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/bla.html' title='Blá.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6781698987616859269</id><published>2010-05-17T12:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:32:00.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ousadia.</title><content type='html'>Passou o dia pensativa juntando coragem na saliva até encorpar a voz. Aproveitou o ápice da sua agonia e, num impulso, disse tudo numa sensação só: &lt;br /&gt;“A partir de hoje, decidi gostar de outro”.&lt;br /&gt;No início ele riu da ousadia, mas o silêncio que ela fez em seguida preencheu de sinceridade aquela novidade.&lt;br /&gt;“Você ficou maluca, de onde tirou isso?”&lt;br /&gt;“ É que você nunca gostou de mim no grosso mesmo do sentimento...”&lt;br /&gt;“ Mas ninguém decide que vai gostar de outro de repente e, simplesmente, começa a gostar!”&lt;br /&gt;“ Ah, mas eu decidi... Ele vai realizar um sonho que tenho comigo: ele disse que vai gostar de mim bem do jeitinho que eu gosto de você. A diferença é que eu sei merecer essas coisas...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.:Marla de Queiroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li e adorei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6781698987616859269?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6781698987616859269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6781698987616859269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6781698987616859269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6781698987616859269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/ousadia.html' title='Ousadia.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6864201532519764891</id><published>2010-05-16T22:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:57:46.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana.</title><content type='html'>Semana bem corrida e cansativa.&lt;br /&gt;Na faculdade semana de provas, estudando muito todos os dias, Mas valeu apena, as notas foram boas. Agora to fazendo cursinho pra AGU, depois de um dia inteiro de estudo e trabalho, ainda tem cursinho pra terminar o dia. Aulas de domingo a domingo, mas estou firme, forte e confiante. Almoço com amigos lindos, muitaaaa fofoca. Trabalho cada dia mais legal e proveitoso. Muita coisa, mas muito gratificante conseguir ajudar as pessoas de alguma forma.Sexta, amora me deu um susto, ficou dodói #preocupação.Domingo, babe ficou dodói, outro susto #preocupação².&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ótima semana a todos e que venha mais correria.&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6864201532519764891?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6864201532519764891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6864201532519764891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6864201532519764891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6864201532519764891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/semana.html' title='Semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1928579009723626516</id><published>2010-05-05T13:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T13:04:54.231-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guerreiro.</title><content type='html'>'Um guerreiro da luz não adia suas decisões. Ele reflete bastante antes de agir; considera seu treinamento, sua  responsabilidade, e seu dever com o mestre. Procura manter a serenidade, e analisa cada  passo como se fosse o mais importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto, no momento em que toma uma decisão, o guerreiro segue adiante: não tem mais dúvidas sobre o que escolheu, nem muda de percurso se as circunstâncias forem diferentes do que imaginava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sua decisão foi correta, vencerá o combate – mesmo que dure mais do que o previsto. Se sua decisão foi errada, ele será derrotado, e terá que recomeçar tudo de novo – com mais sabedoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um guerreiro da luz, quando começa, vai até o fim.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1928579009723626516?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1928579009723626516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1928579009723626516' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1928579009723626516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1928579009723626516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/05/guerreiro.html' title='Guerreiro.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3955723113224101355</id><published>2010-04-18T20:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:11:00.634-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S8uQhF0hfAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fnxPrSKyG_g/s1600/lua_nova6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S8uQhF0hfAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fnxPrSKyG_g/s320/lua_nova6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461617871289416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me acalma, renova e alegra. Admirá-la me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3955723113224101355?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3955723113224101355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3955723113224101355' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3955723113224101355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3955723113224101355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/lua.html' title='Lua.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S8uQhF0hfAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fnxPrSKyG_g/s72-c/lua_nova6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6486157923643444632</id><published>2010-04-16T19:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T19:21:11.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana.</title><content type='html'>Eis que chega sexta-feira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fora algumas chateações e estresse, a semana foi bem tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Na faculdade recebimento de provas, matéria despencando, trabalhos... No trabalho tudo bem legal, correria, muitas pessoas, muitas petições, muito aprendizado, cada dia melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tem tuntitunti com a amora. Estou animada, será minha primeira vez em uma festa eletrônica, e acho que não terei companhia melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e ótimo final de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6486157923643444632?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6486157923643444632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6486157923643444632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6486157923643444632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6486157923643444632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/semana.html' title='Semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6883519644183302728</id><published>2010-04-10T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:17:35.502-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai ai ai.</title><content type='html'>'Se você quiser eu largo tudo, vou pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Com você meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Nessa nossa estrada só terá belas praias e cachoeiras&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o vento é brisa, onde não haja quem possa&lt;br /&gt;Com a nossa felicidade &lt;br /&gt;Vamos brindar a vida, meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde o vento é brisa e o céu claro de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Do que a gente precisa, é tomar um banho de chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Um banho de chuva...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Vanessa da Mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ontem eu fui ao show da Vanessa linda da Mata, acompanhada por minha amora.&lt;br /&gt;Foi simplesmente lindo, ela não queria parar de cantar nunca mais e eu ficaria lá cantando com ela por horas ainda. Chorei e me bateu saudade de algumas coisas, algumas pessoas, alguns momentos... Na última música da Mata disse pra todos se levantarem, eu e amora fomos lá pra frente do palco e ficamos bem pertinho dela cantando, pulando e chorando =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi realmente lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6883519644183302728?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6883519644183302728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6883519644183302728' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6883519644183302728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6883519644183302728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/ai-ai-ai.html' title='Ai ai ai.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6822240340513361542</id><published>2010-04-07T18:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:53:54.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo.</title><content type='html'>(...)Os eventos que vão ocorrer na sua vida não são necessariamente determinados ou previsíveis pelos eventos que vieram antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Lou Marinoff - Pergunte a Platão&lt;br /&gt;p. 264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque com os últimos acontecimentos, preciso pensar dessa maneira. A vida continua, e que o passado sirva apenas para nos ensinar e mostrar onde erramos, para que as 'gafes' não sejam repetidas e que as coisas boas cotinuem sendo realizadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6822240340513361542?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6822240340513361542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6822240340513361542' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6822240340513361542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6822240340513361542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/04/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6421972801012730034</id><published>2010-03-31T22:30:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:33:17.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimbalaiê.</title><content type='html'>'Ser capitã desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Poder rodar sem fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Viver um ano em segundos&lt;br /&gt;Não achar sonhos besteira&lt;br /&gt;Me encantar com um livro&lt;br /&gt;Que fale sobre a vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Quando mentir for preciso&lt;br /&gt;Poder falar a verdade'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Maria Gadú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6421972801012730034?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6421972801012730034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6421972801012730034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6421972801012730034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6421972801012730034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/shimbalaie.html' title='Shimbalaiê.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4361634759801358840</id><published>2010-03-29T19:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:04:17.469-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bem rapidinho.</title><content type='html'>Final de semana bem agradável, com pessoas agradáveis, com notícia animadora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a semana já começa com correria. Prova hoje, estudar pra outra prova de amanhã, busão pra ir trablhar, mil pessoas pra serem atendidas, atendo quatro de uma vez, corro um, volto em outro, ajudo o próximo, nossa fiquei bem cansada. Mas a cada dia gosto mais. &lt;br /&gt;Como estou sem carro resolvi voltar andando pra casa hoje. Nossa, primeira e última vez, 40 min de caminhada, a nem, demais pra mim. Pelo menos ao chegar em casa vejo o bolo mais gostoso de cenoura com cobertura de chocolate *.*&lt;br /&gt;Quarta-feira tudo ficará mais calmo, pois acabam as provas e só volto ao trabalho na outra semana, terei cinco dias de descanço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora deixe-me ir, porque tenho que estudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4361634759801358840?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4361634759801358840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4361634759801358840' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4361634759801358840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4361634759801358840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/bem-rapidinho.html' title='Bem rapidinho.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4900953287958375459</id><published>2010-03-21T13:43:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:06:02.622-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimento.</title><content type='html'>Quero agradecer o carinho, as palavras, as orações de cada um que se preocupou comigo e que de alguma forma tentou me fazer sentir um pouco melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não estou psicologicamente recuperada, mas nada como o tempo pra nos ajudar a absover melhor os acontecimentos e traumas. Tudo ficará bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo enorme e mais uma vez, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4900953287958375459?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4900953287958375459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4900953287958375459' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4900953287958375459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4900953287958375459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/agradecimento.html' title='Agradecimento.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4321529775962176498</id><published>2010-03-19T18:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T19:14:35.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira.</title><content type='html'>Ainh sexta-feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma semana inteira de trabalho, estudos, saudades, vontades, muito aprendizado, vou pra aula sexta-feira morrendo de vontade de ficar mais deitadinha na minha cama. Assisto aula até o fim e volto pra casa. Mamãe faz almoço gostoso, amiga linda me liga, combino a noite e me arrumo pra ir trabalhar. Chego lá, muitas pessoas pra serem atendidas, uma loucura, faço a minha linda e segunda redução sozinha, até que derrepente somem todos os seres e fico a tarde quase toda sem atender mais ninguém. Quando olho no relógio e vejo que são seis horas, me preparo pra voltar pra minha humilde residência. Aiiiiiii surge uma linda senhora querendo dar entrada em um processo, sento de novo em minha cadeirinha e começo a fazer o formulário dela, faço tudinho e peço pra ela ir tirar a xerox, só que ela olha pra mim com uma carinha de fazer dó e diz que não tem dinheiro, eu com o meu corção mole vou até minha carteira e pego moedinhas pra ela pagar a xerox. Fim de expediente. Saio, cansada, desejo um belo final de semana pra todos e quando chego do lado de fora e olho pro céu, uma surpresa, a LUA MAIS PERFIETA está a minha espera *.*. Podia ser segunda-feira de novo, ter mais trabalho, mais provas que eu estaria bem feliz e disposta pra tudo. O que a lua não faz comigo né!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4321529775962176498?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4321529775962176498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4321529775962176498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4321529775962176498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4321529775962176498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6706745075963708752</id><published>2010-03-17T13:31:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:37:15.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapidinho.</title><content type='html'>Ai correria total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aula de manhã, estágio puxado a tarde, biblioteca a noite... Mas estou bem feliz assim, nessa correria diária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem não foi um dia muito bom. Tristeza misturada com alívio, mas tudo ficará bem e voltará ao normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ir, pq o trabalho me espera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjuh e abraços apertados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6706745075963708752?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6706745075963708752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6706745075963708752' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6706745075963708752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6706745075963708752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/rapidinho.html' title='Rapidinho.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2604776050127064541</id><published>2010-03-15T19:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:29:53.269-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoal particular.</title><content type='html'>'Que desejo, me derreto com seu jeito de me olhar&lt;br /&gt;Porque o seu amor já virou meu vício &lt;br /&gt;Eu posso até me dar mal&lt;br /&gt;Por não ser seu amor, por não ter compromisso&lt;br /&gt;Isto é particular.&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vou lhe dar uma dica, uma dica&lt;br /&gt;O mundo é tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tem eu aqui te querendo, te querendo&lt;br /&gt;Acordei pensando nisso&lt;br /&gt;E o bom da vida é viver bem&lt;br /&gt;Estar bem, querer bem&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu namorar'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2604776050127064541?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2604776050127064541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2604776050127064541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2604776050127064541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2604776050127064541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/pessoal-particular.html' title='Pessoal particular.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1927254017582097186</id><published>2010-03-14T20:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T20:39:10.594-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumão.</title><content type='html'>Semana normal, faculdade, uma saída a noite, estudo... &lt;br /&gt;Final de semana parado. Sábado quase todo em casa, um cineminha a noite, morro de chorar, sem família, sem amigos, todos viajando e eu aqui. Domingo fico o dia inteiro deitada, como pizza de café da manhã/almoço, morro de rir com amigo filósofo, pinto as unhas, separo alguns livros pra estudar e espero pela chegada bem da família e dos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã começarei meu lindo e primeiro estágio, com a foto do crachá mais feia do mundo ¬¬. Estou bem ansiosa e com um pouco de medo, mas o pensamento está positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semana de provas também já está batendo na porta, e por isso já estou começando a me preparar pra correria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjuh e uma linda semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1927254017582097186?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1927254017582097186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1927254017582097186' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1927254017582097186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1927254017582097186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/resumao.html' title='Resumão.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2432641406911644158</id><published>2010-03-10T14:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:12:52.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescimento.</title><content type='html'>Algumas coisas estão acontecendo na minha vida, e vejo o quanto eu já aprendi, mas vejo também o quanto ainda tenho que aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mais ou menos uns 4 meses atrás fiquei sem uma pessoa que sempre estava fazendo tudo comigo, eu nunca estava sozinha. No entanto aconteceram muitas coisas que fizeram com que eu decidisse ficar um tempo só, não foi nada fácil, mas superei. &lt;br /&gt;Semana que vem vou começar a estagiar. Demorou, mas eu consegui e estou muito feliz, não sei como será, o que irei fazer exatamente, mas estou super ansiosa e confiante em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje peguei minha carteira de habilitação deifinitiva, muito emocionate! Sei que já estou perambulando por ai de carro tem um ano, e que nada mudará com essa 'nova carteira', mas pra mim isso significa muito.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje também dei entrada no processo do meu primeiro passaporte, pois esse ano farei a minha primeira e tão sonhada viagem pro exterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra alguns isso pode não significar nada, mas pra quem me acompanha sabe o quanto essa coisas são importantes pra mim, o quanto isso me faz crescer, acreditar e correr mais ainda atrás das coisas que anseio ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2432641406911644158?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2432641406911644158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2432641406911644158' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2432641406911644158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2432641406911644158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/crescimento.html' title='Crescimento.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6056569629237865648</id><published>2010-03-04T13:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:17:52.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças.</title><content type='html'>Sentindo falta de algumas coisas. &lt;br /&gt;Sei que é natural a mudança, mas as vezes certas mudanças me deixam um pouco tristinha. Principalmente quando essas mudanças envolvem pessoas tão amadas por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6056569629237865648?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6056569629237865648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6056569629237865648' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6056569629237865648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6056569629237865648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/03/mudancas.html' title='Mudanças.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8539691541384732205</id><published>2010-02-28T21:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T21:27:59.357-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo.</title><content type='html'>Domingo regado a pizza no café da manhã, chuvinha boa, gripe, nariz funfa funga, perdida em Bsb (pra variar ¬¬), McDonads no almoço, estudo até sete e meia da noite, chocolate quente, chocolate, telefonema animador e daqui a pouco Pânico na Tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que começe a semana novamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8539691541384732205?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8539691541384732205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8539691541384732205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8539691541384732205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8539691541384732205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/domingo.html' title='Domingo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7004711173854345001</id><published>2010-02-26T21:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:48:54.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outra noite que se vai.</title><content type='html'>'Outra noite que você&lt;br /&gt;Passa e finge que nem vê&lt;br /&gt;Não esconde o teu rancor&lt;br /&gt;Quer tentar me enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quanta coisa a gente faz &lt;br /&gt;Depois quer voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me diz alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Bate aqui de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Pra lembrar daquele tempo&lt;br /&gt;Pra sempre ou só por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Me dá um beijo na boca &lt;br /&gt;E depois me leva pra tua casa.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Armandinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7004711173854345001?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7004711173854345001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7004711173854345001' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7004711173854345001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7004711173854345001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/outra-noite-que-se-vai.html' title='Outra noite que se vai.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4202392984697007087</id><published>2010-02-23T19:25:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:30:52.764-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversão.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S4RW4vIVt5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/RnYCkBQaxHI/s1600-h/Pizza-Puzzle-Quebra-Cabeca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S4RW4vIVt5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/RnYCkBQaxHI/s320/Pizza-Puzzle-Quebra-Cabeca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441569782494508946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebra-cabeça de pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Eu adorei, gosto de quebra-cabeça e amo pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4202392984697007087?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4202392984697007087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4202392984697007087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7953427016691843041</id><published>2010-02-22T15:08:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:10:40.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>'Eu sinto a falta de você, me sinto só.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7953427016691843041?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7953427016691843041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7953427016691843041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7953427016691843041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7953427016691843041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post_22.html' title='...'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3848981479807754974</id><published>2010-02-17T17:11:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:28:13.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo.</title><content type='html'>'Não faça nada por impulso.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, as vezes fazemos coisas tão rídiculas e nem pensamos o quanto isso pode magoar pessoas amadas ou até mesmo nos fazer mal.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de agir, pense nas consequências, nos resultados, sejam eles bons ou ruins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3848981479807754974?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3848981479807754974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3848981479807754974' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3848981479807754974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3848981479807754974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendendo.html' title='Aprendendo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4958827470273893273</id><published>2010-02-17T17:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:10:21.009-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de carnaval.</title><content type='html'>E o carnaval acabou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse carnaval tive a oportunidade de viajar com meus amigos e conhecer pessoas lindas e maravilhosas.&lt;br /&gt;Fomos pra uma cidade bem tranquila no interior de Minas Gerais. Nada de barulhos ensurdecedores, nada de televisão, nada de internet, apenas uma bandinha e uma escola de samba bem divertida.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhadas, cachoeira, conversas, risos, músicas, ar puro, muito calor... Enfim, tudo que precisava pra descançar e aprender um pouco mais sobre a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4958827470273893273?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4958827470273893273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4958827470273893273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4958827470273893273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4958827470273893273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/fim-de-carnaval.html' title='Fim de carnaval.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3957042339853053199</id><published>2010-02-11T21:18:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:30:14.872-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Delírio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S3SS8MocmEI/AAAAAAAAALw/52JF-8ly92k/s1600-h/DSC00712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S3SS8MocmEI/AAAAAAAAALw/52JF-8ly92k/s320/DSC00712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437132213023709250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dá o seu gosto de desejo&lt;br /&gt;Dá o seu beijo despojado&lt;br /&gt;Seus pensamentos mais intensos&lt;br /&gt;O seu rosto de pecado&lt;br /&gt;Nos gemidos que desordenam&lt;br /&gt;Nas mãos que me fazem entender Adão.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Vanessa da Mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3957042339853053199?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3957042339853053199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3957042339853053199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3957042339853053199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3957042339853053199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/delirio.html' title='Delírio.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S3SS8MocmEI/AAAAAAAAALw/52JF-8ly92k/s72-c/DSC00712.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5963122461558433406</id><published>2010-02-10T15:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:40:44.353-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vontade.</title><content type='html'>'Vontade: intencionalidade é a capacidade através da qual tomamos posição frente ao que nos aparece. Diante de um fato, podemos desejá-lo ou rejeitá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Agostinho e Descartes concordam em que o fato de nós humanos termos vontade nos torna responsáveis pelas nossas decisões e ações. A dimensão moral do homem decorre do fato dele ter vontade.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5963122461558433406?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5963122461558433406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5963122461558433406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5963122461558433406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5963122461558433406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/vontade.html' title='Vontade.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2926574850458146117</id><published>2010-02-09T15:19:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:54:17.573-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Se de novo nos virmos&lt;br /&gt;Brancos lilases irão florescer;&lt;br /&gt;Te envolverei de mimos,&lt;br /&gt;De nada mais deves carecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos o tom da alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Que o vinho seco,&lt;br /&gt;Que as tílias perfumadas,&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontrem ainda juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as folhas caírem&lt;br /&gt;Deixa nossos caminhos porém se apartarem.&lt;br /&gt;Que adianta nossas fúrias se elevarem?&lt;br /&gt;É preciso simplesmente sofrer a separação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Hanna Arendt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq quanto mais eu leio sobre essa mulher, mais eu me encanto com ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2926574850458146117?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2926574850458146117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2926574850458146117' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2926574850458146117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2926574850458146117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7363370116898673382</id><published>2010-02-08T19:30:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:44:09.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeço.</title><content type='html'>Hoje comprei meu caderno e algumas canetas coloridas para alegrar as folhas brancas e sem vida. Minha agenda eu ganhei, é bem linda e rosa. E para carregar os materias uma bolsa bem grande e prata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçaram as aulas da faculdade e minha rotina voltará ao normal.&lt;br /&gt;Acordar cedo, faculdada pela manhã, amora todos os dias, biblioteca a tarde, dormir cedo, amigo todas as quintas-feiras... Eu gosto dessa rotina, gosto de ter o meu tempo todo ocupado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha a correria de provas e trabalhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7363370116898673382?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7363370116898673382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7363370116898673382' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7363370116898673382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7363370116898673382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/recomeco.html' title='Recomeço.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6077737187746838749</id><published>2010-02-07T11:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:38:15.303-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que eu também não entendo.</title><content type='html'>'(...)Amar não é ter que ter sempre certeza &lt;br /&gt;É aceitar que ninguém é perfeito pra ninguém &lt;br /&gt;É poder ser você mesmo e não precisar fingir &lt;br /&gt;É tentar esquecer e não conseguir fugir, fugir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já pensei em te largar &lt;br /&gt;Já olhei tantas vezes pro lado &lt;br /&gt;Mas quando penso em alguém é por você que fecho os olhos.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Jota Quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6077737187746838749?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6077737187746838749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6077737187746838749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6077737187746838749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6077737187746838749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-que-eu-tambem-nao-entendo.html' title='O que eu também não entendo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4706809425437009993</id><published>2010-02-04T18:51:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:55:14.750-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quinta-feira.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2szkdVBwAI/AAAAAAAAALo/f386vC2Aw9o/s1600-h/rondelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2szkdVBwAI/AAAAAAAAALo/f386vC2Aw9o/s320/rondelli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434494076793765890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq hj é quinta-feira e eu almocei rondelli com meus amores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4706809425437009993?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4706809425437009993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4706809425437009993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4706809425437009993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4706809425437009993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/quinta-feira.html' title='Quinta-feira.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2szkdVBwAI/AAAAAAAAALo/f386vC2Aw9o/s72-c/rondelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6776431000261871239</id><published>2010-02-03T21:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:55:34.320-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caipiroska.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2oLvtCBZpI/AAAAAAAAALg/51xaubjWw6U/s1600-h/DSC06283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2oLvtCBZpI/AAAAAAAAALg/51xaubjWw6U/s320/DSC06283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434168814545757842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A caipiroska, também conhecida como caipivodka, é uma versão do tradicional coquetel brasileiro conhecido como caipirinha, na qual a cachaça é substituída pela vodca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To adorando essa bebidinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6776431000261871239?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6776431000261871239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6776431000261871239' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6776431000261871239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6776431000261871239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/caipiroska.html' title='Caipiroska.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S2oLvtCBZpI/AAAAAAAAALg/51xaubjWw6U/s72-c/DSC06283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1389885302395217891</id><published>2010-02-03T14:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T14:18:42.302-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta.</title><content type='html'>'Eu voltei e agora é pra ficar...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, e agora eu tenho internet de novo!&lt;br /&gt;o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Últimos dias de férias.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei bastante esses dois meses. Saí, ri, chorei pouco, viajei, amei, deixei de amar, bebi, fui amiga da vez, briguei, senti saudade, matei saudade, recebi ótimas notícias, conheci novas pessoas, li, estudei, aprendi, ensinei... É 2010 começou muito bem e espero que continue assim, pra mim e pra todos ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1389885302395217891?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1389885302395217891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1389885302395217891' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1389885302395217891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1389885302395217891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/02/de-volta.html' title='De volta.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1882872300674280072</id><published>2010-01-08T19:53:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:05:03.252-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S0eq4x2UEMI/AAAAAAAAALY/bMMwwm86D0c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S0eq4x2UEMI/AAAAAAAAALY/bMMwwm86D0c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424492168621592770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dias na praia, curtindo minha família linda e louca, tentando ficar um pouco menos branca, ouvindo as músicas bregas do meu pai, comendo horrores, tatuada provisoriamente, tomando banho de água de fria todos os dias, bebendo muita água de coco... Adoro isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1882872300674280072?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1882872300674280072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1882872300674280072' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1882872300674280072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1882872300674280072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/ferias.html' title='Férias.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/S0eq4x2UEMI/AAAAAAAAALY/bMMwwm86D0c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-9015300919909105855</id><published>2010-01-05T12:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T12:38:31.408-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alô.</title><content type='html'>Estou fazendo essa postagem de um lan house, do interior do Ceará.&lt;br /&gt;Um calor louco, o teclado e a internet uma melaca... Ê lererê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom quero desejar, com um pouco de atraso, um feliz 2010 a todo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer todas as pessoas que estiveram comigo em 2009, me ajudando, me amando, me aconselhando, me fazendo feliz, me ensinando, me acompanhando... Amo vcs incondicionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei aqui no Ceará ontem, depois de dois dias de viagem de carro. Foi um pouco cansantivo, mas valeu a pena. Chegar aqui e ver o brilho nos olhos dos meus pais, o sorriso mais gostoso da minha vó linda, relembrar a força do vovô. Isso não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmemte a viagem não foi como tinhamos programado. Viemos mais tarde, minha amora não pôde vir comigo (que falta ela em faz), fiquei com conjutivite... Mas, é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de amanhã irei para a praia e depois voltarei para casa. Espero q o tempo colabore com a minha diversão, e as pessoas que irão não me encham o saco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-9015300919909105855?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/9015300919909105855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=9015300919909105855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9015300919909105855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/9015300919909105855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2010/01/alo.html' title='Alô.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4600094171920070988</id><published>2009-12-29T22:41:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:14:09.440-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terça-feira.</title><content type='html'>Ah, hj meu dia foi um pouco tenso.&lt;br /&gt;Decido ir na faculdade fazer minha rematrícula. Antes de sair de casa minha irmã já me enche o saco. Mas respiro fundo e não me estresso. Chego na faculdade, estava tudo fechado, nenhum ser presente. Respiro bem fundo mais uma vez, e decido ir almoçar. Almoço foi bem tranquilo. Resolvo então ir em um lugar bem lindo que fica no Plano, a igreja Dom Bosco. Pra variar um pouco me perco ¬¬'. Quando estava voltando pra casa, eu faço uma merda no trânsito e acabo ocasionado um 'acidente'. O carro que estava atrás de mim sobe no meio fio, e acaba furando o pneu e estragando mais não sei o que lá na parte de baixo do veículo. Fico mil horas tentando resolver o problema com o seguro. Voltei pra casa até calma. Levei o carro pra lavar e depois volto pra casa. Quando chego na porta, a porta está trancada e eu sem minha chave. Sento na escada, choro, e depois ligo pro meu pai pra saber onde estava minha mãe pra eu pegar a chave com ela. Vou onde meu pai disse que eu a encontaria, maaaaaas minha mãe não está lá. Entro na carro, engulo o choro e volto pra casa. Chego em casa, sento na escada, solto o choro, e depois fui ler meu livro. Finalmente minha mãe chega e me dá um abraço bem apertado. Só precisa disso pra chorar mais pouco. Fico o resto da tarde só, assistindo uns vídeos do Gabriel Chalita e conversando com minha amora. A noite meu pai chega e me dá o sorriso mais lindo do mundo, dizendo que não precisava eu me preocupar que isso acontece com qualquer um, o importante é que eu estava bem! Só precisava disso pra ficar bem de novo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4600094171920070988?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4600094171920070988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4600094171920070988' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4600094171920070988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4600094171920070988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/hoje.html' title='Terça-feira.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6175743266899319591</id><published>2009-12-27T23:39:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:56:45.360-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana.</title><content type='html'>Jorge e Matheus o final de semana inteiro. A mesma música mil vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado, churrasco bem animado com a família da maestra. A noite revi minha amora e meu cearense lindo. Comemos, bebemos, matamos a saudade, dançamos, morremos de rir, acampamos na casa da maestra, rodamos Brasília inteira, passamos mal... Domingo acordamos cedo pra pegar Mariaaaa e irmos tomar café em qualquer lugar que tivesse suco de laranja. Casa nova minha, casa velha minha, maestra dorme em um canto, cearense dorme em outro, amora e Mariaaaa assitem filme, almoço macarrão, muito macarrão, todo mundo morto. E na volta pra casa mais Jorge e Matheus - 200 por hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq eu tenho sim as melhores companhias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ótima semana a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6175743266899319591?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6175743266899319591/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6175743266899319591' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6175743266899319591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6175743266899319591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-de-semana_27.html' title='Final de semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8122596944879166227</id><published>2009-12-27T23:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:38:35.180-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bougainvillea.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzgL24rliyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7_j1KKiENb4/s1600-h/3980424692_b1b3b2e034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzgL24rliyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7_j1KKiENb4/s320/3980424692_b1b3b2e034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420095189096434466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'De origem brasileira, a primavera (Bougainvillea spectabilis, Bougainvillea glabra) - também conhecida como buganvília, ceboleiro, três-marias ou flor-de-papel -é uma espécie rústica, que exige poucos cuidados. As belas e coloridas "flores" da primavera não são exatamente as flores da planta: são brácteas (folhas modificadas) que envolvem as verdadeiras, e relativamente insignificantes, flores amareladas. O conjunto resulta numa aparência exótica, encontrada nas cores branca, rosa, vermelho intenso ou laranja.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8122596944879166227?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8122596944879166227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8122596944879166227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8122596944879166227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8122596944879166227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/bougainvillea.html' title='Bougainvillea.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzgL24rliyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/7_j1KKiENb4/s72-c/3980424692_b1b3b2e034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5300119944985943498</id><published>2009-12-24T21:25:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T21:45:41.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>24 de dezembro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzP5GZ2nvFI/AAAAAAAAALI/sxS-9nezV98/s1600-h/belissima-arvore-de-natal-156a8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzP5GZ2nvFI/AAAAAAAAALI/sxS-9nezV98/s320/belissima-arvore-de-natal-156a8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418948665071352914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq hoje é natal e estamos todos aqui em casa!&lt;br /&gt;Meus pais, meus irmãos e eu, todos deitados na cama, morrendo de rir, contando histótias, matando a saudade do meu pai lindo, entregando os presentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro o natal. É uma data em todo mundo se reune, trocam presentes, os que estão de mal fazem as pazes, os que se amam passam a se amar mais ainda, os que não se viam a algum tempo se reencontram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todos tenham um feliz natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5300119944985943498?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5300119944985943498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5300119944985943498' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5300119944985943498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5300119944985943498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/24-de-dezembro.html' title='24 de dezembro.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzP5GZ2nvFI/AAAAAAAAALI/sxS-9nezV98/s72-c/belissima-arvore-de-natal-156a8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5411593646336616878</id><published>2009-12-23T19:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:34:34.492-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é a Erika invadindo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo naty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5411593646336616878?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5411593646336616878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5411593646336616878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5411593646336616878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5411593646336616878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/aqui-e-erika-invadindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6408789921809889575</id><published>2009-12-23T10:50:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:52:04.853-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso em ti.</title><content type='html'>"Penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Seu eu for lembrar de mim eu vou pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Em cada pôr-do-sol que eu vivo sem poder te ver&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;É só deitar na cama e a chama clama-te&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti&lt;br /&gt;Até querendo te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria não sentir essa saudade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Jorge Vercillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6408789921809889575?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6408789921809889575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6408789921809889575' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6408789921809889575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6408789921809889575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/09/penso-em-ti.html' title='Penso em ti.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3353854648843105119</id><published>2009-12-22T23:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:00:33.051-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzF5chiG6fI/AAAAAAAAALA/3JM2xswHjKY/s1600-h/luaminguante_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418245357648144882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzF5chiG6fI/AAAAAAAAALA/3JM2xswHjKY/s320/luaminguante_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq hj a Lua tá assim. Não resisti e fiquei admirando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3353854648843105119?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3353854648843105119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3353854648843105119' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3353854648843105119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3353854648843105119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/lua.html' title='Lua.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzF5chiG6fI/AAAAAAAAALA/3JM2xswHjKY/s72-c/luaminguante_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7010097268076223089</id><published>2009-12-22T23:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:02:10.158-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Matvei.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFuZBXZq2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztRompDMBfs/s1600-h/mat+e+naty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418233202845789026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFuZBXZq2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztRompDMBfs/s320/mat+e+naty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Capaz de me ensinar a ser mais racional e menos pasional. Meu bem mais lindo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Te amo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-7010097268076223089?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7010097268076223089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7010097268076223089' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7010097268076223089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7010097268076223089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/matvei.html' title='Matvei.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFuZBXZq2I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztRompDMBfs/s72-c/mat+e+naty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8944592041624418316</id><published>2009-12-22T23:03:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:02:45.673-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maestra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFs8wAYzJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WZyLto2C4BU/s1600-h/GetAttachmentCAGGWP8G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418231617637895314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFs8wAYzJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WZyLto2C4BU/s320/GetAttachmentCAGGWP8G.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me surpreendendo com seu carinho, amizade, dedicação e cuidados. Minha amiga-mestra mais querida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te quiero mucho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8944592041624418316?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8944592041624418316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8944592041624418316' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8944592041624418316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8944592041624418316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/maestra.html' title='Maestra.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFs8wAYzJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/WZyLto2C4BU/s72-c/GetAttachmentCAGGWP8G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2949043713457444902</id><published>2009-12-22T22:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:03:00.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFmxjJ_8rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H2CaEFvGXGA/s1600-h/erika+e+naty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418224828140221106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFmxjJ_8rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H2CaEFvGXGA/s320/erika+e+naty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sim, é ela que me aguenta todos os dias, independente do meu humor. É ela a única pessoa que consegue me acalmar com o silêncio e me entende com um simples olhar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amora da minha vida, amo vc!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2949043713457444902?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2949043713457444902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2949043713457444902' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2949043713457444902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2949043713457444902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/amora.html' title='Amora.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SzFmxjJ_8rI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H2CaEFvGXGA/s72-c/erika+e+naty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6630704423345656083</id><published>2009-12-21T10:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:58:15.463-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana.</title><content type='html'>Final de semana bem legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado passei o dia inteiro de pijama, na minha cama lendo meu livro. A noite fui ao chá de casa nova da minha maestra, a vi dançando e brilhando lindamente.&lt;br /&gt;Domingo de madrugada fui levar meu bem ao aeroporto, ficarei quase dois meses sem vê-lo. Depois fui almoçar com a família da minha maestra, em um lugar lindo com pscina e pessoas engraçadíssimas. Já anoitecendo eu e maestra decidimos dar o nosso 'passeio no bosque', e fomos prestigiar a decoração da esplanada, que por sinal ficou bem legal. Depois jantamos, fofocamos mais um bocado e seguimos para o ninho da maestra. Fiquei lá rindo até bem tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sem coração pq num consigo mais colocar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6630704423345656083?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6630704423345656083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6630704423345656083' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6630704423345656083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6630704423345656083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4624212994574477845</id><published>2009-12-19T13:05:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:08:07.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lendo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syzr8cPkzyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jU1vPnXMMCU/s1600-h/a_cabana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416963875426062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syzr8cPkzyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jU1vPnXMMCU/s320/a_cabana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nada nos deixa tão solitários quanto os nossos segredos.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pq eu to adorando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4624212994574477845?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4624212994574477845/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4624212994574477845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4624212994574477845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4624212994574477845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/lendo.html' title='Lendo.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syzr8cPkzyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/jU1vPnXMMCU/s72-c/a_cabana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5374158813117023171</id><published>2009-12-18T13:32:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T15:39:31.876-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syug55QeZrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E8CYlfqOCTI/s1600-h/silencio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416599893326063282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syug55QeZrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E8CYlfqOCTI/s320/silencio1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sabia também calar-se para não se perder em palavras.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7025549610857127255-5374158813117023171?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5374158813117023171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5374158813117023171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5374158813117023171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5374158813117023171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/silencio.html' title='Silêncio.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/Syug55QeZrI/AAAAAAAAAKY/E8CYlfqOCTI/s72-c/silencio1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-8513559993810635418</id><published>2009-12-11T13:07:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:39:31.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfume de mulher.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SyJgQmTpAQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xyDGqUtLjQY/s1600-h/dvd_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413995540329857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SyJgQmTpAQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xyDGqUtLjQY/s320/dvd_1276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excelente filme. Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-8513559993810635418?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/8513559993810635418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=8513559993810635418' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8513559993810635418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/8513559993810635418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfume-de-mulher.html' title='Perfume de mulher.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SyJgQmTpAQI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xyDGqUtLjQY/s72-c/dvd_1276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-2692908928876293113</id><published>2009-12-08T15:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:54:04.261-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabando.</title><content type='html'>Enfim as provas acabaram!&lt;br /&gt;o/&lt;br /&gt;Final se semestre na faculdade sempre é muito corrido. Provas pra lá, trabalhos pra cá... Mas graças a Deus passei em todas as matérias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o gostinho das férias é tão bom.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano vou viajar para praia, minha amora vai comigo, verei amigos queridos, vou mudar de casa, sentirei saudades de algumas pessoas amadas...&lt;br /&gt;Ainh, feliz demais com tudo que tem acontecido nesses últimos dias do ano de 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que venha 2010!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-2692908928876293113?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/2692908928876293113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=2692908928876293113' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2692908928876293113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/2692908928876293113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/acabando.html' title='Acabando.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-7758295286559221676</id><published>2009-12-03T18:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:39:24.579-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Provas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SxghUXdvVGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6QYO0GFmGms/s1600-h/estudante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411111586065503330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SxghUXdvVGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6QYO0GFmGms/s320/estudante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Semana de provas...&lt;br /&gt;Quero logo férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;♥&lt;/p&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/7025549610857127255-7758295286559221676?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/7758295286559221676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=7758295286559221676' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7758295286559221676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/7758295286559221676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/12/provas.html' title='Provas.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SxghUXdvVGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6QYO0GFmGms/s72-c/estudante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-6850253887605496952</id><published>2009-11-25T16:20:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:26:49.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente.</title><content type='html'>Feliz pq hj depois de quase três anos, tirei meu aparelho.&lt;br /&gt;Estou me sentindo tão leve!&lt;br /&gt;Adeus sorriso metálico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-6850253887605496952?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/6850253887605496952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=6850253887605496952' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6850253887605496952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/6850253887605496952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5722467482219543944</id><published>2009-11-23T15:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:09:56.900-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to you.</title><content type='html'>Why do birds&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly appear?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you are near&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;They long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;Why do stars&lt;br /&gt;Fall down from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you walk by&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;They long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together and decided&lt;br /&gt;To create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moondust in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;Just like me&lt;br /&gt;They long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Carpenters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pq escutei a tarde inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5722467482219543944?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5722467482219543944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5722467482219543944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5722467482219543944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5722467482219543944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-to-you.html' title='Close to you.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-1998592725371968062</id><published>2009-11-23T11:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:59:25.668-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz.</title><content type='html'>Agora vejo como é bom sair da rotina. Conhecer novas pessoas, ir à lugares diferentes, falar besteiras e morrer de rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-1998592725371968062?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/1998592725371968062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=1998592725371968062' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1998592725371968062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/1998592725371968062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/feliz.html' title='Feliz.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5566749061178416052</id><published>2009-11-17T16:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T16:50:20.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo sozinho.</title><content type='html'>"Não precisava tanto&lt;br /&gt;Bastava só não telefonar...&lt;br /&gt;Uh, baby, baby, baby, baby o que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;O ar não foi suficiente?&lt;br /&gt;Você não viu, você sumiu, mudou de lugar&lt;br /&gt;No mais estou vivendo normalmente&lt;br /&gt;Não vou ficar pensando: se tivesse sido o contrário?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou feliz, mesmo sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Esse silêncio é paz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Nando Reis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5566749061178416052?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5566749061178416052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5566749061178416052' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5566749061178416052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5566749061178416052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/mesmo-sozinho.html' title='Mesmo sozinho.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3137409939088952988</id><published>2009-11-15T20:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:05:21.409-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Final de semana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SwB6uYbP-rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/izAGmDVrOcc/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404454490093910706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SwB6uYbP-rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/izAGmDVrOcc/s320/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pq sábado e domindo o dia ficou assim, lindo e radiante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7025549610857127255-3137409939088952988?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3137409939088952988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3137409939088952988' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3137409939088952988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3137409939088952988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/final-de-semana.html' title='Final de semana.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SwB6uYbP-rI/AAAAAAAAAKA/izAGmDVrOcc/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-4700409127826568367</id><published>2009-11-15T10:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:04:48.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Não me convidem a ser igual,porque sinceramente sou diferente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;by.: Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-4700409127826568367?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/4700409127826568367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=4700409127826568367' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4700409127826568367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/4700409127826568367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/mudanca.html' title='Mudança.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-511471785965631170</id><published>2009-11-12T20:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:36:59.469-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SvyN50SMRhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WbuctH1K-9o/s1600-h/unb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403349677364758034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SvyN50SMRhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WbuctH1K-9o/s320/unb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pq hj eu passei o dia inteiro lá. Super legal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-511471785965631170?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/511471785965631170/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=511471785965631170' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/511471785965631170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/511471785965631170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia.html' title='Dia.'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SvyN50SMRhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/WbuctH1K-9o/s72-c/unb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-5601883818555016731</id><published>2009-11-11T20:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:10:14.086-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>"Tão bom quanto morrer de amor, é continuar vivendo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by.: Mário Quintana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-5601883818555016731?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/5601883818555016731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=5601883818555016731' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5601883818555016731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/5601883818555016731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_11.html' title='...'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7025549610857127255.post-3772179044247639038</id><published>2009-11-10T19:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:46:11.284-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Sorte de hoje: A mudança é a lei da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7025549610857127255-3772179044247639038?l=natymaria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/feeds/3772179044247639038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7025549610857127255&amp;postID=3772179044247639038' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3772179044247639038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7025549610857127255/posts/default/3772179044247639038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natymaria.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Natália</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05240153447635527975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3PQGxnC2iU/SklGzNu-OoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SyivdVwDsNA/S220/Snapshot_20090624.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
