<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2009 11:46:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>BELA BAILARINA</title><description></description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-936788867434781328</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 00:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T16:38:38.830-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/STckimzd8qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h6C06oBYvXY/s1600-h/natal16lz1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/STckimzd8qI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/h6C06oBYvXY/s400/natal16lz1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275725665438397090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/STclBAuaICI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xXFMyFHSQwQ/s1600-h/arvoredenatalfu4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/STclBAuaICI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xXFMyFHSQwQ/s400/arvoredenatalfu4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275726187792572450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste Natal&lt;br /&gt;Aquela magia toda guardada durante todo o ano&lt;br /&gt;Venha presente nos corações daqueles que festejam o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não apenas seja uma comemoração,&lt;br /&gt;Mas um início para uma nova geração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Natal simboliza nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;Pois nele comemoramos o nascimento do Homem&lt;br /&gt;Que modificou a nossa maneira de ver o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo-nos amor e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que neste natal sejam confraternizados todos os desejos&lt;br /&gt;De um mundo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todos estabeleçam um novo vigor de humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;E que nada seja mais forte do que a união&lt;br /&gt;Daqueles que brindam o afeto entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal e Próspero Ano Novo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-936788867434781328?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-5341690275006736664?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_6536.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8myx6oPEJI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DpCeLio9RUk/s72-c/cartao-oriza-familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-3195770839417738021</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2008 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:32.954-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8mWUaoPEHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p0rBf8RHqKs/s72-c/13-aproveite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-8276034378328448235</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T15:46:20.148-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/poemas/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/poemas/images/z-poemas15.gif"  alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/" target="_blank"&gt;Recados de Poemas para Orkut&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-8276034378328448235?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/02/recados-de-poemas-para-orkut_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-6156026527578165740</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2008 23:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-27T15:44:42.032-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/poemas/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.zwani.com/graphics/portuguese/poemas/images/z-poemas.gif"  alt="zwani.com myspace graphic comments" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;QUANTO EM QUANTIDADE&lt;br /&gt;ATENÇÃO CUIDEM DA ÁGUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE NADA FOR FEITO&lt;br /&gt;PARA MUDAR A CONSCIÊNCIA DO HOMEM&lt;br /&gt;SOBRE ESSE PATRIMÔNIO NATURAL&lt;br /&gt;SERÍSSIMOS PROBLEMAS PERTUBARÃO&lt;br /&gt;EXISTÊNCIA HUMANA NA FACE DA TERRA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ÁGUA PRECISAMOS DE VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Josiane Telles Santanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-4415937826902625999?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/02/gua-sobrevivncia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8Boc2FNRSI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CbjBxGeGOv4/s72-c/Fonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total 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No site Belas Mensagens tem centenas! CLIQUE AQUI E CONFIRA" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--FIM DO CODIGO --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores para você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para enfeitar o seu dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lhe trazer mais alegria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais paz a cada minuto de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para você pensar na vida com mais carinho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não se esquecer que por você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carrego o sentimento mais sublime:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores, muitas flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que elas possam levar até você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as minhas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minha saudade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o meu coração pulsando forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com muito carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Receba-as,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guarde-as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que nos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elas possam trazer em sua lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os nossos sorrisos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o brilho dos nossos olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que elas possam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer você lembrar de todos os bons momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que passamos juntos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores para você!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceite-as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pense em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autoria: Vilma Galvão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-6655594445161273956?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/02/flores-para-voc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-7339930319515439121</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:33.349-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8BmRGFNRRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xyQVO9OO0PQ/s1600-h/ballet15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8BmRGFNRRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xyQVO9OO0PQ/s400/ballet15.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170244816097592594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-7339930319515439121?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/R8BmRGFNRRI/AAAAAAAAAEc/xyQVO9OO0PQ/s72-c/ballet15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-1609179147872787607</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-31T08:26:52.459-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquitemgifs.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o207/bicfomh/rec/feriado/feriado009.gif" border="0" alt="Aqui Tem Gifs, GIFS PARA ORKUT, RECADOS PARA ORKUT, SCRAPS PARA ORKUT" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquitemgifs.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-1609179147872787607?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2008/01/aqui-tem-gifs-gifs-para-orkut-recados.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-3023068475658974105</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 17:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:33.656-08:00</atom:updated><title>A SERPENTE E O VAGALUME</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RnAtXdOyxpI/AAAAAAAAACw/J1qHIOtJ_QI/s1600-h/serpente.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075606661053466258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RnAtXdOyxpI/AAAAAAAAACw/J1qHIOtJ_QI/s320/serpente.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RnAtXdOyxqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CmnnAR0mq_4/s1600-h/valagume.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075606661053466274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RnAtXdOyxqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/CmnnAR0mq_4/s320/valagume.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conta a lenda que uma vez uma serpente começou a perseguir um vagalume. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este fugia rápido, com medo da feroz predadora, e a serpente nem pensava em desistir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fugiu um dia e ela não desistia, dois dias e nada...No terceiro dia, já sem forças, o vagalume parou e disse à cobra: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Posso lhe fazer três perguntas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não costumo abrir esse precedente para ninguém, mas já que vou te devorar mesmo, pode perguntar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pertenço a sua cadeia alimentar ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - Não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eu te fiz algum mal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Então, por que você quer acabar comigo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Porque não suporto ver você brilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pense nisso e selecione as pessoas em quem confiar". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-3023068475658974105?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/06/serpente-e-o-vagalume.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RnAtXdOyxpI/AAAAAAAAACw/J1qHIOtJ_QI/s72-c/serpente.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-7312845554348357920</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 12:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:33.869-08:00</atom:updated><title>A BAILARINA KARINA</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RmCY9vIeEOI/AAAAAAAAACo/oOn6uOLaSoc/s1600-h/pÃ¡s+de+deux.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071221366810611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RmCY9vIeEOI/AAAAAAAAACo/oOn6uOLaSoc/s320/p%C3%A1s+de+deux.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RmANuvIeENI/AAAAAAAAACg/6O3rBp1AeIk/s1600-h/CCRIAÃÃO+DE+AWARD.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina chamada Karina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Desde pequena, ela só tinha uma paixão: dançar e ser uma bailarina do famoso Ballet Bolshoi. Tudo o mais era secundário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Seus pais até desistiram de exigir empenho em qualquer outra atividade:o coração de Karina tinha lugar somente para o balé. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Um dia, Karina teve sua grande chance: conseguiu um encontro com o diretor do Bolshoi, que estava selecionando aspirantes para a companhia. Nesse dia, Karina dançou como se fosse seu último dia na Terra. Colocou tudo o que sentia e que aprendera em cada movimento, como se uma vida inteira pudesse ser contada em um único passo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Ao final, aproximou-se do renomado diretor e perguntou-lhe: "Então, o senhor acha que posso me tornar uma grande bailarina?" E ela ouviu um NÃO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Na longa viagem de volta à sua aldeia, Karina, em meio às lágrimas, imaginou que nunca mais aquele "NÃO" deixaria de soar em sua mente. Meses se passaram até que pudesse novamente calçar uma sapatilha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dez anos mais tarde, Karina, já uma estimada professora de balé, criou coragem de ir à performance anual do Bolshoi em sua região. Sentou-se bem à frente e reconheceu que o diretor do balé ainda era o mesmo! Após o concerto, ela tomou coragem e foi falar com ele. Contou o quanto ela queria ter sido bailarina do Bolshoi e quanto tinha sido difícil ter ouvido dele aquele NÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Mas, minha filha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- disse o diretor .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;- eu digo NÃO a todas as aspirantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Com o coração ainda aos saltos, Karina não pôde conter a revolta e a surpresa dizendo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Como o senhor poderia cometer uma injustiça dessas? Eu poderia ter sido uma grande bailarina se não fosse o descaso com que o senhor me avaliou!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Havia solidariedade e compreensão na voz do diretor, mas ele não hesitou ao responder: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Perdoe-me, minha filha, mas você nunca poderia ter sido grande o suficiente, se foi capaz de abandonar o seu sonho pela opinião de outra pessoa." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da história&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;O mais importante do que tudo é acreditarmos efetivamente na própria capacidade porque o que não faltam na vida são os obstáculos! E assim, muitos desistem da luta, por medo, por preguiça ou porque acreditaram nas previsões negativas dos outros. Faça sua escolha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Texto de João Beauclair (educador)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3824987862537170351-7312845554348357920?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/06/bailarina-karina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RmCY9vIeEOI/AAAAAAAAACo/oOn6uOLaSoc/s72-c/p%C3%A1s+de+deux.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-5159430448452712871</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.018-08:00</atom:updated><title>DANÇAR</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4IDBZbpTI/AAAAAAAAACY/wSivufArPwQ/s1600-h/bailarina11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070499078473491762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4IDBZbpTI/AAAAAAAAACY/wSivufArPwQ/s320/bailarina11.bmp" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dançar é como crescer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um processo lento, cheio de surpresas e lutas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A realização de feitos que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;parecem impossíveis de se concretizar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acrobacias que exigem muito mais que horas de treinamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que só a ousadia tem a capacidade de explicar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um constante aprendizado para o qual &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem sempre acham necessário nos preparar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É preciso ter talento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saber misturar, em doses certas, força e sensibilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conhecer limites e capacidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem temer fracassos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amar. Amar-se sem medos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corpo e mente em perfeita harmonia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Essa integração é o segredo da eterna liberdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que nos permite alcançar vôos muito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas muito maiores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isto é Dançar!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-5159430448452712871?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/05/danar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4IDBZbpTI/AAAAAAAAACY/wSivufArPwQ/s72-c/bailarina11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-2060207144236660812</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 22:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.127-08:00</atom:updated><title>BAILARINA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4FQhZbpRI/AAAAAAAAACI/PVl-hunzcyY/s1600-h/BRBIE+DANÃANDO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070496011866842386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4FQhZbpRI/AAAAAAAAACI/PVl-hunzcyY/s320/BRBIE+DAN%C3%87ANDO.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&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&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&gt;Bailarina que pisa no céu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mais leve do que o papel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leva os sonhos do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ao mundo belo da arte de bailar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Deixa o palco e corre nas ruas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acentua o passo firme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Em cima da sociedade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E gira em sentido da verdade. &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/3824987862537170351-2060207144236660812?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/05/bailarina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/Rl4FQhZbpRI/AAAAAAAAACI/PVl-hunzcyY/s72-c/BRBIE+DAN%C3%87ANDO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-2362640586734617451</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 22:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-23T15:48:58.524-07:00</atom:updated><title>O QUE EU PROCURAVA  (WHAT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR)</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuJgvULuRbc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RuJgvULuRbc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil saber como não pude ver&lt;br /&gt;você sempre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;eu andava só mas é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;com você sempre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;É mais do que parece preciso dizer&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca encontrei alguém que possa me entender como&lt;br /&gt;você &lt;br /&gt;Eu procurei tão bem mas não há niguém como você&lt;br /&gt;e no seu olhar eu fui encontrar o que eu procurava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom assim o que você diz&lt;br /&gt;me deixa tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Junto de você não tenho mais medo&lt;br /&gt;você sabe os meu segredos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milágres acontecem preciso dizer&lt;br /&gt;eu nunca encontrei alguém que possa me entender como&lt;br /&gt;você&lt;br /&gt;eu procurei tão bem mas não há ninguém como você&lt;br /&gt;e no seu olhar eu fui encontra o que eu procurava&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-2362640586734617451?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-que-eu-procurava-what-ive-been.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-7262464575716843820</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.245-08:00</atom:updated><title>SAPATILHA DE PONTA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPJEq10QZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ISAx314ATpM/s1600-h/ballet%20shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054104288896500114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPJEq10QZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ISAx314ATpM/s320/ballet%2520shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A Ju (minha irmã) começou a usar sapatilha de ponta. Ela gosta cada vez mais do ballet.Todos nós estamos muito felizes, inclusive a Ju. Ela está adorando. E a professora diz que ela está melhor a cada dia.Ela diz que dá mais prazer fazer a aula com sapatilha de ponta. Eu ainda não uso, mas sei que logo logo vou usar.Ju, estou muito feliz por você e espero que continue sendo essa ótima amiga e irmã que você é!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-7262464575716843820?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/04/ju-minha-irm-comeou-usar-sapatilha-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPJEq10QZI/AAAAAAAAABU/ISAx314ATpM/s72-c/ballet%2520shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-7947805056881701190</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.463-08:00</atom:updated><title>A COREOGRAFIA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPImq10QYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5J4s3fny-k/s1600-h/img28.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPImq10QYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5J4s3fny-k/s1600-h/img28.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054103773500424578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPImq10QYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5J4s3fny-k/s320/img28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A nossa professora do ballet, nos mandou fazer uma coreografia, com todos os passos que aprendemos. Nós somos uma dupla, e a nossa coreografia já está pronta. Agora é só ensaiar. A nossa música vai ser Over the Rainbow. Só vamos apresentar em junho, até lá tem muito tempo.&lt;/em&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/3824987862537170351-7947805056881701190?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/04/nossa-professora-do-ballet-nos-mandou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPImq10QYI/AAAAAAAAABM/Z5J4s3fny-k/s72-c/img28.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-8749186501726276826</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.579-08:00</atom:updated><title>AMO DANÇAR</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIZa10QXI/AAAAAAAAABE/YpCcgfsg3JE/s1600-h/f50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054103545867157874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIZa10QXI/AAAAAAAAABE/YpCcgfsg3JE/s320/f50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu amo dançar. Não sei se danço bem, mas eu amo. Gosto de dançar principalmente ballet. Quando dançamos ballet, temos a ótima sensação de estarmos voando, além de ser uma dança muito bonita.Enfim, ballet é bom demais!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-8749186501726276826?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/04/eu-amo-danar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIZa10QXI/AAAAAAAAABE/YpCcgfsg3JE/s72-c/f50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-2995967575670125920</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.717-08:00</atom:updated><title>MINHA FAMÍLIA</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIKK10QWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjAbfo5eOLo/s1600-h/msnamor005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054103283874152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIKK10QWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjAbfo5eOLo/s320/msnamor005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo a minha família e sempre vou amar,  ela é muito importante para mim, pois quando preciso de ajuda, apoio, carinho e etc, ela sempre está do meu lado para me dar conselhos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha família é demais!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muitos beijos para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/3824987862537170351-2995967575670125920?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/04/amo-minha-famlia-e-sempre-vou-amarmil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPIKK10QWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pjAbfo5eOLo/s72-c/msnamor005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3824987862537170351.post-4664411598721002967</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2007 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T01:56:34.821-08:00</atom:updated><title>AMIGAS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPHMK10QSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8z-078aA7s/s1600-h/Extrinha4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPHMK10QSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8z-078aA7s/s1600-h/Extrinha4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054102218722263330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPHMK10QSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8z-078aA7s/s320/Extrinha4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenho algumas amigas, não muitas, mas todas são verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu gosto muito de todas elas, elas estão sempre do meu lado, dando força e posso contar com elas para o que quiser.   Elas são engraçadas e divertidas, algumas adoram conversar, outras não, mas mesmo assim elas são muitos legais.  Sempre rimos muito juntas e se temos alguma briguinha, logo estamos nos divertindo de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para mim, elas são muito preciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carol, Mariana,Victória, Amanda, Camilla, Tainá, Tati, Juliana, Carol, Letícia,  Francinni e Juliana, amo vocês!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3824987862537170351-4664411598721002967?l=marinasallai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marinasallai.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-tenho-muitas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marina)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8e_GrSjeihs/RiPHMK10QSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-8z-078aA7s/s72-c/Extrinha4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>