<?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-7960943347891538621</id><updated>2011-12-02T18:28:13.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras Histórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-4854168032700341206</id><published>2011-12-02T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:28:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixe o medo de lado e viva .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tusv9st6ct0/TtmIc4rLk0I/AAAAAAAAACI/JMCyxWbxLkA/s1600/tumblr_lpier00tGP1qjy5heo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tusv9st6ct0/TtmIc4rLk0I/AAAAAAAAACI/JMCyxWbxLkA/s320/tumblr_lpier00tGP1qjy5heo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;O defeito de muita gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;, é sentir saudade e não correr atrás, de amar e não admitir, de sofrer e não chorar. O medo de demostrar nossos sentimentos muitas vezes nos impede de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-4854168032700341206?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4854168032700341206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/deixe-o-medo-de-lado-e-viva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/4854168032700341206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/4854168032700341206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/deixe-o-medo-de-lado-e-viva.html' title='Deixe o medo de lado e viva .'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tusv9st6ct0/TtmIc4rLk0I/AAAAAAAAACI/JMCyxWbxLkA/s72-c/tumblr_lpier00tGP1qjy5heo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-3106714167476276900</id><published>2011-12-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T14:03:18.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografias.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrAjVlOs8Ak/Ttf4yqMdYkI/AAAAAAAAACA/kfjTxnPyD2U/s1600/tumblr_l7xyyt0zX01qbkbmjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrAjVlOs8Ak/Ttf4yqMdYkI/AAAAAAAAACA/kfjTxnPyD2U/s320/tumblr_l7xyyt0zX01qbkbmjo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Olhando para todas elas espalhadas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;pela minha cama, cada uma, uma história&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;um momento, cada uma é unica&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;alguma engraçada, outra triste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;uma séria, outra feliz, pode ser infantil,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;colorida, preta &amp;amp; branca, outras pela metade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;sozinha, com amigos, em festas, em casa, linda, bagunçada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;cada fotografia é meu contato intenso com o passado,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;um pedaço do antes, e eu nunca imaginei que hoje&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;me trariam, tanta dor, tanta saudade, são o que foi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;o que houve, o que existiu, são fotografias !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-3106714167476276900?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3106714167476276900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/fotografias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/3106714167476276900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/3106714167476276900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/fotografias.html' title='Fotografias.'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lrAjVlOs8Ak/Ttf4yqMdYkI/AAAAAAAAACA/kfjTxnPyD2U/s72-c/tumblr_l7xyyt0zX01qbkbmjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-7329964465802375308</id><published>2011-11-30T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:54:48.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Como fazer um amor durar !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZgZv6edohM/TtbQOV8IVsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AQIdO_vOcUg/s1600/passara2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZgZv6edohM/TtbQOV8IVsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AQIdO_vOcUg/s1600/passara2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style3" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Uma mãe e a sua filha estavam a caminhar pela praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;Num certo ponto, a menina perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;- " Como se faz para manter um amor ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A mãe olhou para a filha e respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;-" Pega num pouco de areia e fecha a mão com força..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A menina assim fez e reparou que quanto mais forte apertava a areia com a mão com mais velocidade a areia se escapava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;-" Mamãe, mas assim a areia cai !!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;-" Eu sei, agora abre completamente a mão..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A menina assim fez mas veio um vento forte e levou consigo a areia que restava na sua mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;- " Assim também não consigo mantê-la na minha mão!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A mãe, sempre a sorrir disse-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;-" Agora pega outra vez num pouco de areia e deixe-a na mão semi-aberta como se fosse uma colher... bastante fechada para protegê-la e bastante aberta para lhe dar liberdade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;A menina experimenta e vê que a areia não se escapa da mão e está protegida do vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style24"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="style3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-" É assim que se faz durar um amor..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-7329964465802375308?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7329964465802375308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-fazer-um-amor-durar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/7329964465802375308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/7329964465802375308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/como-fazer-um-amor-durar.html' title='Como fazer um amor durar !'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FZgZv6edohM/TtbQOV8IVsI/AAAAAAAAABw/AQIdO_vOcUg/s72-c/passara2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-8301016759659549360</id><published>2011-11-30T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T16:41:05.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uns e outros.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S86U2N1JJgE/TtbLntyfxdI/AAAAAAAAABo/b9BfLT-gWGM/s1600/feliz+ou+triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S86U2N1JJgE/TtbLntyfxdI/AAAAAAAAABo/b9BfLT-gWGM/s1600/feliz+ou+triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Infelizmente a felicidade de uns , é sempre a tristeza de outros !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-8301016759659549360?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8301016759659549360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/infelizmente-felicidade-de-uns-e-sempre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8301016759659549360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8301016759659549360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/infelizmente-felicidade-de-uns-e-sempre.html' title='Uns e outros.'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S86U2N1JJgE/TtbLntyfxdI/AAAAAAAAABo/b9BfLT-gWGM/s72-c/feliz+ou+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-2062817312242898371</id><published>2011-11-30T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:55:14.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprenda esperar !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRQAUDS-I5g/TtbB8HCvY8I/AAAAAAAAABg/Ven_1HRMP6Q/s1600/espera5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRQAUDS-I5g/TtbB8HCvY8I/AAAAAAAAABg/Ven_1HRMP6Q/s320/espera5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo é no tempo que você deseja, nem todo início pode ser descoberto da melhor forma. Pode ser que comece de uma maneira que não seja tão esperada ou então que não seja agradável, mas pode ser que por você não ter visto o lado bom da coisa, mais a frente ela se desenvolva de uma forma inesperada e te surpreenda maravilhosamente !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Por:&lt;/b&gt; Rana Câmara Caldeira Cosac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-2062817312242898371?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2062817312242898371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprenda-esperar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/2062817312242898371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/2062817312242898371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/aprenda-esperar.html' title='Aprenda esperar !'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRQAUDS-I5g/TtbB8HCvY8I/AAAAAAAAABg/Ven_1HRMP6Q/s72-c/espera5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-8765422042931929815</id><published>2011-11-30T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:36:10.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorriso ou amor .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIuuJX3_yic/Tta6J_Ytl1I/AAAAAAAAABY/bGquIkEVlRQ/s1600/tumblr_lg2lsjS6601qe9sjeo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIuuJX3_yic/Tta6J_Ytl1I/AAAAAAAAABY/bGquIkEVlRQ/s320/tumblr_lg2lsjS6601qe9sjeo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;O sorriso de quem ama é lindo. Mas o sorriso de quem sofre é ainda mais lindo, pois além de sofrer têm a capacidade de sorrir.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: grey; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-8765422042931929815?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8765422042931929815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorriso-ou-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8765422042931929815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8765422042931929815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/sorriso-ou-amor.html' title='Sorriso ou amor .'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIuuJX3_yic/Tta6J_Ytl1I/AAAAAAAAABY/bGquIkEVlRQ/s72-c/tumblr_lg2lsjS6601qe9sjeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-8327215633028312241</id><published>2011-11-30T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:38:01.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5rUVg8Ldns/TtauI-_ZDeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bRkgamK-7Uo/s1600/pessoas_felizes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5rUVg8Ldns/TtauI-_ZDeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bRkgamK-7Uo/s320/pessoas_felizes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, dance, ria e viva intensamente, antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine sem aplausos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-8327215633028312241?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8327215633028312241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8327215633028312241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/8327215633028312241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/felicidade.html' title='A felicidade.'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5rUVg8Ldns/TtauI-_ZDeI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bRkgamK-7Uo/s72-c/pessoas_felizes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7960943347891538621.post-5823703117515951743</id><published>2011-11-30T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:35:39.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada como um dia após o outro .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AMleGjTE9E/TtarwWkBKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofVrw1tUyvI/s1600/tumblr_ljtqvjyHDl1qeo2wdo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AMleGjTE9E/TtarwWkBKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofVrw1tUyvI/s320/tumblr_ljtqvjyHDl1qeo2wdo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Podemos acreditar que tudo que a vida nos oferecerá no futuro é repetir o que fizemos ontem e hoje. Mas, se prestarmos atenção, vamos nos dar conta de que nenhum dia é igual a outro. Cada manhã traz uma benção escondida; uma benção que só serve para esse dia e que não se pode guardar nem desaproveitar. Se não usamos este milagre hoje, ele vai se perder. Este milagre está nos detalhes do cotidiano; é preciso viver cada minuto porque ali encontramos a saída de nossas confusões, a alegria de nossos bons momentos, a pista correta para a decisão que tomaremos. Nunca podemos deixar que cada dia pareça igual ao anterior porque todos os dias são diferentes, porque estamos em constante processo de mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7960943347891538621-5823703117515951743?l=outstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5823703117515951743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/nada-como-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/5823703117515951743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7960943347891538621/posts/default/5823703117515951743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outstories.blogspot.com/2011/11/nada-como-um-dia-apos-o-outro.html' title='Nada como um dia após o outro .'/><author><name>Raninha Cosac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01406627296502941318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hVwKP_8ZLFk/TtahY9JQqNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2Mot_M-1sR0/s220/jpeg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AMleGjTE9E/TtarwWkBKXI/AAAAAAAAABI/ofVrw1tUyvI/s72-c/tumblr_ljtqvjyHDl1qeo2wdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
