<?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-14461804</id><updated>2011-11-01T13:49:52.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>novos começos...outras tentativas</title><subtitle type='html'>TODO CORAÇÃO ainda É UMA CÉLULA REVOLUCIONÁRIA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-2651390056447555966</id><published>2011-08-02T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T11:44:58.891-03:00</updated><title type='text'>sábado, domingo e manhã-de-segunda</title><content type='html'>estava lá, correndo com as pessoas, risadas e pastéis&lt;br /&gt;logo já era segunda de manhã&lt;br /&gt;pânico&lt;br /&gt;novas visitas&lt;br /&gt;suco na mamadeira&lt;br /&gt;no domingo,&amp;nbsp;neblina, grandes janelas, árvores&lt;br /&gt;inspiração&lt;br /&gt;era preciso começar logo&lt;br /&gt;o cotidiano toma tempo, mas era vez do prolégomeno&lt;br /&gt;e esse é o meu: um reencontro, uma cócega nos dedos da mente&lt;br /&gt;um porvir&lt;br /&gt;aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-2651390056447555966?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/2651390056447555966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=2651390056447555966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/2651390056447555966'/><link rel='self' 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ficar sozinha e a música não está sendo boa companhia&lt;br /&gt;odeio pensar tanto em coisas não pensáveis&lt;br /&gt;odeio me sentir inferior por contas das minhas nóias&lt;br /&gt;odeio racionalizar bem na hora das sensações&lt;br /&gt;odeio viver a vida que não é minha, o momento que não é meu&lt;br /&gt;odeio ficar pensando e falando e me confundindo e atrapalhando tudo&lt;br /&gt;tudo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;pensar é uma puta maldição quando o pensamento só corrói a alma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-6027234307319220457?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/6027234307319220457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=6027234307319220457&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/6027234307319220457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/6027234307319220457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2008/01/que-tudo-mais-v-pro-inferno.html' title='que tudo mais vá pro inferno'/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-2869761604752061276</id><published>2007-04-30T16:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:52:41.732-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;assim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A escola não nos ensina a falar uma língua estrangeira nem nossa própria língua, não ensina a cantar ou a servir-nos de nossas mãos e nossos pés; não ensina qual é a alimentação sadia; &lt;em&gt;como conseguir orientar-se no labirinto das instituições*;&lt;/em&gt; de que modo cuidar de um bebê ou de uma pessoas doente, etc. Se as pessoas não cantam mais, mas &lt;strong&gt;compram&lt;/strong&gt; milhões de discos em que profissionais cantam por elas; se não sabem mais comer, mas &lt;strong&gt;pagam &lt;/strong&gt;o médico e a indústria farmacêutica praa tratar dos efeitos da má alimentação; se não sabem como educar os filhos, mas &lt;strong&gt;alugam &lt;/strong&gt;os serviços de educadores diplomados; se não sabem consertar um radinho ou uma torneira, nem como curar uma gripe sem remédio, ou cultivar uma alface, etc., tudo isso acontece porque a escola tem como objetivo inconfessável fornecer às indústrias, ao comércio, às profissões especializadas e ao Estado, &lt;strong&gt;trabalhadores, consumidores, clientes e administrados sob medida. &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grifo meu, afinal a escola tb o é&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-2869761604752061276?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/2869761604752061276/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=2869761604752061276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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escrevi isto pra ele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tem quase um ano que numa escola de inglês depois de um vinho na madrugada, ele me disse pra ser perigoso&lt;br /&gt;Eu concordei&lt;br /&gt;Vieram outros vinhos e alguma cervejas, chocooky´s, banhos, brigas e risadas&lt;br /&gt;Passeamos por ladeiras intermináveis e por entre rochas no meio da mata&lt;br /&gt;Embriagados andamos de bicicleta e corremos pela praia quando a noite já ia alta&lt;br /&gt;Gatos&lt;br /&gt;Cachorros&lt;br /&gt;Música alta&lt;br /&gt;Estivemos em lugares impróprios e choramos...&lt;br /&gt;Jogamos cartas&lt;br /&gt;Uma barriga foi crescendo e de 2, agora somos em 3&lt;br /&gt;Outra aventura começou&lt;br /&gt;E, como ele disse daquele vez, maravilhosamente perigoso seguimos por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE UUUU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-2774334027045625752</id><published>2007-04-24T09:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:56:24.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai eu queria dizer como é pirante observar ela dormir, tocar sua pele macia, perceber seus olhos em mim, a atenção dos sons e seu balbuciar tão gostoso....tb quis dizer do dia mais cansativo da minha vida que foi quando, a muito custo, ela nasceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não sei dizer então eu não digo e continuo pensando pq os peixes do fundão vieram aqui pra cima...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-2774334027045625752?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/2774334027045625752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=2774334027045625752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/2774334027045625752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/2774334027045625752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2007/04/ai-eu-queria-dizer-como-pirante.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-117690596857707111</id><published>2007-04-18T11:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:19:28.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;alguém aí pode me ensinar a escrever de novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando foi que as palavras perderam tanto espaço na minha curta vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu gosto de escrever, mas não me lembro mais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-117690596857707111?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/117690596857707111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-115767233756829282</id><published>2006-09-07T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:38:57.580-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mulher CABELUDA que vai ter MENINA&lt;br /&gt;qual o destino&lt;br /&gt;que ELA vai ter?&lt;br /&gt;que será ELA&lt;br /&gt;quando crescer?&lt;br /&gt;Haverá guerra ainda?&lt;br /&gt;tomara que não, &lt;br /&gt;mulher CABELUDA,&lt;br /&gt;tomara que não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa sim reflete a verdade que se fez presente, barriguinha, meninninha e cabelão....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tou que sou só sorrisos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-115767233756829282?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/115767233756829282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=115767233756829282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115767233756829282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115767233756829282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/09/mulher-cabeluda-que-vai-ter-menina.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-115265688681177767</id><published>2006-07-11T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T19:28:06.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uma questão resolvida: é um só. (ufa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por ora fica então a nova dúvida: arthur / artur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;isabela / isabele, ou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pena q o homem-pai não goste de estebán...imagina só de donnie darko...eita vida difícil....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-115265688681177767?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/115265688681177767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=115265688681177767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115265688681177767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115265688681177767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/07/uma-questo-resolvida-um-s.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-115005063467483949</id><published>2006-06-11T15:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T15:30:34.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tudo novo de novo novamente&lt;br /&gt;desse jeito como é que fica tudo aqui dentro????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nkbngkn vgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-115005063467483949?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/115005063467483949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=115005063467483949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115005063467483949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/115005063467483949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/06/tudo-novo-de-novo-novamente-desse.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-114868234545383599</id><published>2006-05-26T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:25:45.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher barriguda que vai ter menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;qual o destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;que ele vai ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;que será ele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;quando crescer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Haverá guerra ainda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;tomara que não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;mulher barriguda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;tomara que não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-114868234545383599?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/114868234545383599/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-114782087898875438</id><published>2006-05-16T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:07:59.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai.meu.deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e se for gêmeos ? ? ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-114782087898875438?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/114782087898875438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=114782087898875438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114782087898875438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114782087898875438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/05/ai.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-114365142913234339</id><published>2006-03-29T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:57:09.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lá fora não para de chover, mas os passarinhos não cessam seu cantar...devem estar gostando...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-114365142913234339?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/114365142913234339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=114365142913234339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114365142913234339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114365142913234339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/03/l-fora-no-para-de-chover-mas-os.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-114322539801303123</id><published>2006-03-24T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:58:49.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;muito tempo atrás....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu continuei dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sabores do mundo me invadiram o corpo e num instante já não estavam mais lá e apenas cenas, cenas de uma peça de teatro visto na praça, o cheiro que 100 anos de solidão exala com suas palavras, o passarinho pequenino que cantava num meio-dia ensolarado, as crianças que pintavam camisetas e corriam na hora do recreio, a mim mesma, fazendo as mesmas coisas, as boas sensções de se sentir protegida, ao abraço gritado de dentro da casa, ao beijo desejado, negado, aceito e confuso, as brincadeiras do amigo no meio da apresenatação de dança, os primeiros porres onde o riso é constante o carinho me pula do corpo naqueles que estimo, o novo olhar para os velhos preconceitos, sabendo que eles não cabem mai ali, a constatação de que sua fala se modificou depois do ingreso na academia, a visão otimista de que cresço tanto que já não entro mais nesse corpo e que ele me é desconfortável tantas vezes por isso, penso no grande apetite e o costume de tomar vitaminas ao invés dde comer e a consciência do saber-se alimentado o suficiente para servir de alimento...&lt;br /&gt;E a fala do menino quando disse: Ah! Desculpa, arte não está separada de educação...E o avião vai subindo e o quebra cabeça quase terminado é desmontado e peças se perderam, mas aí ele disse: Não se preocupe com as peças....&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dixer mais nada porque o que essas cenas me fizeram e como posso entende-las ainda eu não sei, só sei que coisas tem acontecido muito rápido e que nem sempre percebo, só sei que quero OUVIR a música, porque se a chuva é minha amiga eu não vou me resfriar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a chuva continua sendo minha amiga e eu não me resfrio mais e depois disso tantas outras....&lt;br /&gt;que bom pq ai descubro que os índios não tem pêlos pq alguns peixes usam pêlos de alimento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo explicado então e a paz ainda é mais importante que a sanidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-114322539801303123?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/114322539801303123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=114322539801303123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114322539801303123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114322539801303123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/03/muito-tempo-atrs.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-114237878999837536</id><published>2006-03-14T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:02:58.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;eu ainda vivo e digo: oiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-114237878999837536?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/114237878999837536/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=114237878999837536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114237878999837536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/114237878999837536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/03/eu-ainda-vivo-e-digo-oiiiiiiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113961728229823702</id><published>2006-02-10T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:03:23.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;taubaté eu estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;logo que me vou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;aqui tempo amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;céu imprevisível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113961728229823702?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113804504653964519</id><published>2006-01-23T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:37:26.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;esta noite sonhei novamente, fazia tempo que eu não sonhava e era tão bom, ai ele se foi novamente, e não voltou....engraçado e que ao acordar e ir para o lugar, não como no sonho, mas coisas foram diferentes e daí conversando eu soube e entendi que ele havia ido mesmo para ela....meu sonho me disse antes o que ouvi-vi-entendi ao acordar....dói um pouco sim, pq sei que já era mesmo, por mais que eu queira me apegar a outra coisa...mas tudo bem, o tempo já havia passado e hoje já estou legal em relação a isso, dói mas não sangra...esse foi tão somente um desabafo comprensivo...foi sem nunca ter sido realmente e eu já sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113804504653964519?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113804504653964519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113804504653964519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113804504653964519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113804504653964519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/01/esta-noite-sonhei-novamente-fazia.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113804470818235113</id><published>2006-01-23T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:31:48.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok é uma merda, tanto a banda quanto as músicas mas eu gosto dessas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vícios e Virtudes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo lhe cai bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;é um risco que se assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O bom é não iludir ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes faço o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes faço o que tenho que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes faço o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes faço o que tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca tive muito a ver com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O livro que ela ama eu não li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu nunca tive muito a ver com ela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O filme que ela adora eu não vi&lt;br /&gt;Como chegar nela eu nem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela é tão interessante e eu aqui pixando muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Como chegar nela eu nem sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela é tão diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E eu igual a todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser tão errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu que nem sempre calmo, mas nunca preocupado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser tão errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu que nem sempre calmo, mas nunca preocupado&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo lhe cai bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;É um risco que se assume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;O bom é não iludir ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes faço o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes faço o que tenho que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Às vezes faço o que quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E às vezes faço o que tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu volto pra fazer só a sua vontade, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se eu não puder fazer você a pessoa mais feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu chego mais perto disso possível&lt;br /&gt;Todos os inconvenientes a nosso favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E diferenças sim, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca maiores do que o nosso valor&lt;br /&gt;Logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser tão errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu que nem sempre calmo, mas nunca preocupado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Logo eu, que sempre achei legal ser tão errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu, que nem sempre calmo, mas nunca preocupado&lt;br /&gt;O tempo às vezes é alheio à nossa vontade, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Só o que é bom dura tempo o bastante pra se tornar inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;Qual será o defeito da fala se a tua boca me cala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nós dois deitados na sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papo Reto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você deixou ela de lado para falar com seus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sobre suas coisas chatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela deu brecha e eu me aproximei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque eu me fortaleço é na sua falha&lt;br /&gt;Ela estava ali sozinha querendo atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E alguém pra conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Você deixou ela de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vai pagar pela mancada, pode acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Então já era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu vou fazer de um jeito que ela não vai esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se for já era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu vou fazer de um jeito que ela não vai esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Otário, eu vou te avisar:o teu intelecto de mosca de bar&lt;br /&gt;Você falou pra ela que eu sou louco e canto mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que eu não presto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que eu sou um marginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que eu não tenho educação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que eu só falo palavrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;E pra socialite eu não tenho vocação&lt;br /&gt;Sei que isso tudo é verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas eu quero que se foda essa porra de sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pago minhas contas sou limpinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sou como você filho da puta viadinho&lt;br /&gt;Então...&lt;br /&gt;Mexeu com a família agora se vira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Segura a seqüência essa é minha quadrilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown&lt;br /&gt;Se não quiser ficar só cuide dela bem melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou vai ficar só o pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ou vai ficar só o pó&lt;br /&gt;Ferro na boneca, pedrada na vidraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tudo que eu tenho eu conquistei na raça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu não sou simpático a ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje eu vou de limusine mas eu já andei de trem&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;essa última é ainda pior...acho que tenho andado meio esquisita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113804470818235113?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113804470818235113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113804470818235113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113804470818235113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113804470818235113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/01/ok-uma-merda-tanto-banda-quanto-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113684854888165951</id><published>2006-01-09T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:21:27.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o dia fora do tempo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;o lugar era interessante, o dia bonito e as companhias mais do que agradáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;devagarinho vem vindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;o sol explode, um brilho visto só em sonhos, a vegetação ganha uma tonalidade de verde que é impossível colocar em palavras. o corpo treme, responde aos estímulos. corpo e mente tornando-se um novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;mãos, boca, sensações nunca antes sentidas mas agora com tal intensidade que chegava a dar medo, os pensamentos, as percepções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;de repente as risadas se tornam quase fatais, não dava pra controlar...talvez morrer de rir seja mesmo possível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;ao andar, a água, pedras, lama, musgo, tudo tão forte, intenso, existência em sua totalidade, nada de imagens, modos de ser, simplesmente como é, e é lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;devagarinho veio e davagarinho vai indo...fica só a sensação como um gosto suave na boca, uma percepção onde se enxerga sem julgamentos com compreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;ão, logo não existe mais ansiedade, preocupação...tudo fica claro, percebem-se os encaixes, os fluxos, as imperfeições perfeitas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;sensação percepetiva que parece ser eterna, mas, passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;fica a lembrança e o desejo de novamente sentir-se total através de todos os sentidos, você e o mundo, ser uno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;magia existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;dias eternos também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;um dia atemporal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113684854888165951?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113684854888165951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113684854888165951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113684854888165951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113684854888165951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-dia-fora-do-tempo-o-lugar-era.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113657536943285903</id><published>2006-01-06T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T15:22:49.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;tô aqui na cidade azul, tempo bom, vento agradável e um céu que é indízivel...descobri coisas: não quero mais voltar p/ são paulo, aqui finalmente o tempo é somente uma sucessão de mudanças no céu, e eu posso fazer tudo, aqui o tempo anda comigo....outra coisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;, as pessoas desse lugar são completamente loucas...eu achando que em sp a coisa tava mudando e por aqui.....queixo caído já tem quase 24 hs....que delícia é poder voltar....&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/14461804-113657536943285903?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113657536943285903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113657536943285903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113657536943285903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113657536943285903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/01/t-aqui-na-cidade-azul-tempo-bom-vento.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113625055956382927</id><published>2006-01-02T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:12:41.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como num filme, ou quem sabe um livro, cenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;um carinho, sexo, uma convesa...gato...um xadrex, vinho, cachorrro...uma músca tão bonita que quase faz chorar...uma dança...lá fora só a chuva caia suavemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113625055956382927?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113625055956382927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113625055956382927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113625055956382927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113625055956382927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2006/01/como-num-filme-ou-quem-sabe-um-livro.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113520703783848974</id><published>2005-12-21T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:28:10.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pra vc: ondas do caos, novas subjetividades, desapegos e um pouco mais de veias abertas  na tua própria carne, silvio, cara, eu quis chorar aqui na lan e eu não sou macho que nem vc, mas sabe que sou durona e aí fico melosa escrevendo essas coisas, assim, tão na cara......dia 5 de janeiro tô aí, vou fazer matrícula...me espera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;amigo meu logo estaremos juntos as 4 da manhã acordando quem p/ contar coisas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113520703783848974?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113520703783848974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113520703783848974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113520703783848974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113520703783848974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/12/pra-vc-ondas-do-caos-novas.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113520671679166211</id><published>2005-12-21T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T19:20:08.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;esse fim de semana gu, o irmão, me chamou pra ser pirata, aceitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113520671679166211?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113520671679166211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113520671679166211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113520671679166211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113520671679166211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/12/esse-fim-de-semana-gu-o-irmo-me-chamou.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113493521401112557</id><published>2005-12-18T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:56:15.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As palavras pertencem àqueles que as usam apenas até que alguém as roube de volta - ops!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Borboleta pequenina que vem para nos saldar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Venha ver cantar o hino que hoje a noite vai ser legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu sou uma borboleta pequenina e feiticeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ando no meio das flores procurando quem me queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Boboleta pequenina saia fora do rosal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Venha ver quanta alegria que hoje a noite vai ser legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Boboleta pequenina venha para o meu cordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Venha ver cantar a música que hoje a noite é legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu sou uma borboleta pequenina e feiticeira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ando no meio das flores procurando quem me queira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Borboleta pequenina sai fora do rosal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Venha ver quanta alegria que hoje a noite vai ser legal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113493521401112557?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113493521401112557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113493521401112557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113493521401112557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113493521401112557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-palavras-pertencem-queles-que-as.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113493485838082345</id><published>2005-12-18T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:40:58.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;silvio, cara, sinto muito tua falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113493485838082345?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113493474182297175</id><published>2005-12-18T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T15:39:01.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;verde, essa é a cor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113493474182297175?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113493474182297175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113493474182297175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113493474182297175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113493474182297175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/12/verde-essa-cor.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113473401730556348</id><published>2005-12-16T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T07:56:46.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;e desde ontem a lagarta começou a sair do casulo, dentro em breve: a borboleta...que cor será que ela terá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113473401730556348?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113473401730556348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113473401730556348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113473401730556348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113473401730556348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113441892233355163</id><published>2005-12-12T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:22:02.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nada pegou fogo e minha panela está é sem comida, mas em algum lugar entre o estomâgo e o coração existe uma pedrinha que está incomodando bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113441892233355163?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113441892233355163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113441892233355163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113441892233355163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113441892233355163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/12/nada-pegou-fogo-e-minha-panela-est-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113251693261350806</id><published>2005-11-20T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:05:20.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;no amor e na loucura chegamos a conclusão que a única coisa real é o presente e que passamos por ele vivendo as imagens do futuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;ok, mas não queremos isso, então...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="4da566da"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113251693261350806?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113251693261350806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113251693261350806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113251693261350806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113251693261350806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-amor-e-na-loucura-chegamos-concluso.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113251565238637152</id><published>2005-11-20T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T15:49:04.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;umas conversinhas e daí a gente lê:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;= Outrora se morria de morte feita de vida, de Deus. Hoje o respeito pela vida impede tocá-la, despertá-la, tirá-la da letargia. Morremos por inércia, quando a quantidade de morte que carregamos em nós mesmos atinge o ponto de saturação.Qual será o instituto científico que revelará a intensidade de radiações mortais que matam os nosso gestos cotidianos? À força de nos identificarmos com o que não somos, de passarmos de um papel a outro, de um poder a outro, de uma idade a outra, como podemos deixar de nos tornamos parte dese eterno estado de transição que é o processo de decomposição? = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;A ARTE DE VIVER PARA AS NOVAS GERAÇÕES - RAOUL VANEIGEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="dc177a3d"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113251565238637152?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113251565238637152/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113251565238637152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113251565238637152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113251565238637152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/umas-conversinhas-e-da-gente-l-outrora.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113226140081210377</id><published>2005-11-17T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:03:20.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.quero ser amiga de um boto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113226140081210377?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113226140081210377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113226140081210377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226140081210377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226140081210377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113226134632216217</id><published>2005-11-17T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:02:26.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o que eu quero da minha vida hoje:&lt;br /&gt;. um prato cheio de macarrão com um molho vermelho que esteja bem gostoso&lt;br /&gt;. um tempo sozinha no meio do mato, da praia&lt;br /&gt;. uma risada, daquelas que doem a barriga e te fazem babar&lt;br /&gt;.aprender coisas que quero aprender: como saber ser assim mulher, saber fazer chás que curam e acalmam, ficar em silêncio, ler sem olhar e entender sem perguntar&lt;br /&gt;.tb queria perder a noção do tempo e onde ele seja vida enquanto vivo e não a espera de algo que nunca chega, pq quando está, já não é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113226134632216217?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113226134632216217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113226134632216217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226134632216217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226134632216217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-que-eu-quero-da-minha-vida-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113226105847519549</id><published>2005-11-17T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:57:38.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>onde se esconde a vida quando a gente tá apodrecendo?&lt;br /&gt;onde está o sentido quando as coisas estão opacas?&lt;br /&gt;onde está meu nó?&lt;br /&gt;queria ser pirata, uma mulher, bem feminina, mas pirata....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113226105847519549?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113226105847519549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113226105847519549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226105847519549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226105847519549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/onde-se-esconde-vida-quando-gente-t.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113226091980205828</id><published>2005-11-17T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:55:19.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;agora de novo mais uma vez, como aquela do caderno, eu digo: queria escrever como o daniel, mas hoje, como ontem e amanhã não vai dar, talvez por eu não ser garoto, talvez por que eu quando bebo, fico bêbada, talvez por eu não morar numa casa de fantasmas, talvez por eu não ser o daniel, de qualquer modo não escrevo como ele, mas sei que as vezes ele dá uma pescoçada por aqui, então assim, sem dizer, digo que gosto de como ele escreve, mesmo ele me devendo uma fome sem tamanho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113226091980205828?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113226091980205828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113226091980205828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226091980205828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113226091980205828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/agora-de-novo-mais-uma-vez-como-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113226008665614978</id><published>2005-11-17T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:46:07.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;antes tarde do que nunca - hoje descobri que meu irmãzinho é composto basicamente de olhos e orelhas (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113226008665614978?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113226008665614978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113147119371934937</id><published>2005-11-08T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T13:33:13.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o meu coração é uma panela pegando fogo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113147119371934937?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113147119371934937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113147119371934937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113147119371934937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113147119371934937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-meu-corao-uma-panela-pegando-fogo.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113122939253733539</id><published>2005-11-05T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:26:17.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ah, manhê, qualquer coisa eu tô em qualquer lugar (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;...eu amo garotinhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113122939253733539?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113122939253733539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113122939253733539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113122939253733539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113122939253733539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-manh-qualquer-coisa-eu-t-em.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-113017398998011214</id><published>2005-10-24T14:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:27:25.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;STROKES ui ai ula lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olha foi uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-113017398998011214?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/113017398998011214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=113017398998011214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113017398998011214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/113017398998011214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/strokes-ui-ai-ula-l-olha-foi-uma-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975182853940218</id><published>2005-10-19T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:57:08.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;NÃO FODE, PORRA !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975182853940218?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975182853940218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112975182853940218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975182853940218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975182853940218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-fode-porra.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975178928910555</id><published>2005-10-19T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:56:29.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ai me disseram: manja quando vc vai comprar mortadela e ai o cara pega um pedaço e começa a fatiar? esse é meu coração....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ai eu penso: coração partido ou cheio de espaços????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975178928910555?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975178928910555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112975178928910555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975178928910555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975178928910555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/ai-me-disseram-manja-quando-vc-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975154812325710</id><published>2005-10-19T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:52:28.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okokok não esqueçam: malandro é o gato que já nasce de bigode!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975154812325710?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975154812325710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112975154812325710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975154812325710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975154812325710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/okokok-no-esqueam-malandro-o-gato-que.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975087772375664</id><published>2005-10-19T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:41:17.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STROKES&lt;br /&gt;STROKES&lt;br /&gt;STROKES&lt;br /&gt;UOUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975087772375664?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975087772375664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112975087772375664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975087772375664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975087772375664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/strokes-strokes-strokes-uouuuuuuuu.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975080788800758</id><published>2005-10-19T16:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:40:07.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A PALO SECO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Se você vier me perguntar por onde andei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; No tempo em que você sonhava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;De olhos abertos lhe direi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amigo eu me desesperava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sei que assim falando pensas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que esse desespero é moda em 73 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas ando mesmo descontente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Desesperadamente eu grito em português &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tenho 25 anos de sonho e de sangue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E de América do Sul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Por força deste destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Um tango Argentino me vai bem melhor que um blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Sei que assim falando pensas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Que esse desespero é moda em 73 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E eu quero é que esse canto torto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Feito faca corte a carne de vocês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975080788800758?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975080788800758/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112975064700675790</id><published>2005-10-19T16:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:37:27.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;eu odeio esse mundo que não é 100% honesto, odeio medinhos e afins e como dizem : e eu que já não quero mais ser um vencedor levo a vida devagar pra não faltar amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112975064700675790?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112975064700675790/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112975064700675790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975064700675790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112975064700675790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/eu-odeio-esse-mundo-que-no-100-honesto.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112957622929598800</id><published>2005-10-17T16:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:14:43.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sim, sim sempre me fodo, mas o mundo dá tantas voltas e no fim surpresas acontecem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112957622929598800?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112957622929598800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112957622929598800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112957622929598800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112957622929598800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/sim-sim-sempre-me-fodo-mas-o-mundo-d.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112931883805796827</id><published>2005-10-14T16:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:40:38.056-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F O D A - S E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931883805796827?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931883805796827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931883805796827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931883805796827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931883805796827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/f-o-d-s-e_14.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112931880820594615</id><published>2005-10-14T16:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:40:08.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>esse eh mesmo um planetinha cheio de misterios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931880820594615?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931880820594615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931880820594615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931880820594615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931880820594615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/esse-eh-mesmo-um-planetinha-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112931861052114250</id><published>2005-10-14T16:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:36:50.520-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pra mim o que sempre foi mosquito, que nome sera que tem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931861052114250?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931861052114250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931861052114250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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cheia de furos?&lt;br /&gt;o pai sem entender  nada ouve o garoto completar:&lt;br /&gt;-Se tem furo pro foguete passar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931852580596587?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931852580596587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931852580596587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931852580596587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931852580596587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/novamente-ele-o-velho-garoto-de-6-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112931834799213340</id><published>2005-10-14T16:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:32:27.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ontem as 3 maricotas sairam pra dancar, latas e copos surgiam em nossas maos...foi muito divertido!!!&lt;br /&gt;alma lavada e memoria afetada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931834799213340?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931834799213340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931834799213340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931834799213340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931834799213340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/ontem-as-3-maricotas-sairam-pra-dancar.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112931814677450040</id><published>2005-10-14T16:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T16:29:06.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;    F O D A - S E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112931814677450040?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112931814677450040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112931814677450040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931814677450040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112931814677450040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/f-o-d-s-e.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112903591075982573</id><published>2005-10-11T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T10:05:10.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>coisas que a gente vive e não entende: idiotas que nos interessam (cospe pra cima filha da puta), dedos machucados que nos fazem questionar: garotas podem fazer parte de clubes da luta?, nossas gatinhas que fogem mas que quando voltamos nos esperam na nossa cama, cachorros que são lobos, falta de pensamentos, e o mundo acabando e coisas que nos surpreendem, amigo bebendo cerveja e odiando trabalho, o amigo mais nerd que se pode ter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112903591075982573?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112903591075982573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112903591075982573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903591075982573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903591075982573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/coisas-que-gente-vive-e-no-entende.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112903535763859426</id><published>2005-10-11T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:55:57.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bons amigos percebem que vc está chateada pela sua voz no telefone, também prometem lembranças pelo seu 1 mês de vegan power, bons amigos tb prometem te visitar assim que terminarem de dizerem aos garotinhos para usarem camisinha, isso lá no acre, bons amigos podem ser gordos ou magros, mas são pessoas com que vc conversa e tudo fica bem....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112903535763859426?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112903535763859426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112903535763859426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903535763859426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903535763859426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/bons-amigos-percebem-que-vc-est.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112903514906998506</id><published>2005-10-11T09:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T09:52:29.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai eu vinha andando e alguém assoviava (?): ôôô seu moço do disco voador me leve com vc pra onde vc for...ôôô seu moço mas não me deixe aqui enquanto eu sei que tem tanta estrela por aí, enquanto eu sei que tem tanta estrela por aí......pois é...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112903514906998506?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112903514906998506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112903514906998506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903514906998506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112903514906998506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/10/ai-eu-vinha-andando-e-algum-assoviava.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112393883378593547</id><published>2005-08-13T10:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T10:13:53.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;a ana clara vai nascer segunda, minha mãe fica mais velha na terça, amigos envelhecem, outros morrem, o ciclo da vida a toda velocidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112393883378593547?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112368635973361477</id><published>2005-08-10T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:05:59.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;casos da vida real:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o garoto de 6 anos pergunta ao pai: -Pai o que é buceta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o pai atencioso calmamente responde: -Buceta é a amiga do pinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o garoto se dá por satisfeito e volta a brincar no quintal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112368635973361477?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112368635973361477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112368635973361477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112368635973361477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112368635973361477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/casos-da-vida-real-o-garoto-de-6-anos.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112351054522766701</id><published>2005-08-08T10:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:38:14.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SÓ PARA GAROTAS LEGAIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;uns muitos dias atrás eu e carol criamos acidentalmente uma terapia.&lt;br /&gt;como se sabe, garotas legais como nós por vezes caimos numa espécie de torpor e ficamos matutando sobre garotos e isso obviamente atrapalha nosso vida, nós gostamos de garotos, é uma sina, o que não gostamos é de perder nosso valioso tempo com pensamentos que não levam a lugar algum.&lt;br /&gt;nossa terapia acidental e funcional consiste em: saia com uma amiga com quem vc tenha afinidade, ai vcs pedem uma dose de pinga (uma para cada uma) sabor maça verde, comecem a beber e conversar animadamente, ai comecem a falar de rapazotes, fale o que for pertinente ao seu sentimento no momento: bem , mal, devaneios, lembranças, tudo que vc quiser, só não parem de falar de garotos, ai vcs pedem mais uma dose de pinga, dessa vez uma mais forte, peçam a mineira, continuem no bla bla bla e depois voltem pra casa, alegres, cambaleantes e contentes.&lt;br /&gt;chegando em casa passem mal e durmam, acordem podres.&lt;br /&gt;agora a terapia chegou ao fim, durante muito tempo quando vc começar com essas palhaçadas de garotenhos vc sentirá automaticamente um forte enjôo e o pensamento imbecil logo se dissipará, como mágica!&lt;br /&gt;depois dessa terapia o enjôo só acontece quando começam os pensamentos roubadores de tempo, pq ainda gostamos de garotos e adoramos ter terecotecos com eles, nisso não sentimos enjôo nenhum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112351054522766701?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112351054522766701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112351054522766701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112351054522766701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112351054522766701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/s-para-garotas-legais-uns-muitos-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112350953257562093</id><published>2005-08-08T10:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:39:30.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ontem passeamos, eu e daniel, e enquanto estávamos lá no tatatatata bloblobloblo, passou pela gente um cachorro, nunca vi um cachorro tão tão fino...o daniel que é inteligente disse que era aqueles dogs de corrida e eu disse que o próprio Deus deve ter dito (apontando o dedo pro bicho): TU CORRERÁS (ou algo assim)...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112350953257562093?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112350953257562093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112350953257562093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112350953257562093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112350953257562093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/ontem-passeamos-eu-e-daniel-e-enquanto.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112317400588326073</id><published>2005-08-04T13:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:41:23.750-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fato é : uma semana passa rápido demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112317400588326073?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112317400588326073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112317400588326073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317400588326073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317400588326073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/fato-uma-semana-passa-rpido-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112317374095173275</id><published>2005-08-04T13:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:42:20.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de todas as coisas fica um soco na cara e uma lágrima no coração, mas é isso ai, ele passou de fase e nós ainda temos vários segredos pra descobrir nessa fase aqui...menino esperto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112317374095173275?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112317374095173275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112317374095173275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317374095173275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317374095173275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/de-todas-as-coisas-fica-um-soco-na.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112317315831183335</id><published>2005-08-04T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T13:32:38.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A emocão é muita....mais 1 hora e finalmente o colar de contas estará terminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112317315831183335?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112317315831183335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112317315831183335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317315831183335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112317315831183335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/08/emoco-muita.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112230247897274748</id><published>2005-07-25T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:42:43.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;gigantesca&lt;/span&gt; vontade de doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112230247897274748?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112230247897274748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112230247897274748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230247897274748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230247897274748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112230208535255469</id><published>2005-07-25T11:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:43:29.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a vida tal como está me parece tão entediante...os dias parecem se repetir, tenho estado bem comigo, mas falta aquele Q a mais que sei lá da vontade de coisas...criação e espiritualidade, imagino que seja resposta... na verdade já me disseram isso, mas só agora parece fazer algum sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112230208535255469?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112230208535255469/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112230208535255469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230208535255469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230208535255469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/vida-tal-como-est-me-parece-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112230170989233033</id><published>2005-07-25T11:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:44:58.523-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;os dias dividem-se entre gélidos e calorosos e eu fico a mercê dos caprichos do senhor tempo e isso de modo algum me é incômodo, me incomoda sim o fato de primeiro dia de lua cheia, eu, ao olhar o céu onde esta reina acompanhada de nuvens tão lindas na noite, um ônibus estúpido passa e atrapalha toda minha comunhão com o mundo real, ou seja os caprichos do senhor tempo me são muito sedutores, quero ser regida por essa força e suas companheiras, mas todas essas luzes, ponteiros e sons, me afastam terrivelmente do que me traz verdadeira alegria de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112230170989233033?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112230170989233033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112230170989233033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230170989233033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112230170989233033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/os-dias-dividem-se-entre-glidos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112179015276720742</id><published>2005-07-19T13:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:47:37.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;e os dias continuam a passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112179015276720742?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112179015276720742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112179015276720742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112179015276720742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112179015276720742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/e-os-dias-continuam-passar.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112179006857537819</id><published>2005-07-19T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:48:28.616-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;então acabamos que bebemos, naquele dia, no outro e ontem tb, mas sempre brindando aos gatos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112179006857537819?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112179006857537819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112148504963085096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112148504963085096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/beber-ou-no-beber-eis-questo.html' title=''/><author><name>mãeiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18241876588089555358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RVR_eFVAWFk/Tjf-9WjmphI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i_DzApH-vOc/s220/solbike.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14461804.post-112128426549099546</id><published>2005-07-13T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T12:49:26.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;colar de contas naturais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredientes: .contas .&lt;br /&gt;fio de nylon ou silicone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;modo de fazer:&lt;br /&gt;.limpe as contas&lt;br /&gt;.coloque as contas no fio escolhido&lt;br /&gt;.dê um nó e usufrua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tempo de preparo: .1 dia, no meu caso já fazem uns 4 meses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112128426549099546?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112128426549099546/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112128426549099546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tão furioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14461804-112128470549754360?l=mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/feeds/112128470549754360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14461804&amp;postID=112128470549754360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112128470549754360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14461804/posts/default/112128470549754360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mulherbarriguda.blogspot.com/2005/07/tem-trs-dias-que-ouo-grade-to-furioso.html' 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