<?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-8568043367150906924</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:19:47.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda Morais</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandamorais1p.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8568043367150906924/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandamorais1p.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda Morais</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OXelwB38DwA/SbWm7Ak8uEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LqogrKJ2uXI/S220/amanda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8568043367150906924.post-3496372485729672487</id><published>2009-03-23T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:24:31.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!Viver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se a vida fosse um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Eu gostaria de jamais acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se a vida fosse uma canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gostaria jamais deixar de ouvi-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se a vida fosse uma flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gostaria que sua beleza e perfume não morressem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Se a vida fosse um desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;O desejo seria da eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mas a vida é um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sem sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sem canções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sem flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Sem desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A vida é o desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;De cada um de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Viver é sobreviver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Chegar até velhice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;É o mesmo que ganhar uma luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Onde o troféu é a história que se pode viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nada faz da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A certeza de um amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A vida é aprender que não se pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Esperar o amanhã,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pois o amanhã simplesmente é um mistério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;iver o presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;É ser sábio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Viver do passado e do amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;É acreditar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em ilusões concretas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8568043367150906924-3496372485729672487?l=amandamorais1p.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandamorais1p.blogspot.com/feeds/3496372485729672487/comments/default' title='Postar 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