<?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-2349560430233125025</id><updated>2012-02-11T13:01:42.395-08:00</updated><category term='Poemas e poesias'/><category term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category term='frases'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Músicas, poemas, poesias, pensamentos e reflexões</title><subtitle type='html'>Músicas, poemas, poesias, pensamentos e reflexões de Rafael Zucco.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-3212560999275618811</id><published>2011-12-28T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T06:48:40.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Pensamento sobre Sinceridade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEWFcaAgwCY/TvsrvA1bFiI/AAAAAAAAOj0/2CcdnbA-tso/s1600/silencio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEWFcaAgwCY/TvsrvA1bFiI/AAAAAAAAOj0/2CcdnbA-tso/s400/silencio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Não há na vida maior sinceridade do que o som do próprio silêncio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: right;"&gt;Rafael Zucco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-3212560999275618811?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/3212560999275618811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensamento-sobre-sinceridade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3212560999275618811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3212560999275618811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/12/pensamento-sobre-sinceridade.html' title='Pensamento sobre Sinceridade'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CEWFcaAgwCY/TvsrvA1bFiI/AAAAAAAAOj0/2CcdnbA-tso/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-2074998934154799851</id><published>2011-10-27T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:55:32.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Quem Ama não Inventa Desculpas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iw1bFg-8DM/Tqma2fpnO9I/AAAAAAAANXQ/TGIguriFq1w/s1600/juntos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iw1bFg-8DM/Tqma2fpnO9I/AAAAAAAANXQ/TGIguriFq1w/s320/juntos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Quem ama não inventa desculpas para não estar junto e sim motivos para ficar próximo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-2074998934154799851?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/2074998934154799851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/10/quem-ama-nao-inventa-desculpas-para-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2074998934154799851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2074998934154799851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/10/quem-ama-nao-inventa-desculpas-para-nao.html' title='Quem Ama não Inventa Desculpas....'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_Iw1bFg-8DM/Tqma2fpnO9I/AAAAAAAANXQ/TGIguriFq1w/s72-c/juntos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-3949281339467337306</id><published>2011-10-19T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:32:11.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Seja Você Mesmo | Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVm4nAVKPE0/Tp8UReIoggI/AAAAAAAANN0/qXVgfQQQoq8/s1600/seja-voc%25C3%25AA-mesmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVm4nAVKPE0/Tp8UReIoggI/AAAAAAAANN0/qXVgfQQQoq8/s320/seja-voc%25C3%25AA-mesmo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O jeito mais criativo de mostrar a alguém que a amamos é sendo nós mesmos, afinal, hoje em dia as pessoas vestem tantas máscaras e querem ser o que não são, que fica difícil saber com quem realmente estamos, quem nos ama aceita como somos, afinal você não pode ser ator o resto da vida".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rafael Zucco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMBEzK5fyn8/Tp8hzuXR98I/AAAAAAAANOU/bKGj5WCMHDc/s1600/m%25C3%25A1scaras.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FMBEzK5fyn8/Tp8hzuXR98I/AAAAAAAANOU/bKGj5WCMHDc/s400/m%25C3%25A1scaras.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-3949281339467337306?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/3949281339467337306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/10/seja-voce-mesmo-pensamento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3949281339467337306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3949281339467337306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/10/seja-voce-mesmo-pensamento.html' title='Seja Você Mesmo | Pensamento'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVm4nAVKPE0/Tp8UReIoggI/AAAAAAAANN0/qXVgfQQQoq8/s72-c/seja-voc%25C3%25AA-mesmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-4518282166428800311</id><published>2011-09-20T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:17:07.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Audácia x Medo- Que tipo de Pessoa Você é?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No Pain No Gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ycFkM9BJXc/Tni0vQ9CBtI/AAAAAAAAMzQ/fWtJiwxhFVg/s1600/no+pain%252C+no+gain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ycFkM9BJXc/Tni0vQ9CBtI/AAAAAAAAMzQ/fWtJiwxhFVg/s320/no+pain%252C+no+gain.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pessoas &lt;i&gt;medrosas&lt;/i&gt; costumam ter empregos fixos em áreas com alta demanda de profissionais, um relacionamento frio mas seguro e se dizem felizes por estar em uma zona de conforto, prefiro as pessoas &lt;i&gt;audaciosas&lt;/i&gt;, que não tem medo de arriscar, podem não ter um emprego fixo e nem saber quanto irão ganhar no fim do mês, mas fazem o que gostam, podem ter um relacionamento conturbado e com altos e baixos, mas é com a pessoa que realmente amam, pessoas&lt;i&gt; medrosas&lt;/i&gt; dizem que irão fazer muitas coisas e não fazem quase nenhuma, &lt;i&gt;audaciosos&lt;/i&gt; não falam muito, vão lá e fazem sem pensar muito ou se programar exageradamente, isso não quer dizer que não pensam sobre seus atos, pessoas &lt;i&gt;medrosas&lt;/i&gt; não entendem pessoas &lt;i&gt;audaciosas&lt;/i&gt;, elas costumam chama-los de "&lt;i&gt;malucos&lt;/i&gt;", enquanto os "&lt;i&gt;malucos&lt;/i&gt;" chamam os &lt;i&gt;medrosos&lt;/i&gt;........... para trabalhar para eles!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por Rafael Zucco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-4518282166428800311?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/4518282166428800311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/09/audacia-x-medo-que-tipo-de-pessoa-voce.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4518282166428800311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4518282166428800311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/09/audacia-x-medo-que-tipo-de-pessoa-voce.html' title='Audácia x Medo- Que tipo de Pessoa Você é?'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ycFkM9BJXc/Tni0vQ9CBtI/AAAAAAAAMzQ/fWtJiwxhFVg/s72-c/no+pain%252C+no+gain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-6003360673313613435</id><published>2011-09-10T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:17:22.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase Palmeiras- Promoção Fiat 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ut4f25NJNs/TmuMyDA3CjI/AAAAAAAAMqQ/Uwxa8FkpgXw/s1600/palmeiras-wallpapaer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ut4f25NJNs/TmuMyDA3CjI/AAAAAAAAMqQ/Uwxa8FkpgXw/s320/palmeiras-wallpapaer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;"O amor que torço para o Verdão é algo que desde que nasci carrego no coração, já troquei de endereço, profissão, namorada e religião, mais ainda não encontrei nenhuma palavra que possa descrever a emoção de ver o Palmeiras campeão, contigo estarei na primeira ou quarta divisão, pois tu és Alviverde minha verdadeira paixão!"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frase escrita dia 10/09/2011 para participar do Concurso Cultural Palmeiras-Fiat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.palmeiras.com.br/noticias/2011/09/09/18h18-id5576-concurso+cultural+oquetemove+35+anos+da+fiat+no+brasil.shtml" nofollow"="" rel=""&gt;http://www.palmeiras.com.br/noticias/2011/09/09/18h18-id5576-concurso+cultural+oquetemove+35+anos+da+fiat+no+brasil.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-6003360673313613435?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/6003360673313613435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-palmeiras-promocao-fiat-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6003360673313613435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6003360673313613435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-palmeiras-promocao-fiat-2011.html' title='Frase Palmeiras- Promoção Fiat 2011'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6ut4f25NJNs/TmuMyDA3CjI/AAAAAAAAMqQ/Uwxa8FkpgXw/s72-c/palmeiras-wallpapaer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-7945317875732770842</id><published>2011-07-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:06:35.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Não Saber dar Valor | Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmguMXVXJw/ThSV0S9YkTI/AAAAAAAALkI/yDUo_xv_PRI/s1600/dar+valor.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmguMXVXJw/ThSV0S9YkTI/AAAAAAAALkI/yDUo_xv_PRI/s320/dar+valor.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Existem Pessoas que não sabem dar valor e nem agradecer pelo que tem, só sabem reclamar, perdem tanto tempo reclamando que acabam perdendo o que tinham e ficam sem nada..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rafael Zucco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-7945317875732770842?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/7945317875732770842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-saber-dar-valor-frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/7945317875732770842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/7945317875732770842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-saber-dar-valor-frase-do-dia.html' title='Não Saber dar Valor | Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VOmguMXVXJw/ThSV0S9YkTI/AAAAAAAALkI/yDUo_xv_PRI/s72-c/dar+valor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-6062362522769647827</id><published>2011-06-19T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T10:07:23.783-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas são Verdadeiras....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4xtc5vi3w/Tf67vcZp7vI/AAAAAAAALbI/N0EwLFL9SkY/s1600/sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4xtc5vi3w/Tf67vcZp7vI/AAAAAAAALbI/N0EwLFL9SkY/s1600/sorriso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem sempre quando vemos alguém sorrindo essa pessoa está verdadeiramente feliz, assim como nem sempre que derrubamos uma lágrima estamos tristes, mas todas as lágrimas derrubadas são verdadeiras, sejam elas de alegria ou tristeza..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rafael Zucco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-6062362522769647827?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/6062362522769647827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/06/nem-sempre-quando-vemos-alguem-sorrindo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6062362522769647827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6062362522769647827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/06/nem-sempre-quando-vemos-alguem-sorrindo.html' title='Lágrimas são Verdadeiras....'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gq4xtc5vi3w/Tf67vcZp7vI/AAAAAAAALbI/N0EwLFL9SkY/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-3247991890301788583</id><published>2011-01-25T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T12:14:32.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase e Pensamento do Dia 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/TT876x5nbjI/AAAAAAAAKjw/mLYA5zIAvUI/s1600/olhos_vendados.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/TT876x5nbjI/AAAAAAAAKjw/mLYA5zIAvUI/s320/olhos_vendados.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pensamento do Dia:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Existem pessoas que se preocupam tanto em ganhar, ganhar, ganhar, que acabam se esquecendo de olhar o quanto já receberam sem dar nada em troca"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael Zucco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-3247991890301788583?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/3247991890301788583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/01/frase-e-pensamento-do-dia-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3247991890301788583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3247991890301788583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2011/01/frase-e-pensamento-do-dia-2011.html' title='Frase e Pensamento do Dia 2011'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/TT876x5nbjI/AAAAAAAAKjw/mLYA5zIAvUI/s72-c/olhos_vendados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-5743479492862313355</id><published>2009-07-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:46:36.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>A dor da Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SljAm28C7UI/AAAAAAAAFoc/LCyvFtQc6tY/s1600-h/sozinho11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SljAm28C7UI/AAAAAAAAFoc/LCyvFtQc6tY/s400/sozinho11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357243530572131650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dor da Solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo não passou de ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momentos de mentira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brigas sem motivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esforços em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi apenas uma Paixão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promessas esquecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sonhos destruidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coração Partido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não queria que acabasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensei que fosse eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas nada é para sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi chuva de verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora estou sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem ninguém no coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que me resta agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É curtir a solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); "&gt;&lt;div class="aut" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Rafael Zucco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="info" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; "&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 11/07/2009&lt;br /&gt;Código do texto: T1694026&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-5743479492862313355?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/5743479492862313355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/02/dor-da-solidao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5743479492862313355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5743479492862313355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/02/dor-da-solidao.html' title='A dor da Solidão'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SljAm28C7UI/AAAAAAAAFoc/LCyvFtQc6tY/s72-c/sozinho11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-1074038010162679704</id><published>2009-02-09T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:55:39.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Poemas e Poesias- Coração despedaçado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SZDBwt1jomI/AAAAAAAAB-k/k_7rcOBcu4g/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300949804097184354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SZDBwt1jomI/AAAAAAAAB-k/k_7rcOBcu4g/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração esta despedaçado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofro dormindo ou acordado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pior dor é não ser amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sofrer de amor é o maior pecado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo que meu amor não valeu um tostão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E agora estou fadado a solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somente as lembranças acalentam meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só espero não morrer na solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia você vai sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos beijos com outra você me ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farei o possível para te esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para um dia feliz poder viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-1074038010162679704?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/1074038010162679704/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/02/poemas-e-poesias-coracao-despedacado.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/1074038010162679704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/1074038010162679704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/02/poemas-e-poesias-coracao-despedacado.html' title='Poemas e Poesias- Coração despedaçado'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SZDBwt1jomI/AAAAAAAAB-k/k_7rcOBcu4g/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-5130493961943423980</id><published>2009-01-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:11:31.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Eterna busca pela felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SV-p-4TGNpI/AAAAAAAABec/mYiWKGaJzW8/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SV-p-4TGNpI/AAAAAAAABec/mYiWKGaJzW8/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287131385285719698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que o ser humano sempre esta em busca do impossível??&lt;div&gt;Por que quando conseguimos algo que almejamos tanto vem a sensação de que precisamos de outra coisa para preencher aquele desejo??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando uma pessoa almeja ficar rico e consegue, imediatamente vem o desejo de ficar mais e mais rico, quando conquistamos a pessoa amada e estamos seguros de que ela nos ama, sem querer buscamos outra pessoa para conquistar, por que a humanidade não se contenta com as coisas que Deus nos deu??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mortes, sofrimento, assassinatos e até mesmo guerras seriam evitadas se nos contentassemos com o que conseguimos, infelizmente é da natureza humana, ou podem chamar de evolução. Em partes esse desejo é bom, se nos contentassemos com a máquina de escrever nunca teriamos inventado o computador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pense bem no que você deseja, existem coisas que nunca devemos nos acomodar e sempre querer melhora-las, já outras se não nos contentarmos estaremos fadados a mergulhar em um eterno vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-5130493961943423980?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/5130493961943423980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/01/eterna-busca-pela-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5130493961943423980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5130493961943423980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/01/eterna-busca-pela-felicidade.html' title='Eterna busca pela felicidade'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SV-p-4TGNpI/AAAAAAAABec/mYiWKGaJzW8/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-9115335287010007938</id><published>2009-01-01T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:35:57.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frases - Feliz é o Homem....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVzUvpBJewI/AAAAAAAABds/Hsbht-3hqYY/s1600-h/dor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVzUvpBJewI/AAAAAAAABds/Hsbht-3hqYY/s320/dor.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286333977555729154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz é o homem que tem uma mulher que o ama de verdade, pois aquele que não tem esta fadado ao sofrimento cedo ou tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-9115335287010007938?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/9115335287010007938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/01/frases-feliz-o-homem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/9115335287010007938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/9115335287010007938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2009/01/frases-feliz-o-homem.html' title='Frases - Feliz é o Homem....'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVzUvpBJewI/AAAAAAAABds/Hsbht-3hqYY/s72-c/dor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-2200375046549458011</id><published>2008-12-22T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:22:09.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O que é o amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVBR-QdO0II/AAAAAAAABY4/5UrsTICfXBE/s1600-h/amor_ousadia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282812492916904066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVBR-QdO0II/AAAAAAAABY4/5UrsTICfXBE/s320/amor_ousadia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah o amor....&lt;br /&gt;Palavra tão fraseada e poetizada, pena que algumas pessoas se utilizam dela de forma tão banal, ou você nunca conheceu uma pessoa pela internet, ou uma balada e em poucos dias ou horas a pessoa lhe diz que te ama??&lt;br /&gt;Pior ainda é quando você esta realmente amando uma pessoa e ela solta isso no seu ouvido, lhe dizendo que vai passar a vida toda ao seu lado e por um motivo ou outro vocês nem se falam mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem pessoas que se perguntam o que é o amor????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você não sabe é por que ainda não sentiu a essência do verdadeiro amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundo o dicionário:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor (ô).&lt;/strong&gt; [Do lat. amore.] S. m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimento que predispõe alguém a desejar o bem de outrem, ou de alguma coisa: amor ao próximo; amor ao patrimônio artístico de sua terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimento de dedicação absoluta de um ser a outro ser ou a uma coisa; devoção extrema: "Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver" (Luís de Camões, Rimas, p. 135); "Vereis amor da pátria não movido / De prêmio vil, mas alto e quase eterno" (Id., Os Lusíadas, I, 10); amor a uma causa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimento de afeto ditado por laços de família: amor filial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Sentimento terno ou ardente de uma pessoa por outra, e que engloba tb. atração física: "Tenho frio e ardo em febre! / O amor me acalma e endouda, o amor me eleva e abate!" (Olavo Bilac, Poesias, p. 124); estar louco de amor; casamento de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; P. ext. Atração física e natural entre animais de sexos opostos: Os pombos arrulhavam de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Amor (4) passageiro e sem conseqüência; capricho: Seu amor à prima não passou de fogo de palha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Aventura amorosa; amores (3): Aquele amor foi a desgraça do casal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Adoração, veneração, culto: amor a Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; Afeição, amizade, carinho, simpatia, ternura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Inclinação ou apego profundo a algum valor ou a alguma coisa que proporcione prazer; entusiasmo, paixão: amor à verdade; amor à natureza; amor ao jogo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&lt;/strong&gt; Muito cuidado; zelo, carinho: O artesão trabalhava com amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&lt;/strong&gt; O objeto do amor (1 a 9). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&lt;/strong&gt; Mit. Cupido: "Não me parecia que Amor / pudesse tanto comigo / que donde entre por amigo / se levante por senhor." (Luís de Camões, Rimas, p. 69.) ~ V. amores. Amor à primeira vista. 1. Amor súbito, ao primeiro encontro. Amor carnal. 1. O que busca a satisfação sexual; amor físico. Amor físico. 1. Amor carnal. Amor livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não existe nenhuma definição fácil do que é o amor, apenas quem sentiu um verdadeiro sabe o que é, mesmo assim fica impossivel explica-lo, não existem fórmulas secretas para o amor, ele apenas acontece e pode nos arrasar ou nos fazer a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso o amor sempre será fraseado, poetizado, filmado e estudado e o pior de tudo é que nunca chegaremos a conclusão alguma, a não ser que estamos sempre em busca de um verdadeiro, um amor que não nos cause sofrimento e dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, não existem frases, fotos, filmes, estudos, livros ou alguém que vai lhe explicar o que é o amor, a única coisa que sabemos que amor verdadeiro pode até adormecer, mas nunca será apagado, não existem formas de se apagar o amor, você pode até tentar com outras pessoas, mas nunca será a mesma coisa e se por um acaso você achar que conseguiu.....Meus Parabéns, sinto lhe informar mas o que você sentia era apenas uma Paixão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paixão -&lt;/strong&gt; oriunda do latim, passionis, que significava “&lt;strong&gt;passividade&lt;/strong&gt;”, “&lt;strong&gt;sofrimento&lt;/strong&gt;”, a palavra que corriqueiramente é tida como o auge do amor e do êxtase, do fogo transcendente de alma e corpo, surgiu justamente no século XIII - quando os portugueses medievais a grafavam paixon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-2200375046549458011?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/2200375046549458011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-que-e-o-amor-pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2200375046549458011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2200375046549458011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-que-e-o-amor-pensamentos.html' title='O que é o amor?'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SVBR-QdO0II/AAAAAAAABY4/5UrsTICfXBE/s72-c/amor_ousadia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-5954132478519064175</id><published>2008-12-06T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:25:54.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>É acabou....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/STrtqffH4II/AAAAAAAABKE/QlofW31056Q/s1600-h/acabou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276791227680284802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/STrtqffH4II/AAAAAAAABKE/QlofW31056Q/s320/acabou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É Acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o meu sentimento não mudou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo contrário, aumentou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo deixar de te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por outro você me trocou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não soube dar o valor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem lhe deu tanto amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É acabou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o meu coração se quebrou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei o por que desse amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só sei que sigo a te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É acabou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega de tanto chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao dormir contigo sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E querer ao seu lado acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É acabou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sei o motivo ou razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra querer me tirar do seu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas espero um dia voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-5954132478519064175?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/5954132478519064175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-acabou.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5954132478519064175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/5954132478519064175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-acabou.html' title='É acabou....'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/STrtqffH4II/AAAAAAAABKE/QlofW31056Q/s72-c/acabou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-740807775562127316</id><published>2008-11-09T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T13:22:17.327-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Para que amar??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790377758430962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SRdl8aS8lvI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lADwR1vt5U4/s320/amor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recantodasletras.com.br/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que amar?&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que tudo vai passar&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos os dois a chorar&lt;br /&gt;E nunca chegaremos a nenhum lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor machuca e nos faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Nos mata sem morrer&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz cegos sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;Sem você o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos faz sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Até você decidir partir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você me fez cair&lt;br /&gt;Mas levantar vou conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor rima com dor&lt;br /&gt;Quando outro não da valor&lt;br /&gt;Foi apenas por um rumor&lt;br /&gt;Que perdi meu grande amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o amor seja uma grande ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Começa sempre com muito tesão&lt;br /&gt;O que não falta é paixão&lt;br /&gt;Para no final nos cortar o coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 10/11/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Código do texto: T1276315&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-740807775562127316?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/740807775562127316/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-que-amar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/740807775562127316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/740807775562127316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-que-amar.html' title='Para que amar??'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SRdl8aS8lvI/AAAAAAAAAyA/lADwR1vt5U4/s72-c/amor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-2360445831564436588</id><published>2008-10-23T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T15:20:47.914-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Edson &amp; Zucco - Enquanto você dormia</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_9NKmBcqK4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D_9NKmBcqK4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto você dormia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você dormia&lt;br /&gt;Levantei pra preparar o café&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você dormia&lt;br /&gt;Botei uma meia pra esquentar os seus pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto você dormia&lt;br /&gt;Ficava eu pensando no dia&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que se tornaria&lt;br /&gt;Somente minha mulher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje você acordou&lt;br /&gt;Mudou os planos e se quer me olhou&lt;br /&gt;Magoou o homem que daria&lt;br /&gt;A vida que tanto sonhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue suas coisas e vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça tudo aquilo que te prometi&lt;br /&gt;Vou em busca da minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje você acordou&lt;br /&gt;Mudou os planos e se quer me olhou&lt;br /&gt;Magoou o homem que daria&lt;br /&gt;A vida que tanto sonhou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue suas coisas e vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça tudo aquilo que te prometi&lt;br /&gt;Vou em busca da minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegue suas coisas e vá embora&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça que um dia eu te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Vou em busca da minha felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzuccoPublicado no Recanto das Letras em 16/08/2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Código do texto: T1131606&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-2360445831564436588?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/2360445831564436588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/edson-zucco-enquanto-voc-dormia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2360445831564436588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/2360445831564436588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/edson-zucco-enquanto-voc-dormia.html' title='Edson &amp; Zucco - Enquanto você dormia'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-3983161383203619816</id><published>2008-10-17T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:48:34.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Saudades da Infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPklJ9fRHAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AjxfsJVSXs8/s1600-h/Infancia+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258274892986522626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPklJ9fRHAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AjxfsJVSXs8/s320/Infancia+80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro de minha infância querida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mesmo que dinheiro não tinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uma folha de papel um avião fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamava a moça que ensinava de tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acreditava que super-herói existia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro de uma infância feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que muitas coisas erradas eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vivia a tirar coisas do nariz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chamar o colega de bobo era errado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acreditava que era pecado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro de uma infãncia sadia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o Pelé quando o gol eu fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na rolemã o Senna quando Vencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas com o tempo eu crescia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acreditava que um deles seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro de minha infância com carinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ficava feliz só com um carrinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas enjoei de ser pequenino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não via a hora de crescer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E acreditava que saudades não iria ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 17/10/2008Código do texto: T1234164&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-3983161383203619816?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/3983161383203619816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudades-da-infncia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3983161383203619816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/3983161383203619816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/saudades-da-infncia.html' title='Saudades da Infância'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPklJ9fRHAI/AAAAAAAAAcY/AjxfsJVSXs8/s72-c/Infancia+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-4588204734852653283</id><published>2008-10-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:57:02.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPjf8POxg1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/R0896ctyEYU/s1600-h/julgamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258198790928696146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPjf8POxg1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/R0896ctyEYU/s320/julgamento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Nunca julgue uma pessoa pela aparência, afinal nunca se sabe se ela fez uma plástica"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 17/10/2008Código do texto: T1233723&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-4588204734852653283?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/4588204734852653283/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4588204734852653283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4588204734852653283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia_17.html' title='Frase do dia'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SPjf8POxg1I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/R0896ctyEYU/s72-c/julgamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-7035430019047746585</id><published>2008-10-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:36:17.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos e Reflexões'/><title type='text'>Reflexão sobre a Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SO5c6YKdLgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sJTsEoVMBI8/s1600-h/amigos-121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255239973176421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SO5c6YKdLgI/AAAAAAAAAZs/sJTsEoVMBI8/s320/amigos-121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexta, 16 de Fevereiro de 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora são exatamente 3:05 da manhã, estava tentando dormir e algo me afligia então resolvi escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estava pensando nas pessoas que passam por nossa vida, pessoas essas que se dizem amigas......amigos???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei a triste conclusão de que amigos verdadeiros são nossos pais, que sempre estão ao nosso lado para apoiar, dar conselhos e criticar quando necessário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos vem e vão, tem aqueles que são amizades temporárias e quando você menos espera somem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem aqueles amigos que estão com você nas piores horas, pois é, mas esses também somem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem aqueles amigos de baladas que pintou uma boa festa eles estão sempre lá, mas bastou precisar para um problema e ops!!Sumiram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem os amigos da escola, são seus amigos enquanto você estuda, mas basta acabar as aulas e eles viram apenas boas lembranças....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem os amigos do serviço, mas bastou você ou ele ser demitido e eles também somem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É muito triste lembrar que um dia esse seu amigo ou amiga olhou em seus olhos e disse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Nossa amizade será eterna!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que as pessoas são assim????Eu realmente não sei, provavelmente eu também seja e você que esta lendo também é, basta refletir um pouco e mudar as atitudes, amigo que é amigo não desaparece e sempre esta ao nosso lado, estando ambos bem ou mal.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca se esqueçam que todos nós podemos mudar o mundo e um bom início para isso é a amizade!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 09/10/2008Código do texto: T1219827&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-7035430019047746585?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/7035430019047746585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/reflexo-sobre-amizade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/7035430019047746585'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-4335771967769905407</id><published>2008-10-08T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:28:11.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SO0zwGJkgoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v1R2fMhIrUM/s1600-h/alian%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254913241588728450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SO0zwGJkgoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v1R2fMhIrUM/s320/alian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; "Não existe trato, nada é combinado e não existe contrato quando se trata do amor".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-4335771967769905407?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/4335771967769905407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia_08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4335771967769905407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/4335771967769905407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia_08.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SO0zwGJkgoI/AAAAAAAAAZU/v1R2fMhIrUM/s72-c/alian%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-7481397144539782159</id><published>2008-10-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:30:17.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Menina-Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqtTp1drnI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fh_5uJsMbT0/s1600-h/menina-mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254202468440321650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqtTp1drnI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fh_5uJsMbT0/s320/menina-mulher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te conheci era uma menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que transformou-se em mulher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mulher que habitou meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sem motivo ou razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixou na solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noites mal dormidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promessas esquecidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respostas ou mentiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dor ou solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor fechas as portas do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não é o que pensei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é o que imaginei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E olha me esforcei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em te fazer feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora esta com outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz papel de bobo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passando por sufoco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ainda te amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração não é esperto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem tudo é tão certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como pode a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me deixar apaixonar por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não é o que pensei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é o que imaginei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E olha me esforcei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em te fazer feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 17/07/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Código do texto: T568691&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-7481397144539782159?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqtTp1drnI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Fh_5uJsMbT0/s72-c/menina-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-7975908749104688857</id><published>2008-10-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:21:45.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Tudo o que eu queria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqrUOC1SAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gjywv3DEz7w/s1600-h/esperando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254200279136815106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqrUOC1SAI/AAAAAAAAAYk/gjywv3DEz7w/s320/esperando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As vezes as pessoas dizem que não presto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É pena não me conhecerem bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas vivo a vida enquanto você não vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida é tão bela pra se viver sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temos que ter alguém pra dividir os momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os felizes e os tristes não importa pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero estar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu queria tudo que pedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era alguém pra me amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre eu pensei que fosse complicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão dificil de dizer que te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizer que te adoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que sou louco por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não adianta tentar fingir que não me vê&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não adianta tentar fingir que vai me esquecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que eu sei que você ainda gosta de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me ama e me quer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo sera que terei que esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quanto tempo esperar até você chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chegar e me tirar desse jogo que não tem regras nem amor(2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que eu queria tudo que pedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era alguém pra me amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre eu pensei que fosse complicado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão dificil de dizer que te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizer que te adoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que sou louco por você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 23/05/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Código do texto: T498443&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254195086457404002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqml9zlemI/AAAAAAAAAYc/86N2AdtBhJw/s320/lua+e+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lua sobe e o sol desce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu amor por você só cresce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria estar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a noite chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os sinos dobram e as horas não param&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O meu amor por você não passa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria estar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a noite chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria estar com você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a noite chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não não dá....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dá pra imaginar a minha vida sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo mais viver assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passo os dias te esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as noites não tem mais fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhos nos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boca na boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde você pode estar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não da....pra imaginar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;minha vida sem você não da...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não não dá....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não dá pra imaginar a minha vida sem você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo mais viver assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passo os dias te esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as noites não tem mais fim (2x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 23/05/2007Código do texto: T497635&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-832053660907175386?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOqml9zlemI/AAAAAAAAAYc/86N2AdtBhJw/s72-c/lua+e+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-5140186472642235528</id><published>2008-10-06T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T20:22:24.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOplg3vOkLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/r7yPvCWZVrc/s1600-h/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254123530673361074" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOplg3vOkLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/r7yPvCWZVrc/s320/arvore.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"As vezes a árvore que menos regamos é a que nos dá os melhores frutos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;rzucco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 06/10/2008Código do texto: T1214385&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-5140186472642235528?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOplg3vOkLI/AAAAAAAAAYU/r7yPvCWZVrc/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-6417245642276111023</id><published>2008-10-01T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:24:59.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>Frase do dia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOcXcinurI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Thiv15eMf0g/s1600-h/abandonado+e+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252213517056457394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOcXcinurI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Thiv15eMf0g/s320/abandonado+e+triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ame mas nunca dê tudo o que uma mulher precisa....Pois ela pode perceber que o que ela menos precisa é de você"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 01/10/2008Código do texto: T1205896&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-6417245642276111023?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/6417245642276111023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6417245642276111023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/6417245642276111023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia....'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOcXcinurI/AAAAAAAAAVE/Thiv15eMf0g/s72-c/abandonado+e+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-3298569163108537031</id><published>2008-10-01T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:02:21.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Eternamente Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252202947348835362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOSwNT8rCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SV_eiakCgQE/s320/amor+eterno.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Fossil encontrado na Italia de aproximadamente 10 mil anos e talvez a primeira demonstração de amor do homem moderno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você dormir&lt;br /&gt;Se não estiver com sono posso fingir&lt;br /&gt;Quando você acordar&lt;br /&gt;Serei o primeiro a te olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você cair&lt;br /&gt;Eu irei lhe levantar&lt;br /&gt;Na jornada da vida&lt;br /&gt;Estarei a lhe acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Serei quem enxuga suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Quando você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Tua alegria quero sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você dançar&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser o seu par&lt;br /&gt;E na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente beijar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se quiser&lt;br /&gt;Com você quero casar&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que partir&lt;br /&gt;Vou eternamente lhe amar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 31/07/2007Código do texto: T587010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-3298569163108537031?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/3298569163108537031/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOSwNT8rCI/AAAAAAAAAU8/SV_eiakCgQE/s72-c/amor+eterno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-384542706222009844</id><published>2008-10-01T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:02:41.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Quantas vezes eu tentei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOLsJcElLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qJcMADbExwE/s1600-h/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252195181008295090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOLsJcElLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qJcMADbExwE/s320/amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes eu tentei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ouvir a sua voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizendo pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só quero você amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quantas vezes eu tentei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazer você olhar pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enxergar o homem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que vai te fazer feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você não abriu os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não enxergou o amor em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora te esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou viver a minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou deixa-la me levar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conhecer outras pessoas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tentar me apaixonar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se um dia me quiser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto te decepcionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois hoje aprendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é o verdadeiro amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 19/10/2007Código do texto: T701473&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-384542706222009844?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/384542706222009844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/quantas-vezes-eu-tentei.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/384542706222009844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/384542706222009844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/10/quantas-vezes-eu-tentei.html' title='Quantas vezes eu tentei'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SOOLsJcElLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qJcMADbExwE/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-8966090525099430952</id><published>2008-09-21T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:02:58.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Como é o Amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SNZ9QtgmwaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4s2bDo88kBg/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248520141794623906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SNZ9QtgmwaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4s2bDo88kBg/s320/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como é o Amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Machuca sem deixar cicatrizes&lt;br /&gt;Nos mata sem matar&lt;br /&gt;O por que desse amar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como uma doença&lt;br /&gt;Doença sem remédio&lt;br /&gt;Pode nos deixar de cama&lt;br /&gt;A única cura é dizer que me ama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como um castigo&lt;br /&gt;Castigo sem perdão&lt;br /&gt;Pago minha pena&lt;br /&gt;Com dor no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é como um sacrilégio&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão profano&lt;br /&gt;Mas no amor não existe pecado&lt;br /&gt;Por isso te quero sempre ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 31/07/2007Código do texto: T587004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-8966090525099430952?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/feeds/8966090525099430952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-o-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/8966090525099430952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349560430233125025/posts/default/8966090525099430952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rafaelzucco.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-o-amor.html' title='Como é o Amor?'/><author><name>Rafael Zucco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15559559300571987144</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFD0uj34JRQ/ThTGeet3ZbI/AAAAAAAALkQ/R49oLQIVqEs/s220/zucco%2Bmini.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SNZ9QtgmwaI/AAAAAAAAAT0/4s2bDo88kBg/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349560430233125025.post-7679866926618628731</id><published>2008-09-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:04:05.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas e poesias'/><title type='text'>Por que te amo??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1dJFzROCwzY/SNUNLiqd-jI/AAAAAAAAARw/YNhtsdq6Mc8/s1600-h/zteamo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clipe - Meu em em voçê&lt;br /&gt;Victor e Léo&lt;br /&gt;Imagens- Rafael e Érica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="350" height="286" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5474904e88ccd036" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5474904e88ccd036%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B227F6BA25DC3A61297B035F40EB1666B6260F.62B62FC6152D57EEF56B1E04AAA70E66EC399823%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5474904e88ccd036%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvj3El7Q_jDP10b3vRhbysbSMg4s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="350" height="286" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5474904e88ccd036%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331472110%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45B227F6BA25DC3A61297B035F40EB1666B6260F.62B62FC6152D57EEF56B1E04AAA70E66EC399823%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5474904e88ccd036%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dvj3El7Q_jDP10b3vRhbysbSMg4s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me pergunta por que TE AMO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei lhe responder, sei que sinto uma enorme alegria quando estou ao seu lado e sinto não precisar de mais nada estando em seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que o mundo não é tão ruim quanto as pessoas nos fazem acreditar, sinto meu coração pulsar mais forte quando estamos a nos amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto aquele arrepio gostoso quando olho em seus olhos e digo:EU TE AMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto seu cheiro ao dormir e acordar e quando não esta comigo rezo a noite para poder contigo sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo quando briga comigo não deixo de te amar, TE AMO demais e tenho certeza absoluta que o sentimento não irá acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando duas pessoas se amam nada nem ninguém pode atrapalhar e sinto quem bem velhinhos juntos iremos ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te vejo chega me falta o ar mas com certeza deve ser por que o usei para rimar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas espere sobrou um para dizer que só você quero AMAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rzucco&lt;br /&gt;Publicado no Recanto das Letras em 24/07/2007Código do texto: T577576&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349560430233125025-7679866926618628731?l=rafaelzucco.blogspot.com' alt='' 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