<?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-20831818</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:15.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra-ta-tá</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114288610779020136</id><published>2006-03-20T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:08:53.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feliz 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/E013994.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/E013994.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E finalmente meu ano comecou:&lt;br /&gt;# Chutei o balde&lt;br /&gt;# Arrumei um emprego novo&lt;br /&gt;# Fiz uma tatoo - duas joaninhas, livres, voando. Meus tesouros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda, minhas resolucoes:&lt;br /&gt;# Colocar minhas financas em dia&lt;br /&gt;# Voltar a estudar&lt;br /&gt;# Dar o melhor de mim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114288610779020136?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114288610779020136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114288610779020136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114288610779020136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114288610779020136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/03/feliz-2006.html' title='feliz 2006!'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114201675676523264</id><published>2006-03-10T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:52:37.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pique Pique</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Hoje eu sinto que cresci bastante&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto que sou um gigante &lt;br /&gt;Do tamanho de um elefante&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje é meu aniversario&lt;br /&gt;E quando chega meu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto bem maior, bem maior&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu era antes."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniversario (Paulo Tatit/Zé Tatit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é. Mas foi. E foi justamente assim que me senti, bem maior do que eu era antes. Eu, que sempre fui muito ligada em datas como ritos de passagem, como momentos de festa, experimentei uma celebração diferente das quais eu conhecia. Uma celebração interior. Recebi chamegos e afagos de pessoas queridas e amadas. Mas o maior e mais festejado presente quem me deu foi a vida, sim, sempre ela. O dom de ser senhora de minhas escolhas, e nada mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114201675676523264?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114201675676523264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114201675676523264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114201675676523264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114201675676523264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/03/pique-pique.html' title='Pique Pique'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114082740704940116</id><published>2006-02-24T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T16:30:07.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A escolha de cada um</title><content type='html'>O baile de carnaval da escola foi um sucesso. E dentre tanta farra minha pequena descobriu o peso que é fazer escolhas diferentes das quais a sociedade padronizou. Chegou reclamando que algumas amigas comentaram que a fantasia escolhida era de menino,e buscou em meus olhos uma explicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu a abracei bem forte e disse que ela estava linda, não porque a fantasia era mais enfeitada ou melhor produzida, mas porque ela estava feliz por ter feito a escolha que fez. Disse ainda que a fantasia era sim de menino, mas que isso não a impedia de usá-la. Nesse momento me deu uma vontade grande de lhe dizer que eu sou a pessoa que irá apoiá-la em todas as decisões da vida, em quaisquer escolhas, mesmo as que me desagradem. Que meu papel é conduzi-la pela vida e tentar lhe abrir o leque de possibilidades, mas a decisao é somente dela, assim como as consequencias. Que ser diferente, se destacar dos padroes que a sociedade esta acostumada, não e facil, sempre existe o inquisidor, aquele que vai apontar o dedo, mas que a satisfação de ser voce mesma é o que vale a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao disse, apenas segurei suas maos e pedi para que fose brincar. Ela foi minha Menina Aranha feliz. E nesse momento entendi, que momentos para termos essa conversa não irão faltar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114082740704940116?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114082740704940116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114082740704940116&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114082740704940116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114082740704940116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/escolha-de-cada-um.html' title='A escolha de cada um'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114048211238530943</id><published>2006-02-20T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:35:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separadas no nascimento</title><content type='html'>Vi &lt;a href="http://www.eueosoutroseus.blogspot.com"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; e amei. Claro que fui &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;lá&lt;/a&gt; e descobri que euzinha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/thais%202809%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/thais%202809%20003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pareço em 66% com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirsten Dunst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ainda com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/images1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cate Blanchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e claro com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/images3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlize Theron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e essa (mas essa eu nao concordo nao ;-)!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/images4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan Sontag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voces, o que acham? Qual é minha irma gemea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114048211238530943?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114048211238530943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114048211238530943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114048211238530943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114048211238530943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/separadas-no-nascimento.html' title='Separadas no nascimento'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114047832796824724</id><published>2006-02-20T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:33:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupla dinamica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/fantasias%20-%20fev%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/400/fantasias%20-%20fev%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda que ruim, aqui está a prova!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114047832796824724?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114047832796824724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114047832796824724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114047832796824724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114047832796824724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/dupla-dinamica.html' title='Dupla dinamica'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-114046694749532112</id><published>2006-02-20T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T12:22:27.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tá tudo bem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/200258152-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/200258152-001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento de crise, descobri que sou feliz. Descobri que tudo que tenho de bom nessa vida é duradouro, é meu e ninguem leva. São meus tesouros, minhas preciosidades. Cuido deles com carinho, com zelo mas nunca havia despertado para essa verdade. É piegas o que vou dizer agora, eu sei, mas nada disso foi comprado com dinheiro. Tudo foi resultado de conquista, de pequenas batalhas, intimas batalhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resto, ganhar, perder, faz parte da vida. A gente conquista,reconquista e assim o ciclo vai se cumprindo. Mas a essencia tá ali, sempre, com você. E descobrir isso, especialmente nesse momento, me fez tão bem. Sabe como? Aquela quenturinha no coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por causa deles sigo em frente. Sem olhar para trás, porque dói demais. E não quero saber mais de dor. Porque dor deve durar apenas o suficiente e a minha ja passou da hora. Chega, acabou. E o caminho se mostra bom, e eu vou trilhá-lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-114046694749532112?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/114046694749532112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=114046694749532112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114046694749532112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/114046694749532112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/t-tudo-bem.html' title='Tá tudo bem.'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113994030368274344</id><published>2006-02-14T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:05:03.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se um buraco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/56585716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/320/56585716.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando definitivamente uma imagem vale mais do que mil palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo o que mais quero &lt;strong&gt;hoje&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113994030368274344?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113994030368274344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113994030368274344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113994030368274344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113994030368274344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/procura-se-um-buraco.html' title='Procura-se um buraco'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113984549445468750</id><published>2006-02-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T07:48:33.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho de Valsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/90106UACY_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/90106UACY_small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive um sonho bom. Podia não ser sonho, mas sim premonição. Não foi um sonho absurdo, é algo palpável, possivel de acontecer. Algo que tenho desejado muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que sonho que se sonha junto é realidade. Estejam comigo nesse sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao conto agora, mas quem sabe se acontecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113984549445468750?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113984549445468750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113984549445468750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113984549445468750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113984549445468750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/sonho-de-valsa.html' title='Sonho de Valsa'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113957856490267282</id><published>2006-02-10T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:36:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois lados da mesma moeda</title><content type='html'>Minhas duas filhas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luiza - Barbie bailarina, Branca de Neve, Bila Bilu, vestidos, rosa choque, rosa claro, rosa, rosa, rosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giovanna - Schrek, Homem Aranha, Gato de Botas, Corinthians, camisa do Corinthians, azul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113957856490267282?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113957856490267282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113957856490267282&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113957856490267282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113957856490267282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/dois-lados-da-mesma-moeda.html' title='Dois lados da mesma moeda'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113957812733377369</id><published>2006-02-10T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T05:28:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um dia sem você.</title><content type='html'>A sua falta me fez ver&lt;br /&gt;O que de mau a vida pode ter&lt;br /&gt;E a sua volta me dá mais&lt;br /&gt;De todo o mel que eu ousaria querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença me faz rir&lt;br /&gt;Dos dias feitos pra chover&lt;br /&gt;Nao há revolta pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;Nem há milagre pra não crer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinda que finda&lt;br /&gt;A tinta de pintar tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E deixo aos mistérios plenos de sentido&lt;br /&gt;A flor da vida toda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétala por pétala&lt;br /&gt;Que um tolo pode colher&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber que é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem que aumenta em mim&lt;br /&gt;O único que sou&lt;br /&gt;Que subtrai do que em mim passou&lt;br /&gt;É amor, vem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pétala por Pétala &lt;br /&gt;(Chico César / Vanessa Bumagny)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113957812733377369?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113957812733377369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113957812733377369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113957812733377369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113957812733377369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/mais-um-dia-sem-voc.html' title='Mais um dia sem você.'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113949021844974711</id><published>2006-02-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T05:05:30.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/E008185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/200/E008185.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então você se foi.&lt;br /&gt;Ja sinto saudades de ti, uma saudades que dói, me entorpece. A dor se encontra em seu momento mais pleno, meu corpo está vazio de você. Te procuro e você não está ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passa, o tempo cura. E a cada dia a dor cede espaço a outrem. Ao invés do vazio que sinto agora, sinto um alivio em saber que a lua que hoje me fará companhia, é a mesma lua que guarda teu sono. E que cada a lua, os dias longes de ti se findarão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você voltará, eu sei. E somente essa certeza guiará meus dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113949021844974711?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113949021844974711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113949021844974711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113949021844974711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113949021844974711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/meu-amor.html' title='Meu amor...'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113919413112051003</id><published>2006-02-05T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:48:51.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pra começar a semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/F1010028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/400/F1010028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um lindo raio de sol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113919413112051003?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113919413112051003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113919413112051003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113919413112051003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113919413112051003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/pra-comear-semana.html' title='Pra começar a semana'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113898741625641941</id><published>2006-02-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:23:36.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verão, 2006.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/320/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia especial, para nós duas. Porque sendo para você, é para mim também. Mais uma vida começa agora. Dentre tantos recomeços, há sempre um despertar. E seu destino desperta agora. Você vê? Eu vejo. Vejo o quanto a vida nos é generosa e retribue nosso suor, no seu tempo. Mas o que é o tempo perante toda essa glória?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saiba que estou aqui, que sempre estive e nunca vou deixar de estar. Nem que você queira, nem que você me peça. Não insista. Seu modo terno de ser dura está intrínseco em meu ser, e com ele sigo adiante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz, seja plena. Você pode e merece. O resto é essencia de vida e virá até você. Tenha certeza. Eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113898741625641941?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113898741625641941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113898741625641941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113898741625641941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113898741625641941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/vero-2006.html' title='Verão, 2006.'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113889783922801076</id><published>2006-02-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:34:24.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras e cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/320/images1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje presenteei minhas pequenas com livros do Ziraldo. "Rolim" e os "Dez dedinhos". Li e reli as historias, elas se encantaram e eu me re-encantei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem as presenteei com um estojo de maquiagem. Batom, brilho, sombra. Ficamos as três com as faces enrusbecidas e os labios cintilantes. Muitos risos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos presentes, envolventes e divertidos, cada qual com sua pretensão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente desejo que elas cresçam com todas as opções que a vida possa lhes oferecer. Que possam experimentar ser um pouco daquilo que tenham vontade. Intelectual ou perua, a mim nao importa o caminho, mas sim a chegada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113889783922801076?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113889783922801076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113889783922801076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113889783922801076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113889783922801076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/letras-e-cores.html' title='Letras e cores'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113889641160115621</id><published>2006-02-02T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T08:11:50.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1430/847/320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje enfeitei minha casa e minha alma. Gérberas rosas. Amor e paz. Carinho e ternura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113889641160115621?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113889641160115621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113889641160115621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113889641160115621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113889641160115621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/02/flower-power.html' title='Flower Power'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113871614605278886</id><published>2006-01-31T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:03:10.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quem sabe esperar o bem que deseja não toma a decisão de se desesperar se ele não chega"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Jean de La Bruyére&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espera é angustiante mas nesse tempo onde as horas se arrastam, o pensamento não pára. As idéias, as vontades, os sonhos têm tomado forma e timidamente têm se mostrado ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É engraçado, é banal, mas é a velha historia da lagarta que vira borboleta. Estou fechada no meu casulo. Com muito medo que essa casca frágil venha a se romper antes da hora, mas com muita certeza que quando o momento chegar, minhas asas baterão e enfim conquistarei a imensidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113871614605278886?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113871614605278886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113871614605278886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113871614605278886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113871614605278886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/01/mrs-butterfly.html' title='Mrs. Butterfly'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113715438009048532</id><published>2006-01-13T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T04:13:00.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>Que a vida seja feita de recomeços, a todo momento, a todo instante. Que sejamos novas pessoas, que tenhamos novos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não nos seja proibido mudar de idéia, de caminho, de amor, de casa, de trabalho, de gostos e desgostos e ainda, voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que não haja arrependimento, mas sim coragem. Que não haja medo, mas esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que tudo possa ser mutante, inclusive a vontade de mudar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113715438009048532?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113715438009048532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113715438009048532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113715438009048532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113715438009048532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/01/metamorfose.html' title='Metamorfose'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20831818.post-113700060052440131</id><published>2006-01-11T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T09:30:00.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco Zero</title><content type='html'>Fica aqui decretado que a partir desse momento, serei somente eu mesma. Com todas as dores e amores capazes de suportar essa viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sincera às minhas crenças e sonhos. Batalharei até o rompimento do ultimo fio. Sem máscaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo pra trás toda a sorte de medo, temor, angústia, ambição e me ofereço assim, desnuda, ao que está por vir. Que os bons ventos sejam realmente bons, e se não forem, não importa. Eu vou senti-los de qualquer maneira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20831818-113700060052440131?l=ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/feeds/113700060052440131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20831818&amp;postID=113700060052440131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113700060052440131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20831818/posts/default/113700060052440131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ra-ta-ta.blogspot.com/2006/01/marco-zero.html' title='Marco Zero'/><author><name>Tatá</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12970427859856148592</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
