<?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-7203784339974442171</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:39:57.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LuCy Scaranzzi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></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-7203784339974442171.post-7198404065731092071</id><published>2011-05-23T18:44:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T19:13:25.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLiqfnCgInc/TdrbIHuV44I/AAAAAAAAAE4/56uX2Y5KbY4/s1600/200206_1917710786443_1352195996_32163084_5526540_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLiqfnCgInc/TdrbIHuV44I/AAAAAAAAAE4/56uX2Y5KbY4/s320/200206_1917710786443_1352195996_32163084_5526540_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610037218402231170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day back in Brazil I was coming back from school, late at night, after a whole day of work and I heard this voice in my head, almost like someone was whispering in my ear, say GO AWAY, FIND YOUR HAPPINESS, and I realized that I was the happy person I wanted to be, That to find it I had to go to a different place, so in that same week, I started to research about exchange programs and I talked to many people that had done it and I decided thats was my chance. I was so busy with school and working and I had no time to do anything, last semester of college, under pressure, graduation, I was so overwhelmed  but I had to find time to figure this out. I somehow found an agency, did all the things they ask you do to, filled up the application, got my passport, in 4 months I had a family waiting for me in Connecticut, I payed the agency, I got in a bus that took 24 hours to another state to get the visa, ( 12 hours each way)  by myself, so scared, and excited at the same time, I was the LAST person to be interviewed by the embassy and the cranky guy looked at me and said : YOU ARE GOING TO AMERICA MISS LUCY, My eyes started to tearing, I couldn't believe it, I told him HOPE YOU HAVE A MERRY CHRISTMAS, Its was december 18th 2008, I walked out of the embassy and I look up to the sky and I said : GOD I PUT MY LIFE IN YOUR HANDS FOR NOW ON AND I TRUST YOU GOD. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;January 1st 2009 I was at the airport in tears saying good bye to my family and friends, That was the last time I saw them, I remember like was yesterday, I went to another state to stay 4 more days and hangout with my best friends and than on the 5th I was gonna get my plane to USA. On January 4th I got a email from the family from Connecticut  saying that they couldn't host me, so 1 DAY BEFORE I got in that plane ALL my plans, my excitement, my dream were gone. I CRYED , It was so scary, that same day I got a email from another family, Shelly Geary, she called me and she said that the agency told her that I was ready to go and she looked up my profile on the agency website and she saw my birthday JUNE 27TH 1987 and she said, OMG she was born in the same day I got married, and she said I HAD TO CALL YOU LUCY, would you be interested in come live with us in California? I was like YES !! I wasn't me saying It was my heart, I didn't know anything about her or her family or california. The next 3 weeks we emailed back and forth, I saw pictures and we exchange informations about everything, I got in the plane on january 24th and came here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They were amazing, the kids were so lovely and caring, I was so happy, It was hard not speak english but I found my way to communicate with them, Now it's been 2 years and 5 months I am living in California, I met the most amazing people, I became a completely different person, I saw a whole different world, where I felt like I fitted in perfectly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I believe in FATE, I believe that everything happens for a reason, the GOD do give you options and is up to you to make the right choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 23 years old, I found love, found life, found everything that could make someone feel alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy after all and I will never give up of my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-7198404065731092071?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7198404065731092071/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-day-back-in-brazil-i-was-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7198404065731092071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7198404065731092071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-day-back-in-brazil-i-was-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLiqfnCgInc/TdrbIHuV44I/AAAAAAAAAE4/56uX2Y5KbY4/s72-c/200206_1917710786443_1352195996_32163084_5526540_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-8499805755940679367</id><published>2011-01-03T23:28:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T18:40:57.957-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TSKHWQBpN8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hJZl1bOEoWI/s1600/uere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TSKHWQBpN8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hJZl1bOEoWI/s320/uere.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558153706457348034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all talk about it, our arguments, opinions, point of view, they are all different, Life is not just born, grows, reproduces and die like they taught us when we are 8 years old, they don't teach us that life is all you have, is all you expect, is all you live for pretty much !  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all here for the same reason, human being or animals we are all the same. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiences make our lives, people make our memories, places give us an identity, we seek for love, care, attention, space, reasons to be alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can tell you what's right or wrong because is what you see around you that makes your environment, is what you think is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world is too big, complex and impossible to comprehend, all I know is that life is amazing and you should make it unforgettable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't complain, don't criticize, don't lie, just do something good to someone, or even to yourself, Give yourself the opportunity to learn something good and new, something that is gonna give you the chance to be better in all kinds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE, LIVE, LEARN !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you don't cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can be denied"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-8499805755940679367?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/8499805755940679367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/8499805755940679367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/8499805755940679367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2011/01/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TSKHWQBpN8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/hJZl1bOEoWI/s72-c/uere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-6527779354555315390</id><published>2010-11-23T02:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T02:52:28.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOtS1m9z7pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mH9y45SzNCE/s1600/0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOtS1m9z7pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mH9y45SzNCE/s320/0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542614847355874962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weeks its been so hard for me, I have loose so much of all this magic that surround me, they were all fake, they don't exist maybe, they were just surreal ! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOtSD2Ss0VI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uJcDXrUV920/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believed that It could  be true, I thought I had found the sparkling of happiness deep in my eyes, but I found also that It was only there for a certain amount of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same time that kills me, is the time that make me wanna live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The same time that teaches me, is the time that call me dumb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after all, I still have something that I won't never loose, My honesty ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will always do my best to be happy, to never regret anything I've done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The "he" that made me happy, is the "he" that took my happiness away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-6527779354555315390?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6527779354555315390/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-past-weeks-its-been-so-hard-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6527779354555315390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6527779354555315390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-past-weeks-its-been-so-hard-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOtS1m9z7pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mH9y45SzNCE/s72-c/0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-2140465263395163034</id><published>2010-11-18T23:04:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T23:19:54.324-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOXbQD5iRiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JMKQ3lQyilc/s1600/Untitled-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOXbQD5iRiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JMKQ3lQyilc/s320/Untitled-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541075985520281122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember when All I cared about was playing time lol &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a imaginary world where everything was possible, Where I could be a princess, or even a butterfly, when I would wear my favorites red sunglasses and go out to play feeling the coolest person ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Childhood still on me, I am Lucy now because I was Luciene before, I am strong now, because I was fragile before, I love my life now because I was born in that specific amazing family that make sure that values are more important than anything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't complain of anything, I was and I still  happy little girl. Every day is a new begin, I don't want to waste it, because tomorrow will be too late to regret  or too early to decide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a eternal search where the only certain you can really know, is that, only the death can stop you from getting what you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-2140465263395163034?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/2140465263395163034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-remember-when-all-i-cared-about-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/2140465263395163034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/2140465263395163034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-remember-when-all-i-cared-about-was.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOXbQD5iRiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JMKQ3lQyilc/s72-c/Untitled-8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-4234000022113482607</id><published>2010-11-18T01:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:43:23.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOSuDdHb26I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XnMtYXN20VQ/s1600/lgpp31576%252Bafghan-girl-haunting-eyes-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOSuDdHb26I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XnMtYXN20VQ/s320/lgpp31576%252Bafghan-girl-haunting-eyes-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540744815951207330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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&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&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&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&gt;Happiness, its just outside of my window &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness I need to let it in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness feels like is closer than It looks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness I wish you could see me, standing right by your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness I will give you a second chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness don't let me go !&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/7203784339974442171-4234000022113482607?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4234000022113482607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/happiness-its-just-outside-of-my-window.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4234000022113482607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4234000022113482607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/happiness-its-just-outside-of-my-window.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOSuDdHb26I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XnMtYXN20VQ/s72-c/lgpp31576%252Bafghan-girl-haunting-eyes-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-1691293140778528393</id><published>2010-11-17T12:39:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:43:39.439-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOP4FP4-34I/AAAAAAAAAEA/d45rSg89ijM/s1600/232323232%257Ffp-%253B4-nu%253D63-3-664-259-WSNRCG%253D33%253B4733746335nu0mrj.jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOP4FP4-34I/AAAAAAAAAEA/d45rSg89ijM/s320/232323232%257Ffp-%253B4-nu%253D63-3-664-259-WSNRCG%253D33%253B4733746335nu0mrj.jpg.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540544735644409730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep, I woke up crying , dreaming about us. Its so much to say and not enough words to describe, all I know is that Is never too late to start again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-1691293140778528393?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/1691293140778528393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-couldnt-sleep-i-woke-up-crying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/1691293140778528393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/1691293140778528393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-couldnt-sleep-i-woke-up-crying.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOP4FP4-34I/AAAAAAAAAEA/d45rSg89ijM/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp-%253B4-nu%253D63-3-664-259-WSNRCG%253D33%253B4733746335nu0mrj.jpg.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-5970192816070007592</id><published>2010-11-16T02:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T03:11:42.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIbHi5hQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/HlbxWVHCZ1Y/s1600/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIbHi5hQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/HlbxWVHCZ1Y/s320/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540020308060225714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't done this is so long, I never ever wrote here in english, but tonight It will be the first time, but not the last.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned that as much as I learn as less as I know. The obstacles , the freedom, the feelings, the pain, the loss, the fear, the extremely happiness, the faith, the courage, the ambitious, the goal ... those are the ones that I had spent time with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me the decision of staying here and starting things on my own was for sure a hard choice, but is such a right one, It make me believe that is up to me decide where I wanna be and why, and realize that I have the power to change my life, independent of anyone is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People come and go, it will always be like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am trying to keep them around as much as I can, after all they are part of the person I became, They are part of me, of my memories, of my days ... It can't be forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote a poem :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The intense moments go unnoticed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything seems like a utopia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything reminds the Good, the great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The people come and go ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appear consistent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiences and creations that no one can ever explain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ability to usurp ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i so confusing and logic prevails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It hurts without hurt !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to feel the smile of that one day ... the wind, the music, the smell of the sea, the sun, the day ! Be cold.. Why am I looking for virtue ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7203784339974442171-5970192816070007592?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5970192816070007592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-havent-done-this-is-so-long-i-never.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/5970192816070007592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/5970192816070007592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-havent-done-this-is-so-long-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIbHi5hQLI/AAAAAAAAADY/HlbxWVHCZ1Y/s72-c/IMG_5684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-6784410412402339338</id><published>2008-12-28T01:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:15:15.554-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOMENTOS....&lt;br /&gt;AS COISAS ME PARECEM CONFUSAS QUANDO TUDO ESTÁ TÃO CLARO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos intensos passam despercebidos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece utopia&lt;br /&gt;Tudo lembra o Bem,O Bom&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas Entram e Saem...&lt;br /&gt;Aparecem com sintonia&lt;br /&gt;Vivencias e criações que ninguem saberá explicar&lt;br /&gt;Capacidade de usurpar...&lt;br /&gt;E assim prevaleço confundindo o lógico&lt;br /&gt;Dói sem Doer !&lt;br /&gt;Queria sentir o sorriso novamente desse dia ... o vento, a musica, o cheiro do mar, o Sol, o DIA !SER FRIA .. PQ EU PROCURO VIRTUDE ??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By LuCy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sb10069210e-001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/sb10069210e-001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-6784410412402339338?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6784410412402339338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/12/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6784410412402339338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6784410412402339338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/12/momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-4462688644089398767</id><published>2008-10-06T12:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T13:30:55.487-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ELEIÇOES FURADAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ridiculo isso tudo que se passou nesses ultimos meses, me faz até lembrar da velha politica do pao e circo criada pelos Romanos e que previa o provimento de comida e diversão em detrimento da liberdade, com o objetivo de diminuir ou acabar com os conflitos entre a sociedade e o estado, teoricamente, na verdade esta era a forma mais adequada de "enganar"o povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, parece que funciona de forma parecida, O estado oferece Bolsas assistenciais a classe menos favorecida e shows na orla de graça, gastando uma quantidade absurda de dinheiro, afim de ganhar o "gosto "do povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governo esquerdista do presidente Lula, pode-se caracterizar por utilizar de uma política econômica, de corte neoliberal, que beneficia os detentores do capital; e um programa de políticas assistenciais que beneficia os mais pobres (principalmente o chamado “Bolsa Família”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O engraçado nessa historia é que se você olhar nas estatísticas sociais do Brasil é possivel enxergar que, os programas assistenciais do governo Lula estão longe de resolver as questões mais básicas como : desigualdade social, desemprego, educação, habitação, saúde, transportes, violência, etc. Com base nestes critérios, o país vive, ainda, uma profunda crise social. A classe média, no momento, é a que está menos satisfeita com o governo de Lula e isso se reproduz na imprensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O governo da Prefeita Luizina Lins é uma cópia disso, ela entrou com o slogan - FORTALEZA BELA... fez umas reformas, umas praças, passou asfalto em algumas avenidas e ruas, mas a saude publica a moradia, a educaçao, a segurança continuam um caos, e é isso aí, serao mais quatro anos de mau aproveitamento do dinheiro publico, de investimentos desnecessarios e quem sofre pela escolha feita por populaçao mau informada, ignorante, e sem pespectiva é a cidade toda, inclusive nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a caminhada é longa, eu vejo que a nova geraçao já consegue enxergar melhor a realidade e quem sabe daqui há alguns anos as coisas possam melhorar !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-4462688644089398767?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4462688644089398767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/eleioes-furadas-que-ridiculo-isso-tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4462688644089398767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4462688644089398767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/10/eleioes-furadas-que-ridiculo-isso-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-5803908397700268838</id><published>2008-09-18T13:00:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:37:04.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;SOMOS ASSIM !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;current=fun.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/fun.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWW coisa boa é acordar de manha e ver que tudo tá aparentemente igual mais ao mesmo tempo diferente, e perceber que é mais um dia que você viveu, e aprendeu e sofreu ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu durmo chorando e acordo sorrindo, é mais um dia que a vida me deu, que Deus me deu, e amanha é muito longe, tudo pode acontecer agora, ou daqui a pouquinho, e será que eu sou FELIZ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que sou FELIZ, eu posso chorar e reclamar e odiar chegar em casa e nao ver as coisas como eu gostaria que estivessem, mas eu ainda sou feliz, porque ser feliz é conseguir sorrir mesmo depois de tantos problemas e chateaçoes e até mesmo de enganaçoes...&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade nao é fiel, como ninguem , ela tambem engana, mas a gente aprende a conviver, porque certas coisas nesse mundo sao imutaveis e isso é uma delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;current=cry.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/cry.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que se quer é a maior prova de que existe a felicidade, a liberdade anda entralaçada nela, e assim vamos levando a vida, errando e rindo das coisas que fizemos, das loucuras que experimentamos, dar gargalhadas das bobagens que dissemos quando estavamos anestesiados sob o efeito maluco que o alcool nos causa, e a coragem que é o ingrediente principal dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUER SABER ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou é viver e esquecer que existem outras pessoas que fazem o mesmo e ainda nos criticam perante a sociedade hipocrita que vivemos onde &lt;em&gt;NINGUEM É DE NINGUEM...&lt;/em&gt; onde nascemos só e morremos só ... e assim vai ser pra sempre , afinal, se fossemos dependentes uns dos outros, a solidariedade seria só uma definiçao e nao um motivo de orgulho pra todos , um conselho divino !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, hoje os pensamentos estavam soltos na minha mente e eu tentei me expressar , espero que tenha sido clara e conveniente !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELES NOS ENSINARAM TUDO ERRADO.. O CERTO É O QUE TÁ DENTRO DE VOCÊ, POR ISSO SOMOS TAO INDISCUTIVEIS E UNICOS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo vcs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEJAM SEMPRE VOCÊS E NUNCA QUEM ELES QUEREM QUE SEJAMOS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;current=hs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/hs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-5803908397700268838?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=c5NbxBlUhbE' title=''/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=c5NbxBlUhbE' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/5803908397700268838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/somos-assim-oww-coisa-boa-acordar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/5803908397700268838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/5803908397700268838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/somos-assim-oww-coisa-boa-acordar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-4969201444667901329</id><published>2008-09-16T10:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:07:10.028-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Qual será o próximo desafio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;amp;current=desafio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="desafio" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/desafio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Qual será o próximo desafio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Essa pergunta ás vezes se torna presente na vida da gente, tal como, sei lá, o trabalho por exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;Há algum tempo atrás eu tinha medo do que me esperava no futuro, e isso me atrapalhava no presente, pois a minha preocupação com o futuro me impedia de viver o presente, e é o presente que constrói o futuro, os desafios são só as provas que medem nosso nível de vontade e determinação e ensinam que ás vezes é preciso ser melhor, é preciso se superar e na maioria das vezes arriscar ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que eu mudei a minha vida, que eu entendi melhor as coisas e senti a luz do dia entrando em mim de uma forma diferente, foi assim que eu comecei a arriscar, afinal, quando você atravessa uma rua você se arrisca, quando você troca uma lâmpada você se arrisca, quando você faz um filho você arrisca, quando ele nasce você arrisca. A vida é correr riscos, e mais que isso, aprender e sempre tirar algo bom dos erros, dos vacilos!&lt;br /&gt;Se a luz do dia nao corresse o risco de entrar na terra, não existiria vida aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, se de coração você sentir vontade de fazer alguma coisa, de ir há algum lugar, de dizer algo a alguém, O faça , por que amanha você vai correr o risco de se arrepender e impedir de ser feliz, ou de aprender algo único !&lt;br /&gt;Bjus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-4969201444667901329?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/4969201444667901329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/qual-ser-o-prximo-desafio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4969201444667901329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/4969201444667901329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/qual-ser-o-prximo-desafio.html' title='Qual será o próximo desafio?'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-6922449322358981625</id><published>2008-09-15T15:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:58:10.772-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sabe explicar o que há ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;amp;current=loshermanos2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/loshermanos2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ultimamente eu ando contestando certas coisas, simplesmente tentando achar um entendimento racional pra elas, os pensamentos voam na imensidão do meu imaginário e eu me questiono sobre certas coisas que a maioria de nós esquece de lembrar, ou até mesmo se acostuma e vive com ela ali do lado, dorme com ela, acorda com ela, casa com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Por que a gente só quer ser feliz e estar acompanhado de pessoas que nos façam felizes, que nos deixem sermos que realmente somos e nos sintam completas assim desse jeito único e não quantitativo. Eu vejo que os sentimentos andam censurados, os homens confusos, com atitudes pré-históricas, as mulheres perdidas, tentando justificar as atitudes deles, que em parte é culpa delas também, não se vê mais respeito tá tudo um pouco desvalorizado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem disse que é fácil decifrar o ser humano e seus paralelos?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca foi nem nunca vai ser, porque Deus não foi nos fez para sermos entendidos, assim como ele também não precisa ser entendido, somente amado, cuidado, respeito, assim como nós. Mas a realidade é outra, o amor não flora mais como antes, o verão não tem o mesmo sol e o mesmo céu, esse momento de transição, nos impõem a transgredir para quem sabe mudarmos um dia pra melhor!&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça não para de funcionar e quanto mais eu penso, mais surgem pensamentos, é como se eles se reproduzissem, como fazem nossos espíritos quando reencarnamos, eles dividem! Enquanto eu não consigo sentir o amor recíproco, eu vou vivendo a vida e reproduzindo momentos bons a cada dia, pra que cresça mais esperança e eu colha mais amor no futuro, vou cuidar dos meus sentimentos e ajudar aos outros a cuidarem dos deles, sendo quem eu sou, e fazendo todo mundo rir como eu sempre fiz.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não esta em tudo, mais pode estar em todos, e isso depende de quem quer conhece-la.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem todos entendam o que eu escrevi aqui, mas espero que ajude a abrir mais o horizonte da mente pras coisas do amor, pra que se possa confiar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto baseado no assunto mais falado desse fim de semana passado...&lt;br /&gt;Flecheiras .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-6922449322358981625?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/6922449322358981625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/quem-sabe-explicar-o-que-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6922449322358981625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/6922449322358981625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/09/quem-sabe-explicar-o-que-h.html' title='Quem sabe explicar o que há ?!'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-7669362258252662615</id><published>2008-04-24T08:32:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:39:45.467-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SOZINHO ! A SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Estar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;essa realidade deve amendrontar as pessoas, deve até confundir-las, porque o natural do ser humano é estar sempre rodeado, é viver em sociedade .&lt;br /&gt;Estar sozinho pra mim é aquele sentimento de falta, geralmente relacionado a outras pessoas, seja familia, relacionamentos, amigos. A maneira que lidamos com as pessoas está relacionada a solidão, ás vezes o jeito de falar, de pensar e agir, afasta as pessoas de um determinado grupo ou pessoa especifica, que talvez não concorde com seu jeito de ser, porém, por outro lado, certamente terão aqueles que se indetificarão com tudo, e dessa forma podem interagir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;amp;current=solidao-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/solidao-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;É dificil falar de solidão, pois isso implica em falar de sentimento, emoção, é disso é feito o HOMEM, as verdades e as ilusões que existem no meio, ajuda a motivar o estar só !&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que de tudo podemos tirar proveito, inclusive disto. Esse tempo auxilia e se conhecer mais, saber o que realmente pode te aflingir e o que vai te fazer feliz, é uma fase de busca e auto-conhecimento fundamental e determinante, todos terão que encarar isso alguma vez na vida, e isso parte daquele velho ditado " A MALES QUE VEM PARA O BEM", encarar isso desta forma já é um passo a frente, ao contrario das pessoas que se fecham mais ainda, e afundam em um mundo surreal, depressivo, cheio de medos e frustações, que só fazem regredir mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão é uma pespectiva, que depende do ângulo que você a enxerga e como reagi a isso. É interessante ver isso de uma boa pespectiva, tirando proveito e tentando aprender, ninguem vive só a vida toda, nem morre por isso, a não ser que queira, o ser humano pode tudo e quando QUER torna realidade, seja boa ou ruim a consequência !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" A VIDA É UMA BUSCA INFINITA QUE TORNA NOSSA ALMA MAIOR , O QUE ADIANTA ESTÁ RODEADO DE PESSOAS E SE SENTIR SÓ ? O QUE ADIANTA ESTÁ SÓ E SE SENTIR FELIZ ? NADA É POR ACASO E O ACASO É SEU ! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços a todos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-7669362258252662615?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7669362258252662615/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/04/sozinho-solido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7669362258252662615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7669362258252662615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/04/sozinho-solido.html' title='SOZINHO ! A SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-7791189076847283725</id><published>2008-04-23T14:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:38:26.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>É PRECISO SABER VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/SA9vYcnuB7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-fPMf57Cao/s1600-h/lu1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192491361171802034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/SA9vYcnuB7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-fPMf57Cao/s320/lu1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Quem espera que a vida, seja feita de razão, pode até ficar maluco, ou morrer na solidão, é preciso ter coragem pra mais tarde não sofrer, É PRECISO SABER VIVER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu considero a letra dessa música, uma verdade em sua completa totalidade ...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas cometem o erro de acreditar que podem ter razão, mas O QUE É A RAZÃO ? A razão é uma forma de interagir e entender as coisas, é algo pessoal, e nasce de valores, do meio em que vive, e daquilo que se acredita. O que é RAZÃO pra mim pode não ser PRA VOCÊ. É simples,&lt;br /&gt;a verdade é que a gente não sabe encarar isso, e sempre acabamos por julgar as pessoas de forma antecipada e desnecessária, podemos JULGAR A TOTALIDADE , mas não podemos julgar um acontecimento isolado. Nós como seres humanos, temos que aprender a conviver, e a seguir um ritmo natural, mais dentro do patamar da ordem social, afinal, tudo precisa ser delimitado até certo ponto para poder seguir um fluxo natural e saudável das coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu tô tentando aprender isso, eu venho lidando com todo tipo de gente, que por sua vez são resultado de uma sociedade consumista e totalitária, cheia de medos e anceios, mas que possuem pureza, eu me considero um pouco assim tambem, afinal, o meio influência em quase todas as nossas decisões, e na forma de pensar e agir como um todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politicamente correta ? Não existe isso pra mim, somos feitos de decisões, erros e acertos, mas o habito traz beneficios e nos ajudam e sermos menos piores se é que isso existe ! É ISSO... pra Mim pontos assim é que definem COMO SABER VIVER !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos a todos !!&lt;br /&gt;LuCy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-7791189076847283725?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/7791189076847283725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/04/preciso-saber-viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7791189076847283725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/7791189076847283725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2008/04/preciso-saber-viver.html' title='É PRECISO SABER VIVER'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/SA9vYcnuB7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/V-fPMf57Cao/s72-c/lu1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-8474810606750864892</id><published>2007-06-17T14:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:38:45.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que seremos ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que seremos ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qual profissão seguir? Aonde ir? O que fazer ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nossa, essa pergunta atormenta tantas pessoas, inclusive eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegamos em uma fase da vida que essa pergunta se impõe em nossas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;decisões de forma que consegue nos deixar em muitas vezes mais confusos e perdidos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e enchem nossas cabeças de perguntas e medos, aquela sensação de que o nosso futuro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;só depende de nós mesmo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade é que o medo do fracasso, a pressão da sociedade, e a vontade de ser algo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toma muito tempo da nossa vida e isso não deve ser assim de fato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu tento colocar as coisas da seguinte forma, pensar é a coisa mais útil a se fazer nessa situação,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sem esqueçer que a vida vai além disso tudo, é fundamental que tenhamos metas e objetivos, porque isso é a forma mais inteligente de se chegar há algum lugar, porém nem sempre pensamos direito afinal estamos confusos, ainda somos novos pra ter tantas certezas, pra definir algo que se prolongara pela vida toda, o TEMPO é que se encarrega de mostrar isos pra gente, nem que tenhamos que fazer um pouco de tudo, um dia teremos a certeza de que o ideal é aquilo que nos faz bem, que nos motiva e faz sentir satisfação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quebrar a cabeça é a coisa mais inutil a se fazer, buscar informações, experimentar, tentar entrar naquela realidade ajuda muito porque são formas certas de tentar entender como aquilo que você quer fazer funciona, e assim as coisas fluem. A vida nos prega peças e nos coloca diante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;das experiências, pra que possamos assimilar o que nos agrada de fato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existem pessoas que já nascem com certezas , quero ser piloto de avião, quero ser medica, quero ser empresária... mas tem pessoas que simplismente não são assim, e isso é completamente normal !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Portanto ... relaxem porque a vida e seus esforços traram as respostas, e nunca é tarde pra conseguir acha-las !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos estamos aqui com um objetivo... a resposta tá dentro de nós !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grande beijo !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;O quão importante isso é na vida de qualquer um de nós !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Amigos, são dádivas porque o carinho que sentimos por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;eles independe de qualquer fator, afinal aceitamos do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;jeito que são, sem tirar nem pôr, e muitas vezes essas diferenças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;equilibram tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Amigo não é só chamar de amigo... precisa ser cultivado em momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;em ocasiões, na felicidade, diversão, na tristeza, nas fases ruins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;os amigos são cultivados nos momentos, no passar da vida !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Eu costumo dizer que eles são a familia que podemos escolher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;que são como partes que faltam na gente e tornam a vida muito mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;adorável. Eu posso ter os problemas que for, mas tenho amigos que suprem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;tudo, todos meus defeitos, minhas qualidades, são essênciais na minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;e parte do meu aprendizado vem deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Acho que com vocês tambem é assim, afinal amizade é isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;A questão é, valorizem eles, porque um relação sincera e verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;dura mais do que a vida aqui, dura pra sempre, e isso ninguem muda nem tira da gente !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Amizade é :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Viajar, beber todas, rir, chorar, pedir conselhos, pular no rio, surfar juntos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;cair juntos, disfrutar, brigar, aceitar, cantar, ter historias, fazer loucuras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;não ter vergonha, falar bobagens, apoiar, estar do lado, ás vezes longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;momentos, lugares, musicas, recordações, boas lembranças, parte da familia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;vida, faculdade, namoros, separações, fases, crises, festas, quarto de hotel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;fotos no avião, diversão sempre !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Parte da nossa vida, história, parte de nós !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Amigas e amigos .... amo muito vocês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/amizade.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-617429286549792600?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/617429286549792600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2007/06/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/617429286549792600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/617429286549792600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2007/06/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-5118760300515977353</id><published>2007-06-12T22:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:33:59.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amor... Amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento maior que esse não existe, não tem&lt;br /&gt;é movido por serenidade, por respeito, admiração, cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;é movido por bondade, carinho, romance, amizade...&lt;br /&gt;São infinitos os sinônimos pra isso&lt;br /&gt;Amor é o sentimento universal, pois até aqueles mais ruins amam,&lt;br /&gt;já amaram, ou amarão um dia... mas não é um sentimento que qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;pode desfrutar, é dado aquele que é mereçido, isso explica o fato de existirem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que não tem sorte no amor... pessoas essas que precisam da ausência disso para&lt;br /&gt;aprenderem a valorizar .&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é um dia que eu considero bom... o mundo fica mais vibrante e cheio de energias&lt;br /&gt;positivas, rodeado de amor e consideração mutuas, é como no natal, pareçe que o amor&lt;br /&gt;florece no ser humano, é algo natural e quem vem de dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Traz um ar de PAZ , e as pessoas do dia-a-dia, no estresse do trabalho, da vida, das&lt;br /&gt;responsabilidades meio que esqueçem isso, e sentimos a ausência do amor.&lt;br /&gt;é preciso escutar nosso coração. Ele conhece todas as coisas, porque veio da Alma do Mundo e um dia retornará para ela.&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem que eu considero importante não só pelo dia de hoje, mais por um tdo&lt;br /&gt;é a de que a vida, a paz, as coisas boas dependem desse unico sentimento, e esse estando&lt;br /&gt;presente em nós, depende somente da nossa boa vontade para se materializar,&lt;br /&gt;é preciso que aprendamos a ceder mais e enxergar as coisas com mais afeto&lt;br /&gt;pra que possamos pelo menos tentar viver melhor nesse mundo tão cheio de problemas...&lt;br /&gt;tão doente !&lt;br /&gt;Amem sempre... e acreditem nisso como a ferramenta que pode mudar tudo pra melhor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;LuCy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/amor.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br 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title='Amor'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7203784339974442171.post-3719309066934277292</id><published>2007-06-10T20:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:43:33.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é SER ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Quem nunca se perguntou o que é SER?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Acho que essa é uma questão existente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;na nossa vida inteira, desde sempre, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;talvez a resposta pra isso nem seja tão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;complicada, ou até possa ser, mas vai depender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;de como a gente enxerga isso, de como a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;vive, e de N fatores que existem em nosso meio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;Ser é isso, é viver cheias de perguntas sem respostas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;e aprender a viver sem essas respostas, afinal isso não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;vai fazer nenhuma diferença, continuaremos a ser, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;consequentimente a existir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;As vezes eu acho que o problema maior do ser humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;é não aceitar as coisas como elas são, estamos sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;buscando respostas, e inventado mais perguntas, e assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;a humanindade continua,e essas respostas trazem sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;e muita infomação útil, mas traz tambem muita coisa ruim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;o homem vai criando coisas que nos trazem beneficios e maleficios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;e por isso a humanidade vai caminhando para o fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;É importante que todos se lembrem que toda ação tem uma reação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;e essa frase se encaixa perfeitamente no momento em que a humanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;passa. Tudo precisa estar em perfeito equilibrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#990000;"&gt;O Ser não é a questão mais, ser é a definição de existir !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g98/lucy_oliver/DSC00271.jpg" width="200" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="line"&gt;x Comentários&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN MYSHOUTBOX.COM CODE --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://508260.myshoutbox.com/" frameborder="0" width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- END MYSHOUTBOX.COM CODE--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7203784339974442171-3719309066934277292?l=lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/feeds/3719309066934277292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-que-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/3719309066934277292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7203784339974442171/posts/default/3719309066934277292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lucyscaranzzi.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-que-ser.html' title='O que é SER ?'/><author><name>LuCy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08673788998434493744</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hbQCvnOmgB8/TOIwTIZGtjI/AAAAAAAAADg/OkoAMhr0VP8/S220/DSC02181.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
