<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 00:43:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Nathália Freire</title><description></description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-5250452322767870839</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2009 11:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-22T07:17:32.613-04:00</atom:updated><title>AMO DEMAIS!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Se76W-CoM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7oCG7Rj63L8/s1600-h/SDC10099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327470681743963058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Se76W-CoM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7oCG7Rj63L8/s400/SDC10099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Se753qTjY8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ywQ-oudBj9Q/s1600-h/SDC10094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327470143870297026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Se753qTjY8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ywQ-oudBj9Q/s400/SDC10094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você a é pessoa mais importante da miha vida!!! &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/4781975653269788146-5250452322767870839?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2009/04/amo-demais.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Se76W-CoM7I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7oCG7Rj63L8/s72-c/SDC10099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-5482547737046771629</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-22T23:23:00.110-03:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/SaIIbYn5mbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MaEAmogIsBA/s1600-h/0c0381d594b0a076_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305812577555159474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/SaIIbYn5mbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MaEAmogIsBA/s400/0c0381d594b0a076_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-5482547737046771629?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/SaIIbYn5mbI/AAAAAAAAAQI/MaEAmogIsBA/s72-c/0c0381d594b0a076_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-5274411298720972223</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-22T00:16:08.183-03:00</atom:updated><title>E a vida (re)começa</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado de carnaval.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Estou eu aqui, sentada, cansada-não pelo carnaval- mas muito feliz. É como se o quebra-cabeça da vida começasse a tomar forma, sem saber o local certo de algumas peças,  mas já tendo noção da "imagem" a ser formada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Acredito que esse é um quebra-cabeça que nunca será terminado, não porque não conseguirei e sim porque a vida é dinâmica que sempre tem algo novo e as peças precisam ser reorganizadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Com certeza hoje dei mais um grande passo para que a imagem da minha vida tome forma mais nítida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Agradeço à todas as pessoas que fazem parte disso, principalmente aos meus pais, por tudo, por todo o esforço que desempenharam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um beijo no coração deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E vou tentar escrever mais vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Seu tempo está nas mãos de Deus! Ele torna todas as coisas belasem seu devido tempo!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-5274411298720972223?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-vida-recomeca.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-3369416157271991544</guid><pubDate>Fri, 03 Oct 2008 14:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-03T10:35:00.604-04:00</atom:updated><title>PRESENTE</title><description>Meus amigos, desculpem a falta de discrebiscência..kkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu estou viva, sim, estou!&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo no coração de vocês!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-3369416157271991544?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2008/10/presente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-2642704885306049889</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-16T19:20:18.584-03:00</atom:updated><title>O dia encurtou!</title><description>Gente do céu! O que eé isso, hein? Os dias passam voando,. São muitas atividades a serem cumpridas, muitos compromisso e obrigações! Mas que bom né!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos que visitam meu blog, um beijo no coração!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-2642704885306049889?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-dia-encurtou.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-2917236791694976041</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T21:00:10.547-03:00</atom:updated><title>AMO MUITO TUDO ISSO</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Todos os dias agradeço a Deus por ter me dado, mais uma vez, a chance de estar ao seu lado. Sempre foi algo forte, mas desta vez, sinto o amor acima da paixão. Sinto a amizade, o companheirismo, o carinho mútuo. Foi difícil passar todo o ano de 2007 longe um do outro: a saudade, a carência, as crises de ciúmes que levaram às discussões e desconfiança; mas é como se tudo tivesse sido uma prova de fogo, uma prova que estava avaliando se desta vez era pra valer. E como bem vimos, superamos cada dia como uma nova conquista, como sendo uma pequena batalha de uma grande guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor, ter você como meu noivo e futuramente como meu esposo só me faz crer que Deus realmente sabe o que faz e que ele tem um plano para as nossas vidas. Agradeço, todos os dias, pelo amor que sinto, pela intensidade e serenidade que é. Me sinto segura ao teu lado, me sinto uma grande mulher. Sabemos que temos muito a conquistar, mas sabemos também que devemos dar uma passo de cada vez, passos firmes.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio sozinha, lembrando do teu rosto sorrindo quando falo algo engraçado! Sorrio pela alegria de saber que se sente bem comigo e que seremos felizes juntos. Te amo demais, minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, muito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-2917236791694976041?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/12/amo-mito-tudo-isso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-127757549115107769</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2007 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-24T20:43:45.498-03:00</atom:updated><title>O NOIVADO</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu noivado... Ai ai, meu noivado! Quanta expectativa. Pensávamos: como será? O que devemos dizer? Como devemos dizer? Que horas devemos dizer? Em que ocasião dizer? Frases ensaiadas, ocasião a ser dito,enfim, tudo combinado. Na hora do jantar o pai comerçaria a falar, depois o noivo falaria, faria o ESPERADO E TÃO SONHADO pedido de casamento. Massss.... Nem tudo sai como o planejado. Mas para que planejar se tem uma avó por perto??? Para que? Para que??????&lt;br /&gt;Bem, entre quase mortos (de vergonha e surpresa) e feridos, salvaram-se todos! O fato é que o pedido foi feito e recebemos a bênção de meus pais! Quanta felicidade, quanta tremedeira, quanto nervosismo! Masss, só sei que estamos noivos e felizes da vida, planejando nosso futuro, um futuro muito gostoso de sonhar e realizar!&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades aos noivos!Amo você, minha vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-127757549115107769?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-noivado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-6417517148338275266</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-01T20:22:42.848-03:00</atom:updated><title>Deu uma preguiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiça....</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha nossa!!! O que é isso hein? Afff... Tanta coisa para contar! Tanta coisa para mostrar... Mas deu uma preguiiiiiiiiiiiiça.... Mas tentando redimir-me de tal fato, vou tentar por em uma breve retroscpectiva dos últimos 15 dias. Dias esses que só foram de alegria e comemorações! Bem, entao partamos do princípio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAP1: AS ALIANÇAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo minhas alianças, lindas, perfeitas, como eu sonhei desde de sempre: Aqui estão as fofuchas que serão as protagonistas de uma novela!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139147140749663794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/R1HrGJzZHjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0eMfFGCdFws/s400/Imagem1+008+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAP 2: A CHEGADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139148132887109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/R1Hr_5zZHkI/AAAAAAAAAHA/pYdoDu_o6DQ/s400/Imagem1+054+B.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao chegar em Missão, foi matar saudade de casa, dos pais...PAPIS e MÂMILIS! Ai ai, deu um arroxo tão grande neles...eheheh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAP 3: O NOIVADO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO BE CONTINUED..EHHEHEHEHH.. FORRTEEESSSSS EMOÇÕES... NÃO PERCAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139148592448609874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/R1HsapzZHlI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SMvRQ6bWX5M/s400/ATgAAABNGKBD5Zsar9HBiaGkGxQQifbRbAVGB_AL0vU15NCAGWybX9SG77eWumh2eUliRzASW7Fi20C9Aitoi_X910qdAJtU9VCwxywR-HjEKoi5Rmen8EEsF6ME5w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-6417517148338275266?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/12/deu-uma-preguiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/R1HrGJzZHjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0eMfFGCdFws/s72-c/Imagem1+008+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-3140599360485920319</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T14:09:38.316-03:00</atom:updated><title>O DIA D</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznS1jzKGCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rdtvF4MWPFM/s1600-h/Imagem+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132365067950102562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznS1jzKGCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rdtvF4MWPFM/s400/Imagem+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Passagem MAO/JPA: R$ 1000,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mala: R$ 150,00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;VER AS PESSOAS QUE VOCÊ MAIS AMA: NÃO TEM PREÇO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E o grande dia chega. Finalmente estou em João Pessoa, não nasci aqui, mas adotei essa cidade. Não por um único motivo, e sim por vários, não caberia citar agora. O fato é que aqui cheguei e não tenho pretenção de sair nem tão cedo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132367898333550658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznVaTzKGEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/kqcAQ_x2M7U/s400/Imagem+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Detalhes: Cabelos esvoaçados e completamente assanhados pelo vento; pele ardida do sol; batom tirado pela água do mar, MASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS EXTREMAMENTE FELIZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Só sei que a felicidade não cabe em mim........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132370157486348370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznXdzzKGFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dtynowkvWGY/s400/Imagem+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt; MESMO DIA INDO JANTAR.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132372751646595170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznZ0zzKGGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/C9U8ZEdKqNw/s400/Imagem+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4781975653269788146-3140599360485920319?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-dia-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznS1jzKGCI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rdtvF4MWPFM/s72-c/Imagem+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-8269320794093952256</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-13T13:30:20.184-03:00</atom:updated><title>A despedida</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznRCzzKGBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/82xdsqLWHao/s1600-h/imagem1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132363096560113682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznRCzzKGBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/82xdsqLWHao/s400/imagem1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem amigos da rede globo.... Estamos mais uma vez reunidos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reunidos para a despedida entre os amigos do SESC em Manaus. Esse singelo encontro foi na pizzaria scarola que contou com a presença da Ivaneide, Ângela, Paula, Gel, Wescley, Hermógenes e Márcio. Foi bom estar com vocês, brincar com vocês, mas é chegada a hora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um beijo no coração de cada um.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-8269320794093952256?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/11/despedida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RznRCzzKGBI/AAAAAAAAAGM/82xdsqLWHao/s72-c/imagem1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-3674683721433885394</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-04T23:02:45.602-03:00</atom:updated><title>DOMINGO + SOL + EDUARDO RIBEIRO!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry54MEJX7FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5reY_RTcPk4/s1600-h/DIV+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169174288395346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry54MEJX7FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5reY_RTcPk4/s400/DIV+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129169689684470882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry54qEJX7GI/AAAAAAAAAGE/q4g2zTy4t38/s400/DIV+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia de domingo em Manaus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tradicional feira na Av. Eduardo Ribeiro, onde o coração financeiro de Manaus se transforma nessa feira repleta de artesanatos e curiosidades. Vale a pena conferir. Já postei algo sobre a feira antes, mas como é meu úlimo domingo em Manaus - pelo menos nos próximos anos- decidi postar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4781975653269788146-3674683721433885394?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/11/domingo-sol-eduardo-ribeiro.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry54MEJX7FI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5reY_RTcPk4/s72-c/DIV+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-8488347220260369164</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-04T22:45:37.800-03:00</atom:updated><title>Cachaçaria do Dedé!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry5z5UJX7BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Uar_DRcZj8/s1600-h/1nath1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129164454119336978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry5z5UJX7BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Uar_DRcZj8/s400/1nath1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Olha aíiiii.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já prestou atenção que a gente só procura conhecer aqueles lugares que gostaríamos de conhcer, na última oportunidade? Afff... Mas ao menos, conheci! Para quem gosta de cachaça, ou só degustar, esse é o lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129164608738159650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry50CUJX7CI/AAAAAAAAAFg/aky2EaY7Lg0/s400/1nath2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-8488347220260369164?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/11/cachaaria-do-ded.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Ry5z5UJX7BI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3Uar_DRcZj8/s72-c/1nath1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-2684801507901910187</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2007 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-04T23:11:29.774-03:00</atom:updated><title>ALEGRIA .... (não é o espetáculo do Circo de Soleil)</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Muitas alegrias vivi durante esses dois anos em que trabalhei e convivi com essas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Foram dois anos de aprendizado, de troca de conhecimentos, de crescimento. Acredito que tenha feito a minha parte dando o melhor de mim, e o reconhecimento disso foi essa linda homenagem que me fizeram. Quase não acreditei nesse momento, onde descobri que eu não só tinha colegas de trabalhos e sim, verdadeiros amigos. Cada um ao seu modo de ser, ao seu modo de se expressar, uns mais expressivos, outros mais tímidos, uns mais antigos, outros mais recentes, mas sempre com a sua maneira de demosntrar o sentimento de amizade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;É gratificante ( e surpreendente) saber que muitas pessoas nos estima e quer bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Agradeço a todos pelo companheirismo e pela dedicação de me proporcionarem uma tarde tão agradável ( apesar de que eu não tenha conseguido de parar de chorar por um segundo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;VIVER É FAZER ESCOLHAS! Amo essa frase, pois ela espelha muito bem o significado da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZk10JX65I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G_vi0Om_NL8/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126896101501692818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZk10JX65I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G_vi0Om_NL8/s400/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; Toda a galerinha reunida, obrigada a todos vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZkW0JX64I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3ScjpWq4j5s/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126895568925748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZkW0JX64I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3ScjpWq4j5s/s400/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt; Minha nossa, me deram até uma cadeira. Foram fortes emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126896573948095410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZlRUJX67I/AAAAAAAAAEo/zR3DkXgsNoY/s400/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ângela, eu e a Ivaneide. Pessoas maravilhosas que semrpe terei em meu coração. Iva, obrigada por todo emprenho e dedicação nos primeiros meses e sempre, né!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126896273300384674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZk_0JX66I/AAAAAAAAAEg/6TMgt_o0T9w/s400/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Celene e Ney. Ai ai... Adoro vocês, meus amigos. E agradeço, de coração, pela festinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126897046394497986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZls0JX68I/AAAAAAAAAEw/v2KiHxXtJtE/s400/DSC00024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Loraine, eu, Jandelson e Jânia. O que dizer dessas pessoas MA-RA-VI-LHO-SAS? A alegria que existe em cada um desses seres, contagia e nos faz ver que a vida pode ser mais alegre. Esses, sempre terei em minhas lembranças. Só espero que certas pessoas, cumpram suas promessa, né Sr. Jandelson???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126897274027764690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZl6EJX69I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GUohbcwoqhs/s400/DSC00026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; André, Gloria (ao fundo), Carina, eu e Camila. Amigos prara todas as horas! Esses representam bem todos os meus períodos do SESC, começo, meio e fim. André e Glória, já estavam no SESC quando chegeui. A Carina entrou bem quase um ano depois, e a Camila, owww, por que só nos conhecemos agora? Hunf!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126898094366518242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZmp0JX6-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/N7Dx3YURub4/s400/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Começando pela esquerda: Cris, Solange, Mônica, eu, Andreza, Vanildes, Gloria e na frente Dodó e Márcia. Meninas, cada uma de vocês tem um jeito especial de ser. Um beijo no coração de cada uma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126898536748149762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZnDkJX7AI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2QsIqkju6kA/s400/P1020252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah-HA! Peguei! Ainda bem que eu não sou a única chorona, do pedaço. Oww, Jânia, também te adoro, &lt;em&gt;muié.&lt;/em&gt; Fica assim naum. Eu deixo você ir me ver! :D&lt;br /&gt;Nadir, Sr PC, Jânia, Fernado e Jandelson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126898300524948466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZm10JX6_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/yS7VyKJ37m0/s400/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Meus coleguinhas de trabalho. Wesclei: o estagaiato. Eu: a chorona retirante. Ivaneide: A tutora. Márcio: o líder. Hermógenes: o substituto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Bem, não tenho aqui, uma fotinha do Messias, mas agradeço a ele pela oportunidade dos tempos primódios e por toda ajuda que dele recebi na época da minha chegada. Eu sei que ele torce pelo meu sucesso. Um beijo no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-2684801507901910187?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/alegria-no-o-espetculo-do-circo-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RyZk10JX65I/AAAAAAAAAEY/G_vi0Om_NL8/s72-c/DSC00020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-3136471139068550492</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-20T18:54:44.150-03:00</atom:updated><title>A DESPEDIDA!</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp2l0O4jTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FY6oifl-SFE/s1600-h/DIV+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123537918135668018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp2l0O4jTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FY6oifl-SFE/s400/DIV+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Turma de MBA em Gerenciamento de Projeto da Universidade Gama Filho/Instituto de Dados da Amazônia. Depois de 18 meses a conclusão de mais uma etapa da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Momento de alegria e muita felicidade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123540563835522386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp4_0O4jVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/E_3DBcL4pB8/s400/DIV+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123540061324348738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp4ikO4jUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y_LII6KCpuo/s400/DIV+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4781975653269788146-3136471139068550492?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/despedida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp2l0O4jTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FY6oifl-SFE/s72-c/DIV+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-8097510623746283697</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-20T18:34:44.349-03:00</atom:updated><title>Muitas FELLICEdades!!</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp0HkO4jSI/AAAAAAAAADw/0FLvlYPx0qk/s1600-h/DIV+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123535199421369634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp0HkO4jSI/AAAAAAAAADw/0FLvlYPx0qk/s400/DIV+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SAÚDEEEEE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxpxC0O4jQI/AAAAAAAAADg/EnIsA0uCzIU/s1600-h/DIV+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123531819282107650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxpxC0O4jQI/AAAAAAAAADg/EnIsA0uCzIU/s400/DIV+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha ai... Vanessinha comemorando mais uma primavera. Comemoração do niver no Fellice. Amiga, te desejo muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida, além de muito sucesso na sua vida. Sentirei sua falta mas estarei te aguardando lá em João Pessoa, viu!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um brinde à vida!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123532549426547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxpxtUO4jRI/AAAAAAAAADo/mEpejVo3_P0/s400/DIV+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choppinho baum....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4781975653269788146-8097510623746283697?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/muitas-fellicedades.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rxp0HkO4jSI/AAAAAAAAADw/0FLvlYPx0qk/s72-c/DIV+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-96010290386496143</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 22:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-14T19:38:46.488-03:00</atom:updated><title>Seguuuuuuura Piãaaaaoo</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxKYPE21wOI/AAAAAAAAADI/VULyOmghvTQ/s1600-h/expoagrocapa01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121323111042892002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxKYPE21wOI/AAAAAAAAADI/VULyOmghvTQ/s400/expoagrocapa01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Expoagro 2007, promovida pelo Governo do Amazonas, também servirá de palco para a 5ª Feira de Agronegócios Sustentáveis da Zona Franca Verde e a 1ª Semana de Produtos Orgânicos do Amazonas, que contará com um ciclo de palestras.&lt;br /&gt;“A Feira pode ser considerada como o maior centro de negociação do Amazonas”, observa o secretário estadual da Produção Rural, Eron Bezerra, destacando que durante o evento vai ser realizada um reunião com os secretários da área no Norte para discutir, entre outras coisas, a campanha contra a febre aftosa e a produção de etanol na região.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121324068820599026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxKZG021wPI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vynzk7PRvtU/s400/DIV+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minha vizinha do coraçao, a Maria, e eu numa deliciosa tarde de lazer na expoagro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121325013713404162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxKZ9021wQI/AAAAAAAAADY/7AL5jSrs3J4/s400/MONTAGEM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-96010290386496143?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/seguuuuuuura-piaaaaoo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxKYPE21wOI/AAAAAAAAADI/VULyOmghvTQ/s72-c/expoagrocapa01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-6714851602101560547</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 03:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-12T23:54:25.519-04:00</atom:updated><title>É dia de FEIRA....</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxA-Yk21wLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YyhJNuv7A2E/s1600-h/DIV+010+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120661368251728050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxA-Yk21wLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YyhJNuv7A2E/s400/DIV+010+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Petrobras e o Serviço Social do Comércio (Sesc/AM) realizam mais uma edição da Feira de Livros, entre os dias 11 e 14 de outubro, no Studio 5 Centro de Convenções. Este ano, em sua 21ª edição, o evento traz como tema: “Amazônia em Letras e Palavras”. As personalidades da literatura homenageadas este ano são a escritora brasileira Clarice Lispector, autora de obras como “A Hora da Estrela” e “A Paixão Segundo GH”, e Gabriela Mistral, pseudônimo da chilena Lucila de María del Perpetuo Socorro Godoy Alcayaga, vencedora do Prêmio Nobel de Literatura em 1945.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120663468490735826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxBAS021wNI/AAAAAAAAADA/Vz6uMjdxxlo/s400/DIV+012+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Feira de Livros é um evento nacional que o Sesc realiza há 26 anos e o Sesc Amazonas há 21. O projeto tem como objetivo difundir a literatura na região a partir de uma programação cultural com peças de teatro, oficinas artísticas, exposições, concursos, entre outras atividades, além de fomentar o mercado consumidor de livros, estimulando o gosto pela leitura e a formação do público leitor. Com esse projeto, os amazonenses, especialmente entre o público infanto-juvenil, professores e educadores em geral, terão a oportunidade de desenvolver práticas de leitura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-6714851602101560547?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/dia-de-feira.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxA-Yk21wLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/YyhJNuv7A2E/s72-c/DIV+010+b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-8566211436913125668</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-12T20:36:57.109-04:00</atom:updated><title>Xote com Pimenta</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxARlE21wKI/AAAAAAAAACs/YWgIwT7PcOQ/s1600-h/DIV+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120612104976842914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxARlE21wKI/AAAAAAAAACs/YWgIwT7PcOQ/s400/DIV+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Detalhe básico da decoraçao do Cafe cancun - Manaus. A casa geralmente toca ritmos caribenhos, mas especificamente, às quintas-feiras, rola um xotezinho, made in Nordeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxAPpk21wJI/AAAAAAAAACk/HmW1MFMaC_I/s1600-h/DIV+081b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120609983262998674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxAPpk21wJI/AAAAAAAAACk/HmW1MFMaC_I/s400/DIV+081b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AMIGUINHAS DO SESC. Camila, Carina e eu. Noite agradabilíssima na companhia das meninas, companheiras de trabalho num ambiente bem descontraído ao som de muito xote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena só agora ter atentado pra conhecer essa casa. Mas ao menos vou poder dizer que já fui lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4781975653269788146-8566211436913125668?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/xote-com-pimenta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RxARlE21wKI/AAAAAAAAACs/YWgIwT7PcOQ/s72-c/DIV+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-1398235894526970778</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-05T00:18:35.959-04:00</atom:updated><title>Reflexos do ser</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RwRE2x2aI8I/AAAAAAAAACU/LHbyWGpdUnI/s1600-h/Nath7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117290784484893634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RwRE2x2aI8I/AAAAAAAAACU/LHbyWGpdUnI/s400/Nath7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-1398235894526970778?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/10/preparao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RwRE2x2aI8I/AAAAAAAAACU/LHbyWGpdUnI/s72-c/Nath7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-4266513969064137649</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-29T12:54:39.864-04:00</atom:updated><title>Noite FELLICE</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rv6Bqh2aI6I/AAAAAAAAACE/dL0QBVCl1hk/s1600-h/Turma+Gama+Filho+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115668794380526498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rv6Bqh2aI6I/AAAAAAAAACE/dL0QBVCl1hk/s400/Turma+Gama+Filho+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontro da Turma de Especialização - Gama Filho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de 18 meses de aflição, finalmente a recompensa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos, sentirei saudades de todos vocês.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115669558884705202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rv6CXB2aI7I/AAAAAAAAACM/r88oUvDyuCA/s400/Turma+Gama+Filho+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4781975653269788146-4266513969064137649?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/noite-fellice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rv6Bqh2aI6I/AAAAAAAAACE/dL0QBVCl1hk/s72-c/Turma+Gama+Filho+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-501526779517412932</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-27T23:06:07.774-04:00</atom:updated><title>Reviver...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvxvTB2aI5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QX9Aezh1hlw/s1600-h/Domingo+18-03+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115085649490879378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvxvTB2aI5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QX9Aezh1hlw/s400/Domingo+18-03+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preciso reviver este momento para reviver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faltando pouco mais de um mês para o regresso, sinto uma confusão de sentimentos que chegam a atordoar. Angústia, ansiedade, agonia, desgaste, saudade, alegria, empolgação, enfim são sentimentos que me fazem variar o humor de um minuto para o outro. Claro que isso tudo é efeito da grande mudança vindoura, mas o certo é que todo o esforço valeu o sacrifício.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4781975653269788146-501526779517412932?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/reviver.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvxvTB2aI5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/QX9Aezh1hlw/s72-c/Domingo+18-03+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-8206915686863886146</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-26T20:52:45.065-04:00</atom:updated><title>Passeio à trabalho! Entendeu?</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Esse é um dos portos de balsa de Manaus - Porto do São Raimundo.&lt;br /&gt;Portal de saída para atravessar o Rio Negro e pegar a estrada para Manacapuru, onde o SESC possui um Centro de Atividades. A travessia dura em torno de 30 min, mas é super agradável. Sentir o vento no rosto e ver a cidade se distanciando aos pouquinhos dá uma sensação de liberdade. Pena que só aos "45 do segundo tempo", prestes à ir embora, pude apreciar esse passeio, mesmo que sendo à trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114674195918889810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rvr5FR2aI1I/AAAAAAAAABc/MNoBNFps30g/s400/Nath+Visita+SESCC+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114676601100575586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rvr7RR2aI2I/AAAAAAAAABk/ebLct73M5Fk/s400/Nath+Visita+SESCC+022+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa outra imagem já em Manacapuru, em frente ao SESC Restauração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode-se perceber que as águas no Rio Solimões é turva, pena que não deu pra ver o encontro das águas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, como somos merecedores, depois do trabalho, um almoço à moda amazonense: uma caldeirada de tambaqui e tucurané a escabeche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114680389261730690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rvr-tx2aI4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/YMOx9H-NBCw/s400/Nath+Visita+SESCC+025+b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4781975653269788146-8206915686863886146?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/passeio-trabalho-entendeu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/Rvr5FR2aI1I/AAAAAAAAABc/MNoBNFps30g/s72-c/Nath+Visita+SESCC+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-913593251608544892</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2007 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-24T21:36:18.087-04:00</atom:updated><title>Quanta....</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvbMWB2aI0I/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ764HIXg0M/s1600-h/Nath+025+d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113499105751606082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvbMWB2aI0I/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ764HIXg0M/s400/Nath+025+d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Há de surgir&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela no céu&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Há de apagar&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrela no céu&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que você chorar&lt;br /&gt;O contrário também&lt;br /&gt;Bem que pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;De uma estrela brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Quando a lágrima cair&lt;br /&gt;Ou então&lt;br /&gt;De uma estrela cadente se jogar&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver&lt;br /&gt;A flor do seu sorriso se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Hum!&lt;br /&gt;Deus fará&lt;br /&gt;Absurdos&lt;br /&gt;Contanto que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Seja assim&lt;br /&gt;Sim&lt;br /&gt;Um altar&lt;br /&gt;Onde a gente celebre&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que Ele consentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4781975653269788146-913593251608544892?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/quanta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RvbMWB2aI0I/AAAAAAAAABU/jZ764HIXg0M/s72-c/Nath+025+d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-7466625469925966965</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 04:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-15T00:05:29.943-04:00</atom:updated><title>A foto</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RutZ0R4QuwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sh4RX6RyXG0/s1600-h/arte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110276956869409538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RutZ0R4QuwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sh4RX6RyXG0/s400/arte.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-7466625469925966965?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/foto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uodvUSXM56Q/RutZ0R4QuwI/AAAAAAAAABM/Sh4RX6RyXG0/s72-c/arte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4781975653269788146.post-9056836785631426969</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2007 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-15T00:01:50.370-04:00</atom:updated><title>Descontraindo...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai, meu Deus. Cada vez que eu vejo o blog da minha cunhadinha (assim a considero) fico com uma invejiiiinha, mas não uma inveja ruim. Fico encantada com a facilidade que ela tem de fazer trabalhos manuais, mas o que mais me fascina é paciência e a boa vontade de realizar suas idéias. Por outro lado, eu, coitada, tenho duas mãos esquerdas, nem papel consigo cortar direito, mas enfim, a vida continua. Só me resta admirar os trabalhos dela.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não sei se interessa, mas vou postar uma fothinha aqui que compila vários tipos de trabalhos vendidos aqui em Manaus, na conhecida feira da Eduardo Ribeiro, que acontece sempre aos domingos. São trabalhos criados, em sua maioria, por índios, verdadeiros índios. Bem os trabalhos mostrados nada a ver com as delicadezas de minha cunhada, mas não deixam de ser artesanatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4781975653269788146-9056836785631426969?l=nathaliafreire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://nathaliafreire.blogspot.com/2007/09/descontraindo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Nathália Freire)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>