<?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-349444150452751981</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:44:00.589-02:00</updated><category term='coca cola'/><category term='jacaré'/><category term='guerreiras'/><category term='zeca baleiro'/><category term='elefante'/><category term='formiga'/><category term='dricakinder'/><category term='chico cesar'/><category term='piada'/><category term='banda Foxie'/><category term='martha medeiros'/><category term='mulheres'/><category term='publicidade'/><category term='izabela hendrix'/><category term='adriele'/><title type='text'>"Havia uma Drica no meio do caminho"</title><subtitle type='html'>"if you want to fly
fly with me to my place
i'll drive you to the stars
TONIGHT"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-4530551226268791330</id><published>2011-03-17T14:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T14:15:12.340-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elefante'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formiga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dricakinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piada'/><title type='text'>De Volta!!!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Depois de séculos, voltei a postar, feliz pq recebi uma carta do google ontem, me premiando com bonificação!!! *_*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iCCIGSNmtbk/TYJA_xTx7uI/AAAAAAAAATE/Zhyr7pBLU4A/s1600/elefante%252Be%252Bformiga%252B.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iCCIGSNmtbk/TYJA_xTx7uI/AAAAAAAAATE/Zhyr7pBLU4A/s200/elefante%252Be%252Bformiga%252B.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Piadinha para animar os humores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O ELEFANTE E O FORMIGUEIRO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;O elefante passeava pela floresta quando tropeçou e caiu em cima de um formigueiro. Vendo-se infestado de formigas, começou a rolar para desprendê-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Depois de algumas voltas, parou exausto. Quase todas as formigas haviam caído, restando apenas uma grudada em seu pescoço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Vendo que ainda restava uma companheira, as formigas começaram a gritar em coro lá embaixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 17px; line-height: 25px; margin-bottom: 18px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;— Enforca! Enforca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-4530551226268791330?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4530551226268791330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-seculos-voltei-postar-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/4530551226268791330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/4530551226268791330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2011/03/depois-de-seculos-voltei-postar-feliz.html' title='De Volta!!!! ;)'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iCCIGSNmtbk/TYJA_xTx7uI/AAAAAAAAATE/Zhyr7pBLU4A/s72-c/elefante%252Be%252Bformiga%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-2083902825533561258</id><published>2010-03-05T09:46:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T09:47:11.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EM BUSCA DO MAFAGAFO PERDIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Alguém poderia me dizer por onde eles andam? Como eles são? O que gostam de fazer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Alguém seria capaz de me explicar se realmente parecem com os tuiuius?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Éis a questão.... mafagafo é igual caviar.... Nunca vi, nem comi eu só ouço falar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;"Em um ninho de mafagafo há 5 mafagafinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;quando a mamãe mafagava guincha guincham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;os 5 mafagafinhos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Vivendo e aprendendo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;ai ai ai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D87jaW4dI/AAAAAAAAARs/v8T2sKNn3II/s1600-h/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D87jaW4dI/AAAAAAAAARs/v8T2sKNn3II/s200/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+copy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: magenta;"&gt;Isso não é para fazer sentido....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-2083902825533561258?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2083902825533561258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/03/em-busca-do-mafagafo-perdido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2083902825533561258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2083902825533561258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/03/em-busca-do-mafagafo-perdido.html' title='EM BUSCA DO MAFAGAFO PERDIDO'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D87jaW4dI/AAAAAAAAARs/v8T2sKNn3II/s72-c/interroga%C3%A7%C3%A3o+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-7095532566264115949</id><published>2010-02-03T16:09:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:16:07.881-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2m7u3kuvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/--Hb0G_VnAQ/s1600-h/trem1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2m7u3kuvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/--Hb0G_VnAQ/s640/trem1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; O TREM DA POESIA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lá vai o trem da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; levando sonhos no vagão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; próxima estação- utopia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; voa o expresso da fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; fazendo tremer o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt; &lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lá vem o trem da poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #6aa84f;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; nos trilhos da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; o apito de longe se ouvia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e o povo à estação acorria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; buscando gotas de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lá vai o trem dos poetas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; tantos versos a trepidar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; em linhas tortas ou certas&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -fantasiosas ou concretas-&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lá vai o trem a passar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Olhando eu pela janela&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; vejo o mundo em mutação&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; matas que viram capela&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; uma solitária flor amarela&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sou versos de pura emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lá vai o trem da poesia...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; quem quiser pode embarcar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; sem medo e com alegria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pois o trem que parte este dia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; em um outro há de aqui retornar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffc000; font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Infelizmente não sei quem é o autor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/349444150452751981-7095532566264115949?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7095532566264115949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-trem-da-poesia-la-vai-o-trem-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/7095532566264115949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/7095532566264115949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-trem-da-poesia-la-vai-o-trem-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2m7u3kuvUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/--Hb0G_VnAQ/s72-c/trem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-2067228811637813409</id><published>2010-02-02T17:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T17:34:17.931-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dricakinder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacaré'/><title type='text'>AMIGO JACARÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2h-Ejw1GwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VXzF4ct1KVY/s1600-h/jaja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2h-Ejw1GwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VXzF4ct1KVY/s400/jaja.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433731567207127810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem a boca grande&lt;br /&gt;Dentes afiados&lt;br /&gt;Finge que é bobo mas não é&lt;br /&gt;Fica cochilando&lt;br /&gt;Na beira do lago&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca sabe o que ele quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosta de um petisco&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom de prato&lt;br /&gt;Vive procurando o seu filé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cheio de armação&lt;br /&gt;O maior bicho-papão&lt;br /&gt;Só ataca dependendo da maré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz trapaça de montão&lt;br /&gt;Nunca chegue perto não&lt;br /&gt;De repente ele te engole se quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yé yé yé yé&lt;br /&gt;Yé yé yé yé&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com o amigo jacaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yé yé yé yé&lt;br /&gt;Yé yé yé yé&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado que ele pega no seu pé&lt;br /&gt;____________//_____________&lt;br /&gt;(Pois é ninguém entendeu nada, mas possui um sentido interno)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-2067228811637813409?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2067228811637813409/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/02/amigo-jacare.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2067228811637813409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2067228811637813409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2010/02/amigo-jacare.html' title='AMIGO JACARÉ'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S2h-Ejw1GwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/VXzF4ct1KVY/s72-c/jaja.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-5320273808277521041</id><published>2009-07-17T11:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T13:59:12.084-03:00</updated><title type='text'>João e Maria ( Grande Chico)</title><content type='html'>Agora eu era o herói&lt;br /&gt;E o meu cavalo só falava inglês&lt;br /&gt;A noiva do cowboy&lt;br /&gt;Era você além das outras três&lt;br /&gt;Eu enfrentava os batalhões&lt;br /&gt;Os alemães e seus canhões&lt;br /&gt;Guardava o meu bodoque&lt;br /&gt;E ensaiava o rock para as matinês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu era o rei&lt;br /&gt;Era o bedel e era também juiz&lt;br /&gt;E pela minha lei&lt;br /&gt;A gente era obrigado a ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E você era a princesa que eu fiz coroar&lt;br /&gt;E era tão linda de se admirar&lt;br /&gt;Que andava nua pelo meu país&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, não fuja não&lt;br /&gt;Finja que agora eu era o seu brinquedo&lt;br /&gt;Eu era o seu pião&lt;br /&gt;O seu bicho preferido&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SmCtpGoKucI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CrcbfWDnczo/s1600-h/fvfvfvf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SmCtpGoKucI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CrcbfWDnczo/s400/fvfvfvf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359474478236219842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, me dê a mão&lt;br /&gt;A gente agora já não tinha medo&lt;br /&gt;No tempo da maldade acho que a gente nem tinha nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora era fatal&lt;br /&gt;Que o faz-de-conta terminasse assim&lt;br /&gt;Pra lá deste quintal&lt;br /&gt;Era uma noite que não tem mais fim&lt;br /&gt;Pois você sumiu no mundo sem me avisar&lt;br /&gt;E agora eu era um louco a perguntar&lt;br /&gt;O que é que a vida vai fazer de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----//---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-5320273808277521041?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5320273808277521041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/joao-e-maria-grande-chico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/5320273808277521041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/5320273808277521041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/joao-e-maria-grande-chico.html' title='João e Maria ( Grande Chico)'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SmCtpGoKucI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CrcbfWDnczo/s72-c/fvfvfvf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-1230410067139669528</id><published>2009-06-23T11:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T12:21:44.986-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='martha medeiros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adriele'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guerreiras'/><title type='text'>As boazinhas que me perdoem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Qual é o elogio que uma mulher adora receber? Bom, se você está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;com tempo, pode-se listar aqui uns 700: mulher adora que verbalizem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;seus atributos, sejam eles físicos ou morais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Diga que ela é uma mulher inteligente e ela irá com a sua cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Diga que ela tem um ótimo caráter,além do corpo que é uma provocação, e ela decorará o seu número.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fale do seu olhar, da sua pele, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SkDyM5DBfnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Rx092Jt0t8A/s1600-h/sdfsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SkDyM5DBfnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Rx092Jt0t8A/s400/sdfsdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542660602003058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;do seu sorriso, da sua presença de espírito,da sua aura de mistério, de como ela tem classe: ela achará você muito observador e lhe dará uma cópia da chave de casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não pense que o jogo está ganho: manter-se no cargo vai depender de sua perspicácia para encontrar novas qualidades nessa mulher poderosa, absoluta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga que ela cozinha melhor que a sua mãe, que ela tem uma voz que faz você pensar obscenidades, que ela é um avião no mundo dos negócios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fale sobre sua competência, seu senso de oportunidade, seu bom gosto musical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Agora, quer ver o mundo cair? Diga que ela é muito boazinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descreva aí uma mulher boazinha. Voz fina, roupas pastéis, calçados rentes ao chão. Aceita encomendas de doces, contribui para a igreja, cuida dos sobrinhos nos finais de semana. Disponível, serena, previsível, nunca foi vista negando um favor. Nunca teve um chilique. Nunca colocou os pés num show de rock. É queridinha. Pequeninha. Educadinha. Enfim, uma mulher boazinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos boazinhas por séculos. Engolíamos tudo e fingíamos não ver nada, ceguinhas. Vivíamos no nosso mundinho, rodeadas de panelinhas e nenezinhos.&lt;br /&gt;A vida feminina era esse frege: bordados, paredes brancas, crucifixo em cima da cama, tudo certinho. Passamos um tempão assim, comportadinhas, enquanto íamos alimentando um desejo incontrolável de virar a mesa. Quietinhas, mas inquietas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Até que chegou o dia em que deixamos de ser as coitadinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais fala em namoradinhas do Brasil: somos atrizes, estrelas, profissionais. Adolescentes não são mais brotinhos: são garotas da geração teen. Ser chamada de patricinha é ofensa moral. Pitchulinha é coisa de retardada. Quem gosta de diminutivos, definha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser boazinha não tem nada a ver com ser generosa. Ser boa é bom, ser boazinha é péssimo. As boazinhas não têm defeitos. Não têm atitude. Conformam-se com a coadjuvância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ph neutro. Ser chamada de boazinha, mesmo com a melhor das intenções, é o pior dos desaforos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres bacanas, complicadas, batalhadoras, persistentes, ciumentas, apressadas, é isso que somos hoje. Merecemos adjetivos velozes, produtivos, enigmáticos. As inhas não moram mais aqui. Foram pro espaço, sozinhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Martha Medeiros] &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/349444150452751981-1230410067139669528?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1230410067139669528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-boazinhas-que-me-perdoem-qual-e-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1230410067139669528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1230410067139669528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-boazinhas-que-me-perdoem-qual-e-o.html' title='As boazinhas que me perdoem'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SkDyM5DBfnI/AAAAAAAAAOk/Rx092Jt0t8A/s72-c/sdfsdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-1732940913456662196</id><published>2009-06-05T13:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T14:10:06.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zeca baleiro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chico cesar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coca cola'/><title type='text'>EU  DETESTO COCA  LIGHT</title><content type='html'>Canção feita por: Zeca Baleiro e Chico César&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Eu detesto George Bush desde a guerra do Kwait&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que tu te vás mas se tu queres ir vai-te&lt;br /&gt;Quero adoçar minha sina que viver tá muito diet&lt;br /&gt;Danação é cocaína mesmo quando chamam bright&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de você menin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SilQ44dwDuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/flmL8X-UoIQ/s1600-h/cococaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SilQ44dwDuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/flmL8X-UoIQ/s400/cococaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343891371011870434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a mas detesto coca light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sair à noite de tomar um biri night&lt;br /&gt;Jurubeba tubaína Johnny Walker Black White&lt;br /&gt;Me afogo na cangibrina caio no tatibitáti&lt;br /&gt;Tomo cinco ou seis salinas feito fosse chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Engulo até gasolina mas detesto coca light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazem da boate igreja da igreja fazem boate&lt;br /&gt;Poem veneno na comida cicuta no abacate&lt;br /&gt;Eu cuido da minha vida não sou boi que vai pra o abate&lt;br /&gt;Podem cortar minha crina podem partir pra o ataque&lt;br /&gt;Podem me esperar na esquina mas detesto coca light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus é o juiz do mundo ele apita o nosso embate&lt;br /&gt;Nem Carlos Eugênio Simon nem José Roberto Wright&lt;br /&gt;A partida não termina prorrogação e penálti&lt;br /&gt;A torcida feminina dá o molho ao combate&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo o que a vida ensina mas detesto coca light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerância zero fome zero coca zero&lt;br /&gt;No quartel do mundo eu sou o recruta zero&lt;br /&gt;Quero quero tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;E só me dão o que não quero&lt;br /&gt;(A patroa agradece!...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem preciso dizer mais nada =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é um MáXIMO!!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-1732940913456662196?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1732940913456662196/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-odeio-detesto-coca-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1732940913456662196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1732940913456662196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-odeio-detesto-coca-light.html' title='EU  DETESTO COCA  LIGHT'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SilQ44dwDuI/AAAAAAAAAOU/flmL8X-UoIQ/s72-c/cococaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-1180694725461410040</id><published>2009-04-03T23:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T00:02:50.427-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Nascer so Sol</title><content type='html'>Nada mais bonito que o nascer do Sol não é mesmo?!&lt;br /&gt;Tema sugerido indiretamente por um amigo... aheuhaeuaheae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbGAVruUHI/AAAAAAAAANo/cU0vtyajA6A/s1600-h/o+nascer+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbGAVruUHI/AAAAAAAAANo/cU0vtyajA6A/s400/o+nascer+do+sol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320657718907654258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;" id="titulo_da_musica"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                             O Nascer do Sol     ( Amado Batista)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sol que levanta cedo&lt;br /&gt;Num brilho intenso de cristal&lt;br /&gt;Vem desvendar segredos&lt;br /&gt;Brincar de luz no fundo do quintal&lt;br /&gt;Fez apagar estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite inteira a gente viu&lt;br /&gt;Voltou com tanto brilho&lt;br /&gt;Que de presente a noite até partiu&lt;br /&gt;Que bom que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;O sol, a lua e eu&lt;br /&gt;E um raio de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Feliz de quem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E pode se sentir&lt;br /&gt;Também uma criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passarinho fez seu ninho&lt;br /&gt;Lá no paiol&lt;br /&gt;Pra ver dali&lt;br /&gt;O nascer do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------//------&lt;br /&gt;É estranho dizer como  momentos como esses se tornam inesqueciveis  em nossas vidas, fatos que conseguem nos marcar por uma vida inteira e que  temos certeza de que mesmo com o&lt;br /&gt;passar dos anos nunca esqueceremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbH-95a9iI/AAAAAAAAANw/H07JkfAEJEc/s1600-h/DSC03858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbH-95a9iI/AAAAAAAAANw/H07JkfAEJEc/s400/DSC03858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320659894366041634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbIvQpyygI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VCiys8uyabU/s1600-h/DSC03855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbIvQpyygI/AAAAAAAAAN4/VCiys8uyabU/s400/DSC03855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320660724034488834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" Na manhã infinita as nuvens surgiram como a loucura numa alma. E o vento como o instinto desceu os braços das árvores que estrangularam a terra...Depois veio a claridade, os grandes céus, a paz do campo (...)" V. de Morais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbNgsCCC0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bS56Jl1Xdos/s1600-h/Creamfields+15.11.08+%2853%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbNgsCCC0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bS56Jl1Xdos/s400/Creamfields+15.11.08+%2853%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320665971244010306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/349444150452751981-1180694725461410040?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1180694725461410040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-nascer-so-sol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1180694725461410040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/1180694725461410040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-nascer-so-sol.html' title='O Nascer so Sol'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SdbGAVruUHI/AAAAAAAAANo/cU0vtyajA6A/s72-c/o+nascer+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-7848505086874865386</id><published>2009-03-24T21:30:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:43:58.591-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='izabela hendrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banda Foxie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dricakinder'/><title type='text'>JOy</title><content type='html'>Momento Los Hermanos!!! =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;"É, morena, tá tudo bemSereno é quem tem.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A paz de estar em par com Deus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pode rir agora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que o fio da maldade se en&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/Scl9LV-mT5I/AAAAAAAAANM/CVW-mGr6j9A/s1600-h/dsgsdgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rola.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra nós, todo o amor do mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/Scl9ZuzfQEI/AAAAAAAAANU/XZD4FAcMju8/s1600-h/dsgsdgd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316918716101771330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/Scl9ZuzfQEI/AAAAAAAAANU/XZD4FAcMju8/s400/dsgsdgd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra eles, o outro lado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu digo mal me quer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser assim, eu não prefiro assim com você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Juntinho, sem caber de imaginar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até o fim raiar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra nós, todo o amor do mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra eles, o outro lado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu digo mal me quer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ninguém escapa o peso de viver assim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser assim, eu não...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prefiro assim com você..... Juntinho, sem caber de imaginar......Até o fim raiar"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visitem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=48570892"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=48570892&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="_linkInterstitial('http://www.fotolog.net/banda_foxie'); return false;" href="http://www.fotolog.net/banda_foxie" target="_blank"&gt;www.fotolog.net/banda_foxie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=13275580437417716820"&gt;http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Profile.aspx?uid=13275580437417716820&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Elxuxuzito"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=Elxuxuzito&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onclick="_closeFloat('sharedFloatParent'); return true;" href="http://www.myspace.com/bandafoxie" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/bandafoxie&lt;/a&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/349444150452751981-7848505086874865386?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7848505086874865386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/7848505086874865386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/7848505086874865386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy.html' title='JOy'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/Scl9ZuzfQEI/AAAAAAAAANU/XZD4FAcMju8/s72-c/dsgsdgd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-2836799338043619251</id><published>2009-03-20T18:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T19:00:56.618-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FOXIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScQRhVUKlcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dswO2D4Bt4k/s1600-h/54yy45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315392724559107522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScQRhVUKlcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dswO2D4Bt4k/s400/54yy45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olá galera, passando para atualizar novamente e para fuçar até esse blog ficar bacana =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por enquanto o conteúdo está sendo mais coisas pessoais, mas logo logo isso irá mudar e sempre teremos um nosso assunto para postar por aqui...&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;Fotinha do show do Poser Club de janeiro, na foto (Ray,Báh, Lê, eu e Nath) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GO GO FOXIE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraço gente!!! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-2836799338043619251?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2836799338043619251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/foxie.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2836799338043619251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/2836799338043619251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/foxie.html' title='FOXIE'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScQRhVUKlcI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dswO2D4Bt4k/s72-c/54yy45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-5968432655071618036</id><published>2009-03-17T18:50:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:02:16.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Postando para atualizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto galerinha fodaaa no Hard Rock Café....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I know what I likeI know I like dancin' with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScAdeZ6mQUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/thXDvt5fO-A/s1600-h/galerinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314279968487129410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScAdeZ6mQUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/thXDvt5fO-A/s320/galerinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know what you likeI know you like dancin' with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeahKiss me onceKiss me twiceC'mon pretty baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me deadly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até a próxima....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/349444150452751981-5968432655071618036?l=dricakinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5968432655071618036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/5968432655071618036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/349444150452751981/posts/default/5968432655071618036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dricakinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Adriele Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01799984704827251858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/S5D3zwor6lI/AAAAAAAAARM/HgIG-KpGhwc/S220/1263387248390_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/ScAdeZ6mQUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/thXDvt5fO-A/s72-c/galerinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349444150452751981.post-7189952602402560236</id><published>2009-03-10T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:44:26.914-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banda Foxie'/><title type='text'>Primeira postagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhkIJtVVfqE/SbcJSsQb7SI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lrHQQalG4Gw/s1600-h/foxie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311724502229183778" style="DISPLAY: block; 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