<?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-378633342488691594</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:04:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias de Elza</title><subtitle type='html'>Mais de oito décadas de vida, amor e luta. Sem desistir apesar de...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378633342488691594/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Memórias de Elza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869468628961201863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378633342488691594.post-893819086458162523</id><published>2009-02-19T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:56:40.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juventude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2cRGGKl-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NLVVHSjj73I/s1600-h/05_10_criancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304567753620494306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2cRGGKl-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NLVVHSjj73I/s320/05_10_criancas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt; Juventude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juventude! És algo maravilhosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És força que conduz aos nossos anseios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És remédio cicatrizante das decepções,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos levando a procurar outros meios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juventude! Tu nos ajudas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das quedas nos levantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esperança te acompanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando-nos forças para lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu és tão linda, quanto ousada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu desafias, aquele que te intimida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque és força viva, em cada vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pena, que tão rápida sejas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa existência nos dando prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos deixando o desejo, de jovem sempre ser.&lt;br /&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/378633342488691594-893819086458162523?l=memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/feeds/893819086458162523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/2009/02/juventude.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378633342488691594/posts/default/893819086458162523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378633342488691594/posts/default/893819086458162523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/2009/02/juventude.html' title='Juventude.'/><author><name>Memórias de Elza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869468628961201863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2cRGGKl-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/NLVVHSjj73I/s72-c/05_10_criancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-378633342488691594.post-7880798207986021848</id><published>2009-02-19T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:44:03.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304547495260859826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2J1502LbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v1WmdEQIclw/s320/caminhos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Viver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Viver é nascer sem saber porque,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar, correr, parar, lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É  preciso sobreviver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É surgir ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejos, ambições, desabrocham em cada ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É necessário vencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decepções, desenganos, frustrações sempre se vai ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é bom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perder, é ganhar, é sentir algo fugir sem poder segurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dar-se sem sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É machucar-se, é perdoar.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É buscar sempre o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É encontrar o pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estar firme, é tropeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter amigos e surgir inimigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ajudar, é cair, é levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É adiante ter que ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sonhar, é chorar, é entender.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Viver é também morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2J1502LbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v1WmdEQIclw/s1600-h/caminhos.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/378633342488691594-7880798207986021848?l=memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/feeds/7880798207986021848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/2009/02/viver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378633342488691594/posts/default/7880798207986021848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/378633342488691594/posts/default/7880798207986021848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoriasdeelza.blogspot.com/2009/02/viver.html' title='Viver'/><author><name>Memórias de Elza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04869468628961201863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bFh4n4P8Qmk/SZ2J1502LbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v1WmdEQIclw/s72-c/caminhos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
