<?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-1415896723458370624</id><updated>2011-12-01T16:34:50.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio Bossa Nova e Rock'n Roll</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7130754033306014993</id><published>2011-12-01T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:34:50.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Primeiro de dezembro de 2011... Parafraseando minha amiga Luana Siqueira, esse sim é o Inicio do Fim.&lt;br /&gt;Inicio do fim do decorrente ano. Em 30 dias estaremos entrando no ano de 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa epoca do ano sempre um pouco complicado. Acabo entrando em uma nostalgia sem tamanho, mas também serve pra refletir o que se passou nesses últimos 11 meses da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou passar a virada do ano na Prainha e depois da meia noite vou até o mar pular minhas ondinhas, fazer meus pedidos, agradecer os que foram realizados nesse ano e acima de tudo agradecer as coisas maravilhosas que aconteceram esse ano e que certamente foram presentes de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecer também por certos pedidos que não foram realizados e que agora, refletindo sobre os acontecimentos desse ano, eu vejo que foi a melhor coisa que aconteceu. Às vezes, pedimos algumas coisas e não temos a noção das consequencias que elas nos trarão.&amp;nbsp;Deus sabe exatamente o que é melhor para cada um e eu acredito Nele!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi muitas coisas também... e o principal é que sou MUITO MELHOR do que penso que sou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei muito nesses últimos meses e isso é notório para quem me conhece. Obvio que continuo a mesma palhaça de sempre... isso não tem como mudar... é minha essência.&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredito que estou mais madura em alguns sentidos. Não digo por questão de idade porque, apesar de me chamarem de velha, eu ainda tenho só 23 anos e tenho muita vida pela frente, muitas barreiras pra enfrentar, muita parede pra dar de cara e aprender com as minha quedas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças sempre são bem vindas, independente da circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ainda vou mudar muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa eu sei que nunca mudará....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu SEMPRE vou ACREDITAR!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7130754033306014993?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7130754033306014993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7130754033306014993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7130754033306014993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7130754033306014993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/12/primeiro-de-dezembro-de-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8340590776857598994</id><published>2011-11-29T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:56:35.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Às vezes, nem eu me entendo!&lt;br /&gt;Também não entendo o motivo de me preocupar... certas coisas não se explica, apenas se sente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8340590776857598994?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8340590776857598994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8340590776857598994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8340590776857598994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8340590776857598994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-vezes-nem-eu-me-entendo-tambem-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7255461051429541058</id><published>2011-10-04T14:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T14:50:35.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Hoje nem eu to me entendendo... =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7255461051429541058?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7255461051429541058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7255461051429541058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7255461051429541058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7255461051429541058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoje-nem-eu-to-me-entendendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5448099154281146979</id><published>2011-09-28T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T15:25:21.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana punk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Depois de dois dias seguidos de conselho de classe, o dia inteiro, finalmente minha cabeça consegue descansar. Foi muito cansativo, ainda mais com a presença dos alunos no inicio. O proximo trimestre é só com os professores... é a decisão final! Ou passa ou fica! Nem quero ver... se a do segundo trimestre algusn alunos ja foram "empurrados" no do terceiro vai ser uma coisa....&lt;br /&gt;Sei que depois desses dois dias eu NUNCA MAIS quero ser aluna. hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Todos os professores do Jerônimo vão estar no mesmo Trem em direção ao inferno, junto com os meus amigos do PJC!! Gente ruim!!! heheheehehehehehehhehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todo stress dessa semana e da correria pra fechar as notas, foi muito divertido e conheci melhor alguns colegas de trabalho. Só tem, aproximadamente, mais uns 50 dias de aula. Agora é correr pra vencer o conteúdo e fazer aquelas criaturam recuperaram aquelas notas terríveis!!!! Vamo que vamo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5448099154281146979?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5448099154281146979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5448099154281146979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5448099154281146979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5448099154281146979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/09/semana-punk.html' title='Semana punk'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4699324873863566879</id><published>2011-09-27T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:37:48.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Momento muito nostalgia revendo todas as postagens do blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viver tem que ser perturbador, é preciso que nossos anjos e demônios sejam despertados, e com eles sua raiva, seu orgulho, seu asco, sua adoraçao ou seu desprezo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4699324873863566879?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4699324873863566879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4699324873863566879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4699324873863566879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4699324873863566879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/09/momento-muito-nostalgia-revendo-todas.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6815262691411374313</id><published>2011-09-27T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:05:36.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Nossa... agora vi que estou sem atualizar essa bagaça desde julho. Tinha até esquecido meu querido Blog!! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;A vida mudou tanto nos últimos meses...&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/1415896723458370624-6815262691411374313?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6815262691411374313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6815262691411374313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6815262691411374313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6815262691411374313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/09/nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-1370782204559938103</id><published>2011-07-10T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:17:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Ando com uma vontade tão grande de receber todos os afetos, todos os carinhos, todas as atenções. Quero colo, quero beijo, quero cafuné, abraço apertado, mensagem na madrugada, quero flores, quero doces, quero música, vento, cheiros, quero parar de me doar e começar a receber. Sabe, eu acho que não sei fechar ciclos, colocar pontos finais. Comigo são sempre vírgulas, aspas, reticências. Eu vou gostando, eu vou cuidando, eu vou desculpando, eu vou superando, eu vou compreendendo, eu vou relevando, eu vou, e continuo indo, assim, desse jeito, sem virar páginas, sem colocar pontos. E vou dando muito de mim, e aceitando o pouquinho que os outros tem para me dar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-1370782204559938103?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1370782204559938103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=1370782204559938103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1370782204559938103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1370782204559938103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/07/ando-com-uma-vontade-tao-grande-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8178642432820483739</id><published>2011-07-04T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T17:27:23.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escorpião - Amor - Sexualidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Escorpião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Amor: Entrega-se ao amor de corpo e alma, como se fosse uma batalha. Sente-o como um fogo devorador, uma furia, uma verdadeira possessão. É o reino da paixão e dos&amp;nbsp;excessos,&amp;nbsp;com impulsos tanto vitais quanto destrutivos. O escorpiano que ama não multiplicará as experiências amorosas. Viverá prisioneiro do seu desejoainda que tenha que descer aos mesmos infernos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A MULHER: É preciso prescindir dos preconceitos estabelecidos, ja que os apelidos de "vampi", "anjo negro" do amor&amp;nbsp;e inclusive "Carmen" (de Bizet", surgem com demasiada dacilidade. Uma mulher de escorpião busca o amor absoluto, total, não suporta que o homem a quem ama seja falível. A intuição unida a lucidez do signo, faz com que a escorpiana veja melhor que outras mulheres a fragilidade do amor. Por isso, aparece um sentimento de insegurança permanente que pode potencializar sua agressividade, até converter-se numa pessoa que fere. Se é destrutiva, nãi será consequencia da educação feminina, ainda muito presente? No amor age segundo seu conhecimento proundo sa vida e da morte. Para um simples mortal, não será facil responder as suas exigências; mas, se o homeme responde aos seus desejos, não tera amante mais fiel e mais feminina que ela até sua morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Sexualidade: A sensualidade de Escorpião sempre está oculta na escuridão, em jogos de sombra que favorecem os prazeres íntimos, secretos. Seu apetite sexual é uma luta constante contra a morte. Quer destrui-la no amor... mas, o que destrói é precisamente o amor, acabando por perder-se em um labirinto de obsessões e desejos insatisfeitos. É insaciavel, sempre tem sede... de amor, de infinito, de eternidade... com a mesma intensidade que o impulso erótico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8178642432820483739?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8178642432820483739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8178642432820483739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8178642432820483739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8178642432820483739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/07/ecorpiao-amor.html' title='Escorpião - Amor - Sexualidade'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5074966302907451068</id><published>2011-05-30T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:14:30.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>de coração aberto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Já faz um tempo que eu não uso o blog pra me abrir, soltar para fora os meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Não ando numa fase muito boa, mas isso é questão de tempo... o problema é que quando meu emocional ta abatido, meu corpo reage da mesma maneira. Já fiquei de cama duas vezes no mesmo mês. E como eu tenho o "talento" de não demosntrar visualmente para as pessoas quando eu não to bem, acabo guardando tudo em mim mesma. E to vendo que isso não é legal!&lt;br /&gt;O mês de maio, nos últimos 10 anos, nunca foi um mês muito bom na minha vida. Perdi pessoas especiais demais no decorrer desses 30 dias, nesses últimos anos. E esse não não foi diferente... A uma semana atrás perdi a minha pequena Dara e isso não ta sendo nada fácil. A casa ta mais vazia, um pedaço do meu mundo se foi. Ela esteve presente comigo por quase 15 anos e o amor e o carinho que eu sinto por ela não tem explicação. Eu sei que eu to com saudade e isso não vai acabar.To buscando forças pra seguir de tudo que&amp;nbsp; é lugar. Família, amigos, fé. A dor da saudade eu não vou deixar de sentir, mas ela vai aliviando com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Andei pensando muito em mim, nesses ultimos dias. Pode até parecer egoísmo, mas eu nunca tinha feito isso antes. Chorar todos&amp;nbsp;as&amp;nbsp;noites me fez querer mudar, me valorizar mais!&lt;br /&gt;É tudo questão de tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já cai e me levantei. Sei que posso me reerguer de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou muito sincera comigo mesma, mas aprendi que às vezes não é bom ser sincera com todos. Na vida se comete muitos erros, e eu já cometi muitos. Mas todos servem como um aprendizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ter dito que te amo pode ter sido o meu maior erro, mas foi minha maior verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1415896723458370624-5074966302907451068?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5074966302907451068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5074966302907451068' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5074966302907451068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5074966302907451068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/05/de-coracao-aberto.html' title='de coração aberto'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-1928521628631572487</id><published>2011-05-20T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:40:49.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Frequentar a academia tem sido quase como uma terapia para mim. E tem sido tão bom! &lt;br /&gt;Os guris são uns amores e fazer aula junto com a Kaka não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a conclusão que somos as palhaças de lá... Duas sedentárias, que quase morrem fazendo os exercícios, mas que mesmo assim dão risada. A gente se diverte!!&lt;br /&gt;Parei de pensar bobagem e pensar mais em MIM. Me valorizar... era isso que tava faltando! s2&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/1415896723458370624-1928521628631572487?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1928521628631572487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=1928521628631572487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1928521628631572487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1928521628631572487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/05/frequentar-academia-tem-sido-quase-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3263947749024303292</id><published>2011-05-06T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T18:38:58.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Estava satisfeita só em ser tua amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que será, que aconteceu comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde foi que eu errei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me pergunto se eu não entendi errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande amizade com estar apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for só isso logo vai passar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando toca o telefone, será você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que estiver fazendo eu paro de fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se fica muito tempo sem me ligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranjo uma desculpa pra te procurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tola, mais eu não consigo evitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só vivo pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivo acordada a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes penso ser um sonho impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilusão terrível será?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu pedi tanto em oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que seja feita a vontade de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele quiser, então, não importa quando, onde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu vou ter teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço tudo pra chamar sua atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando eu meto os pés pelas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engulo a seco um ciúme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando outra apaixonada quer tirar de mim sua atenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração apaixonado é bobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso teu e ele derrete todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu charme, seu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua fala mansa me faz delirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quanta coisa aconteceu e foi dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer mínimo detalhe era pista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que ficaram para trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que você nem lembra mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu guardo tudo aqui no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo estudando seu jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo esperando uma chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei tanto com esse romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tola, mas eu não consigo evitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só vivo pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sem querer, você não sai da minha cabeça mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só vivo acordada a sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginar nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso ser um sonho impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma ilusão terrível será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu pedi tanto em oração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as portas do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se abrissem pra eu te conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que seja feita a vontade de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ele quiser, então, não importa quando, onde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu vou ter teu coração!&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/1415896723458370624-3263947749024303292?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3263947749024303292/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3263947749024303292' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3263947749024303292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3263947749024303292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/05/pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em você'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2073072143227792049</id><published>2011-05-02T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T18:48:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seja mais que importante, seja raro.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Poupe para a aposentadoria começando com seu primeiro salário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Sele a paz com seu passado para que ele não estrague seu presente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem ideia do que se trata a jornada deles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite não como resposta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a cueca elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Prepare-se bastante, depois deixe-se levar pela maré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade além de você. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Encare cada "chamado" desastre com essas palavras: Em cinco anos, vai importar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Sempre escolha a vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Perdoe tudo de todos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;31. Independentemente se a situação é boa ou ruim, irá mudar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Não se leve tão à sério. Ninguém mais leva... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;33. Acredite em milagres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Deus é, não pelo o que vc fez ou deixou de fazer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Envelhecer é melhor do que a alternativa: morrer jovem. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282;"&gt;37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #424282;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;38. Tudo o que realmente importa no final é que você amou.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Se todos jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;42. O melhor está por vir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Não importa como você se sinta, levante-se, vista-se e apareça. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Produza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2073072143227792049?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2073072143227792049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2073072143227792049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2073072143227792049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2073072143227792049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/05/seja-mais-que-importante-seja-raro.html' title='Seja mais que importante, seja raro.'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3566280184845549308</id><published>2011-05-01T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T18:09:20.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltamos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Ontem foi a data tão esperada! Dia 30 de abril do ano de 2011 é o dia que voltou o PJC.&lt;br /&gt;O encontro foi combinado para ser às 15h, na frente da Paróquia Divino Espírito Santo. Eu fui a primeira a chegar. A única PONTUAL! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sentada na escada, que dá para a entrada da casa paróquial, esperando o pessoal. Uns 5 min depois passa o André, vulgo Pipi, e me "sequestra" para ajudar na mudança da Daisy. Chego lá, o Émerson já me coloca na função de ajudar a montar um armário da cozinha. Não preciso dizer que isso não deu certo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Disse para o André ir até a frente da Igreja pra ver se tinha mais alguém por lá. Dito e feito, veio todo povo pra fazer nossa primeira MISSÃO... Ajudar na mudança da Daisy. hehehe &lt;br /&gt;Foi no mínimo engraçado... no fim, ninguém conseguiu montar o armário!&lt;br /&gt;Não terminamos nosso "encontro" durante a tarde... seguimos noite a dentro. Eu, Lais, Daniel e Daia, inventamos de fazer uma janta lá na casa da loiiira. Ela me biscou em casa, depois fomos buscar o Daniel. Mas só o Daniel não mora, ele se esconde. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Fomos no Zaffari (bah, isso é fazer propaganda de graça...) do StripCenter para comprar as coisas para fazer a janta. Quando a Lais estava estacionando, uma mulher muuuuuuuutcho loca, que estava saindo da vaga ao lado, bateu com tudo na porta traseira do carro. O barulho foi muito forte, nós ficamos apavorados dentro do carro sem saber o que fazer. Quando a Lais conseguiu descer pra ver o estrago, a mulher quase atropelou ela. Ninguém merece!!!!!! Pior que não estava nem bêbada. Era louca da cabeça mesmo. Passada essa confusão, compramos as coisas e fomos para a casa da Lais.&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz uma batida beeeem batizada com vodka e até o Daniel, que não bebe, se rendeu a ela. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;A janta tava booa demais e depois ficamos vendo fotos antigas para rirmos de nós mesmos! Sim... é sempre bom isso!! &lt;br /&gt;Quando pensamos que nossa noite ia ser calma, toca o telefone da Lais (isso quase 5h da manhã) e era uma amiga da Lisley dizendo que ela não estava muito bem... então nos mandamos para a CB para buscar ela. Nossas noites nunca acabam calmas, quando nós 4 nos juntamos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3566280184845549308?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3566280184845549308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3566280184845549308' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3566280184845549308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3566280184845549308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/05/voltamos.html' title='Voltamos!!!'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2903909624431254205</id><published>2011-04-25T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:21:18.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Via-Sacra 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com certeza o ano de 2011 está se tornando um ano de RENOVAÇÃO. Já de início, logo que voltei da praia, da virada do ano, abro minha página pessoal do site Orkut e lá teinha um recado da Daisy comunicando que ia ter a Via-Sacra na Paróquia e ela estava convidando a quem pudesse, para participar da encenação. Não pensei duas vezes e já respondi de cara que iria ajudar no que fosse necessário, a final de contas faziam 7 anos da última encenação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os ensios começaram logo após o feriado de carnaval, ou seja, tinhamos um pouco mais de um mês e meio para deixar tudo certo. Para nossa surpresa, muito material que usavamos se perdeu no decorrer desses 7 anos. O que mais nos preocupava eram as cruzes dos ladrões e as roupas. Felizmente, as roupas principais, de Jesus, Pilatos e de Maria, ainda estavam salvas. Também o tablado e a cruz de Jesus. Foram semanas de correria e trabalho duro. Mas todos os comprometidos com a encenação estavam prontos para ajudar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei nem como descrever a sensação que tive ao entrar naquela Igreja, depois de tanto tempo. E voltar com os meus amigo, que sempre foram minha segunda família, não tem preço. Fomos recebidos de coração aberto pelo Padre. Depois de muito tempo, posso dizer que me sento bem lá dentro, de novo. Um sentimento de paz interior muito forte no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTWzvub3S-s/TbYhiAMVq5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/L6HsWY5I5x4/s1600/217416_1918648158469_1009953052_2304296_2521524_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTWzvub3S-s/TbYhiAMVq5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/L6HsWY5I5x4/s320/217416_1918648158469_1009953052_2304296_2521524_n.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Durante os ensaios sairam muitas pérolas... Isso não é de se espantar, ainda mais quando se juntam pessoas que se conhecem muito bem e a muito tempo. Um grupo de amigos trabalhando pelo mesmo ideal. Voltamos a reviver nossa família e o Flavio voltou a ser chamado de Biso!! hehehe No fundo ele gosta... Nem reclama mais.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das primeiras pérolas que apareceu, durante os ensaios, era a fala na qual Pilatos pergunta "A quem quereis que eu solte? Barrabás ou Jesus de Nazareno?" E o povo responde: "Barrabás". Então Pilatos pergunta novamente "Que mal fez jesus?" e o povo responde: "Barrabás!" O Pipi demorou pra engolir essa frase... mas não aceitou! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Outro momento memorável foi quando Jesus, sendo crussificado na cruz, solta um grito muito curioso, no qual não estava no roteiro... "Daisy, cadê o INRI???"&amp;nbsp; Ham? Não preciso que todo mundo caiu na gargalhada né...&lt;br /&gt;O sarcedote, coitado, decorou a fala dele com um PEQUENO equivoco e nada o fazia acertar aquela frase. Ele deveria olhar para Jesus na cruz e dizer "Tu que destroi o templo E O RECONSTRÓI em três dias..." porém sempra saiia desse jeito... "Tu que destroi O&amp;nbsp;TEMPLO EM TRÊS DIAS..." Poxa... Jesus devia ser muito ruim... Demorar três dia para destruir o templo é tempo demias né!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por último, mas não menos importante, nos últimos ensaios a Luana convenceu alguns amigos a participarem da encenação, pois ainda faltava muita gente pra completar o elenco. Um&amp;nbsp;dos meninos ficou com o papel do Mau ladrão, no qual teria uma singela frase, com um ar de deboche para Cristo. Era algo do tipo "Salva-te a ti e a nós tembém" Porém essa mesma frase saiu um pouquinho engraçada... "Salva-te a ti... e a nósss... tambêêêm". Só faltou Cristo olhar para o lado e dizer "Hum... é mesmo?" hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na quinta-feira, dia 21 de abril, aconteceu a vigilia do Corpo do Santíssimo. O horário do pessoal da Via-Sacra era das 23h às 00:00h. A partir da 00:00h montamos o cenário. O dia de encenação, dia 22 de abril de 2011, foi uma tarde de calor intenso! O pessoal foi chegando, alguns para a Missa das 15h e outros com o decorrer das horas. A Luana e eu tivemos a função de catar galhos e folhas secas para colocar no Calvario. Que chatisse!! hehehe &lt;br /&gt;Havia previsão de chuva para a noite de sexta-feira, porém foi muito mais do que o esperado... Caiu um temporal na Cidade de Porto Alegre. Vários bairros faltaram luz, inclusive na Igreja... Ficamos à luz de velas e com lanternas. Ainda bem que estamos em pleno século XXI e os celulares também tem lanternas.&lt;br /&gt;Fazer as maquiagens no escuro foi uma experiência no mínimo curiosa. &lt;br /&gt;No final, tudo deu certo e os efeitos das velas ficou lindo! Quando se faz as coisas de coração, sempre da certo!&lt;br /&gt;Nada paga a felicidade de eu voltar a convivar toda a semana com os meus amigos. Lais, Larissa, Luana, Flavio, Daniel,&amp;nbsp;Daiana... rever pessoas que não via a 7 anos... Conhecer o pessoal novo e que estavam de coração aberto para tudo, também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a encenação, aquela tempestade na rua e nós fomos para o George comer pastel!! hehe No mesmo carro, A Lais, eu, Dai, Daniel e um amigo da Luana, o Giovane (Acho que é isso!!!)&lt;br /&gt;heuheuheuheuheuheuhuehuehuehuhe&lt;br /&gt;Depois ainda fomos buscar a Lisley... 5 criatura no carro. Fomos parar em todos os lugares de POA. Alguns não ficamos pq era caro e outros para estava fechado... Sim... sexta-feira Santa... a gente tava pedindo demais. Paramos até em ruas que não sabíamos como sair. Eu falei que estava chovendo??? hehehe No final, acabamos de madrugada no Cavanhas.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem muito mais histórias pra contar, mas eu já to cansada de digitar, tbm!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou lembrando de alguns detalhes e vou coloco aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando meio pra baixo nesses últimos dias... carência quando bate é complicado!!! Mas logo, logo passa... eu me conheço!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar a atualizar com mais frequência o blog, nem que seja pra eu abrir meu coraçãozinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijossss&lt;br /&gt;Camila Bertamoni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post dedicado a todos que participaram, de alguma maneira, da Via-Sacra. &lt;br /&gt;Em especial: Lais, Larissa, Luana,&amp;nbsp;Daiane, Daniel, Flavio, Daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2903909624431254205?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2903909624431254205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2903909624431254205' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2903909624431254205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2903909624431254205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-sacra-2011.html' title='Via-Sacra 2011'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTWzvub3S-s/TbYhiAMVq5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/L6HsWY5I5x4/s72-c/217416_1918648158469_1009953052_2304296_2521524_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-729718272522584650</id><published>2011-03-30T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T22:58:19.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Quem cura o queijo é o tempo. Quem cura as feridas e enxuga as lágrimas é o tempo. Quem nos conduz para a maturidade da vida é o tempo. Quem faz o fruto maduro, pronto para a degusta, é o tempo... Quem nos criou no tempo foi o próprio Deus, para que nossa jornada pudesse ser amadurecida pelo sol, regada pela chuva, amada pelos que caminham conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lute contra o tempo e nem permita que a ansiedade pelo amanhã retire de você a energia e o prazer de viver o hoje com gratidão e alegria. Lembre-se que o tempo cura o coração e possibilita novos amanheceres. Muitos transformam o sol em um risco amarelo, outros fazem de um risco amarelo o próprio sol... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-729718272522584650?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/729718272522584650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=729718272522584650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/729718272522584650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/729718272522584650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri quando o sol perder a luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sentires uma cruz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus ombros cansados doridos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri vai mentindo a sua dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao notar que tu sorris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo irá supor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que és feliz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2088501947746962261?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2088501947746962261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2088501947746962261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Formada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8573964318481384008?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8573964318481384008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8573964318481384008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8573964318481384008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8573964318481384008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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vida...&amp;nbsp;devemos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Matar aula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Correr na chuva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tomar um porre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dar risada até a barriga doer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mandar alguém tomar no c...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fazer uma loucura por alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Passar trote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tocar na campainha e sair correndo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Viajar com os amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Plantar uma árvore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ler um livro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fazer uma burrice gigantesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Chegar atrasado no trabalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Conseguir atestado pra não ir trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ouvir música no volúme máximo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Comer até passar mal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ser expulso da sala de aula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Receber/Dar flores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fazer/Receber uma surpresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Caminhar sem rumo por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Passar domingo vendo filme bem juntinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Roubar um beijo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Jogar tudo pro alto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tomar banho acompanhado(a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Gastar mais que o salário permite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Dar valor a quem nos ama&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/1415896723458370624-3024202212644253435?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3024202212644253435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3024202212644253435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3024202212644253435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3024202212644253435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-minimo-uma-vez-na-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3432717551586736046</id><published>2010-02-26T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:19:40.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Mais uma em um milhão,&lt;br /&gt;que não lhe deve satisfação,&lt;br /&gt;que não precisa da sua rejeição,&lt;br /&gt;muito menos da sua aprovação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquela menina tosca que você costuma chamar de amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Se todos que falassem mal de mim mal de mim soubessem o que penso sobre eles,&lt;br /&gt;falariam mais mal ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eles perdem tempo com isso,&lt;br /&gt;eu alcanço todos os meus objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas lamento, pois nao fiz um terço do que sou capaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A diferença entre eu e a Cinderella, é que meu encanto não acaba a meia noite.&lt;br /&gt;Não tente me entender e muito menos me julgar.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou perfeita e não nasci pra te agradar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a menina,&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo triste, sorri&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo feliz, chora&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo tímida, chama atenção&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo realista, se ilude&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo chata, é amada&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo de mau humor, é simpática&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo bobinha, sabe o que quer&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo santinha, sabe onde chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vidinha que é minha...só pro meu consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquela mal, paga-pau e faz igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que eu diga,&lt;br /&gt;você irá valorizar pelo que vê,&lt;br /&gt;julgar pelo que ouviu,&lt;br /&gt;e opinar pelo que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe com o que sou, e sim, com o que eu sou capaz!&lt;br /&gt;Agora levo a vida que sonhei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ideal seria que todas as pessoas soubessem amar o quanto elas sabem fingir"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3432717551586736046?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3432717551586736046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2728933977932401438</id><published>2009-12-16T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T08:29:35.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de um final de semana muito bom, a rotina retorna.&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira fui a Bento, visitar meus parente que não via desde março, quando fui a um show do Pouca Vogal lá no Bangalô. Sábado acordei cedinho e fui para Caxias passar o restinho de final de semana com a minha linda amiga, Patricia Borne. Amada!! Fez do meu final de semana uma alegria que só ela consegue.&amp;nbsp; O Dani também, demos muitas risadas. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Domingo quando retorno à Capital, recebo um excelente notícia... passei na Cadeira de Prática e&amp;nbsp;Pesquisa em&amp;nbsp;Museu! Menos um stresspara a semana. Segimda não fui a aula, pois os profºs haviam nos liberado da aula. Ontem no final da tarde, a Fabi, o Rafa e eu fomos ao lançamento de um livro no Memorial do Rio Grande do Sul, onde nossa colega Suzana está como nova diretora, e logo em seguida fomos para o IPA atrás das nossas notas de Prática Pedagógica VI. para minha surpresa e alegria, soube que já haviam colocado as notas de Brasil, História Contemporânea e Rio Grande do Sul na página do aluno e eu estou aprovada nas três. Uhul! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Vi minha nota de PP VI e também estoy aprovada. Agora só falta a mais temida... a nota da cadeira de ESTÀGIO! Dá até medo!!! ehehe&lt;br /&gt;Agora é esperar até sexta-feira para o veredito final!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite tem o show do Pouca Vogal no teatro do SESI. Pena a Paty não poder vir, faz tempo que não sei o que é assitir um show com ela. Ta certo que vimos a apresentação do Elvis de Faroupilha... hehe&lt;br /&gt;mas não é a mesma coisa. Bateu saudades dos shows da CQ. Das viagens. Das indiadas. Das festas. De TUDO!&lt;br /&gt;Bom, estou no trabalho. como se percebe está corrido aqui hoje! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Vou indo. Tem atividade hoje cultural no HNSC durante o dia todo, com exposição dos curtas que foram produzidos pelo curso Saúde na Tela do SindiBancários.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2728933977932401438?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2728933977932401438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2728933977932401438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2728933977932401438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2728933977932401438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/12/depois-de-um-final-de-semana-muito-bom.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5450404517842000310</id><published>2009-12-10T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T04:42:32.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ai,ai,ai... depois de longos meses, volto a escrever aqui. Semestre foi corrido... Trabalhos, artigo. Uma correria atrás da outra, mas já está quase acabendo, só resta pela frente mais um trabalho do Profº Ramiro, na cadeira de História Contemporânea&amp;nbsp; II. E sejamos sinceros, desnecessário trabalhinho uma hora dessas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem foi minha banca. Realmente foi uma merda! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Mais eles gostaram do meu txto, acho que isso já é alguma coisa. Ou não também, vai saber!&lt;br /&gt;Meu orientador me deu muita força, foi realmente um "pai", principalmente na banca. O cara é bom!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a paz voltou a reinar novamente na minha cabeça. Agora é só esperar o resultados e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Estava&amp;nbsp;fuxicando no blog dos meus queridos colegas Luxiuosos, quando me deparo com a contagem regressiva para a tão esperada colação de grau. Faltam 35 dias, não dá nem pra acreditar nisso! Sae quando ainda não caiu a ficha? Pois bem, é exatamente isso.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso correr e organizar os preparativos da festa, que aind anão vi nada!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre, sábias palavras de minha mãe, eu deixo tudo pra última hora. Isso já rotina, pra tudo! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom,&amp;nbsp;me voy!&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a trabalhar, que o melhor que faço. Ou menos ruim, isso&amp;nbsp;vai da perspectiva de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Estava com saudades de escrver aqui. Agora está mais do que certo, voltei!&lt;br /&gt;Beijãoo a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5450404517842000310?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5450404517842000310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5450404517842000310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5450404517842000310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5450404517842000310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/12/aiaiai.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7456730630195795859</id><published>2009-08-29T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:27:11.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um futebol luxiuoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnxdP91ZDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WebLBZNmf7k/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375593115047781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnxdP91ZDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WebLBZNmf7k/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnxI7-ezAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/iPRNV2vd1OY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375592766084402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnxI7-ezAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/iPRNV2vd1OY/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Spnwjf-BzVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TfVx8ww4svQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375592122911149394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Spnwjf-BzVI/AAAAAAAAAcw/TfVx8ww4svQ/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnwRdEt6RI/AAAAAAAAAco/n1DKS_E7iYs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375591812896254226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnwRdEt6RI/AAAAAAAAAco/n1DKS_E7iYs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Spnv9R2dxRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r6NdK4dap5A/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375591466286302482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Spnv9R2dxRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/r6NdK4dap5A/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1415896723458370624-7456730630195795859?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7456730630195795859/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7456730630195795859' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7456730630195795859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7456730630195795859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-futebol-luxiuoso.html' title='Um futebol luxiuoso'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SpnxdP91ZDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WebLBZNmf7k/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5067593316632433910</id><published>2009-07-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:48:23.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor de Irmão (Cazuza)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está chegando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um novo tempo de paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junto com a chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indo embora pro mar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E num improviso de jazz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossas manias se encontram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está chegando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um novo tempo de paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto faz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com quem esteja a razão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos ser amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfrentar os perigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não amargar nenhuma tensão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto faz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor de irmão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá valendo mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que antigamente era vida ou morte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi ficando real, mais forte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nossos corações já não sofrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do mal da última palavra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nossas conversas serão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doces sobremesas calmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tá valendo mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que qualquer coisa na vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais do que qualquer grilo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tanto que a gente amou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ficou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz dia do AMIGO!!!!&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/1415896723458370624-5067593316632433910?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5067593316632433910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5067593316632433910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5067593316632433910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Esse quinto semestre tava de "lascar".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7788541115244224541?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7788541115244224541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7788541115244224541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7788541115244224541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7788541115244224541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html' title='Férias!'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6394399544545776652</id><published>2009-07-05T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:34:04.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Essa gripe me pegou de mal jeito, que só vendo.&lt;br /&gt;Segunda e terça tenho G2... que bacana! hehe&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ficar bem logo, quinta eu to indo pra Fortaleza, tenho que estar 100%!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de terça acho que eu volto aqui, pq tudo vai estar mais tranquilo.&lt;br /&gt;Venho me despedir... ;)&lt;br /&gt;Em uma semana estareii de volta... vai ser muito bom!!&lt;br /&gt;Beijãooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atchim!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6394399544545776652?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6394399544545776652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6394399544545776652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6394399544545776652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6394399544545776652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/07/essa-gripe-me-pegou-de-mal-jeito-que-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5175432511134638950</id><published>2009-07-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:39:40.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4tE2ZjX-jM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4tE2ZjX-jM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5175432511134638950?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5175432511134638950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5175432511134638950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5175432511134638950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5175432511134638950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-1431701489287946669</id><published>2009-07-03T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T10:31:05.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Depois de um tempo sumida daqui, voltei. Com essa correria da faculdade... provas, trabalhos, projeto de pesquisa, artigo ... não me sobra tempo pra mais nada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje é um dia tenso. Notas do Éder e da Claudira... Só de pensar da me da vontade de sair correndo. Realmente, muito medo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se pegar g2, o findii vai ser de estudos e mais estudos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tudo bem, faltam apenas 06 dias para minha viagem mesmo. Anciosa é pouco! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bom, amanhã eu volto. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beijão a todos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-1431701489287946669?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1431701489287946669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=1431701489287946669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1431701489287946669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1431701489287946669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/07/depois-de-um-tempo-sumida-daqui-voltei.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3914728990372542439</id><published>2009-06-03T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:57:03.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic31Quxj3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JJ6HTb-7DE4/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300871062130546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic31Quxj3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JJ6HTb-7DE4/s400/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic3ZsIlNWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wb42RAa3sa8/s1600-h/w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300397381793122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic3ZsIlNWI/AAAAAAAAAbI/wb42RAa3sa8/s400/w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic3NgwKYGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xkU6a__mwEM/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343300188168151138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic3NgwKYGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/xkU6a__mwEM/s400/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1415896723458370624-3914728990372542439?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3914728990372542439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3914728990372542439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3914728990372542439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3914728990372542439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/06/ate-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sic31Quxj3I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JJ6HTb-7DE4/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8649977721600289267</id><published>2009-06-02T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:22:07.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SiVfbDyLl_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TWObXcRORl4/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342781451421849586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SiVfbDyLl_I/AAAAAAAAAa4/TWObXcRORl4/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu não sei o que eu to fazendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas eu tenho que fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquela TARDE que eu te conheci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu acho, que nunca vou esquecer..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8649977721600289267?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8649977721600289267/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8649977721600289267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6267196457150195488</id><published>2009-05-26T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:31:40.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandamentos para uma vida feliz!</title><content type='html'>* coma somente se tiver fome...&lt;br /&gt;* durma somente se tiver sono...&lt;br /&gt;* abrace muito... beije mais ainda e ria, já que a vida é de graça...&lt;br /&gt;* peça! sempre haverá alguém que lhe dará o que você está esperando...&lt;br /&gt;* despeça-se do que já passou... quem vive de passado é museu...&lt;br /&gt;* pare de se preocupar...&lt;br /&gt;* perdoe-se por suas burrices e fracassos...&lt;br /&gt;* lembre-se de "orar" para agradecer. você já recebeu mais do que suficiente  para crescer e ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;* não perca tempo em discussões inúteis... ao invés de brigar cante uma canção...&lt;br /&gt;* adote a filosofia do cavalo na parada de 7 de setembro: andando, cagando e sendo aplaudido...&lt;br /&gt;* cuide de si mesmo como se estivesse cuidando do seu melhor amigo...&lt;br /&gt;* expresse sua individualidade...&lt;br /&gt;* faça alguma coisa que sempre desejou fazer, mas que tinha vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;* cometa novos erros...&lt;br /&gt;* simplifique sua vida...&lt;br /&gt;* deixe bagunçado...&lt;br /&gt;* acredite no amor...&lt;br /&gt;* grandes amizades não se perdem em pequenas disputas. se, se perderem, é porque não eram nem amizades, muito menos grande...&lt;br /&gt;* saiba que muitas vezes a felicidade de quem está do seu lado depende da sua felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siga os mandamentos e... seja feliz SEMPRE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6267196457150195488?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-604327672479530263</id><published>2009-05-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T19:58:47.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"Sonhos se vão nessa tormenta, quero acordar ao saber, se vida é real..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na escuridão das flores - Cidadão Quem&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-604327672479530263?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/604327672479530263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=604327672479530263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/604327672479530263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/604327672479530263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/05/sonhos-se-vao-nessa-tormenta-quero.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-798675992167780887</id><published>2009-05-07T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:38:44.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Essa vaii pela de hoje! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Podemos enganar alguns por todo tempo, todos por algum tempo, mas não podemos enganar todos por todo tempo."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/p&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/1415896723458370624-798675992167780887?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4898361189875598786</id><published>2009-05-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:52:58.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Perguntas nunca são indiscretas. As respostas às vezes sim." Óscar Wilde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4898361189875598786?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4898361189875598786/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4898361189875598786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4898361189875598786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4898361189875598786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/05/perguntas-nunca-sao-indiscretas.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7134370978898008344</id><published>2009-05-05T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:13:14.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acho que com essa eu ganho!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só ficar na torcida!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oláá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu nome é Camila Fernandes Bertamoni, tenho 20 anos, moro no bairro Cristo Redentor, em POA/RS (bem pertinho de onde será o evento que o capital participará). Estudante universitária de História e, principalmente, fã incindicional do Capital Inicial. Afinal de contas, cresci ouvindo a banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, minha justificativa é mais do que convincente.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, em todos esses anos acompanhando a carreria da banda, tenho no meu "curriculum" apenas um show. Isso é uma coisa que eu não me perdoo até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo, esse show foi em dezembro de 2007 no Theatro do Bourbon Country aqui em POA. Naquela época eu fui com meu ex-namorado, ciumento demais, enlouqueceu principalmente quando eu gritei para o Dinho. Resumindo, não consegui realizar meu maior sonho: CONHECER OS GAROTOS DA BANDA. Mas agora chegou a minha hora!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu fiz de tudo pra ficar o mais próximo possível da banda nesse festiva, comprei ingresso VIP para ficar bem na frente do palco e não perder nenhum detalhe desse show que estou esperando a mais de um ano. E o melhor é que eu vou somente para ver o show do Capital Inicial, pois não gosto de nenhuma das outras bandas que irão participar. Só pelo Capital, mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, me ajudem a realizar o sonho de conhecer vocês! Meu ano de formatura, também seria um presente maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Queria autografar os cds que tenho. Eles são os meus tesouros!!&lt;br /&gt;Prometo tirar as melhores fotos e registrar cada momento do show. Não irei tirar o olho do palco um minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu não mereço ser escolhida para o Comandos Capital? Acredito que sim!&lt;br /&gt;Beijão"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7134370978898008344?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7134370978898008344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7134370978898008344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7134370978898008344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7134370978898008344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/05/acho-que-com-essa-eu-ganho-agora-e-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7178776961083643748</id><published>2009-04-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T20:00:50.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfkUGnC4K7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6blNlGKByLY/s1600-h/166498335_49a1367394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330313737762515890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfkUGnC4K7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6blNlGKByLY/s400/166498335_49a1367394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta chegando!!!!!!!!!! Dia 08/05 na Fiergs. O mais esperado da noite!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7178776961083643748?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7178776961083643748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7178776961083643748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7178776961083643748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7178776961083643748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/ta-chegando-dia-0805-na-fiergs.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfkUGnC4K7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/6blNlGKByLY/s72-c/166498335_49a1367394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8414514511017356301</id><published>2009-04-24T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:13:53.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfHEA-y9sYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tOj1EGEir1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328255355291808130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfHEA-y9sYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tOj1EGEir1Q/s320/IMG_0422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é um dia diferente, não sei explicar exatamente o porque, mas é. Parando pra pensar agora, me lembrei que a um ano atrás eu estava em uma cadeira, de um estúdio de tetuagens, fazendo uma homenagem, a não só uma banda, mas também meus amigos. Mas que até aquele momento eu não tinha noção de quão "grande" isso se tornaria. Muita pessoas se perguntam e até mesmo me questionam, por que tattuar "Cidadão Quem, eternamente", nas tuas costas? Às vezes, nem eu sei a resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um certo dia o Duca me fez essa mesma pergunta. Eu dei voltas e voltas... Em suma, não falei nada com nada. É o tipo de coisa que não tem uma explicação lógica ou até mesmo concreta. Fiz porque no momento era o que eu sentia, na verdade é o que sinto, não foi como aquelas reações coisas que temos por impulso. Eternamente? Sim, eternamente! Sei que no papel nada dura para sempre, também que sei os guris já estão não tem mais vinte anos. Mesmo que um dia a banda acabe, ela vai ser eterna na memória de quem a acompanhou. Ela será eterna na minha memória! E isso certamente será passado para as próximas gerações. Não estão querendo dizer que a Cidadão vai ser um Beatles ou até mesmo o Elvys (afinal de contas dizem que não morreu), mas ela tem sua história arquivada. Novamente desandeii o assunto e não respondi a questão da tatuagem. Bom, só sei que agora ela é parte de mim, me completa de alguma maneira que eu ainda vou descobrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não posso esquecer de dar os parabéns ao Éverton hoje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijãooo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8414514511017356301?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8414514511017356301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8414514511017356301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8414514511017356301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8414514511017356301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-e-um-dia-diferente-nao-sei.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SfHEA-y9sYI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tOj1EGEir1Q/s72-c/IMG_0422.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3108406049931384129</id><published>2009-04-23T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:18:43.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lá se vai mais uma madrugada eu aqui, sem conseguir dormir. Essas noites de ensônia estão me matando. Isso não é nada bom. Nada bom mesmo! Hoje tive a primeira consulta com a nova doutora psiquiatra. Nossa, realmente saí me sentindo bem dessa consulta, consegui pegar confiiança de cara e isso é muito bom, coisa que eu não tinha com o outro médico. Acho que no próximo mês já estarei com um remédio a menos. Sem dúvidas, essa foii a melhor notícia da semana. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já são 2:17 da manhã, preciso ao menos tentar dormir. Se eu não me ajudar também, não tem jeito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3108406049931384129?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3108406049931384129/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3108406049931384129' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3108406049931384129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3108406049931384129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-se-vai-mais-uma-madrugada-eu-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8440817335682166709</id><published>2009-04-08T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:44:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sd2IZCUQtWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FGvF9lCEVWM/s1600-h/assinada+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322560298321753442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sd2IZCUQtWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FGvF9lCEVWM/s400/assinada+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Caralho meu!!! foii foda o show!! sem palavras... (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vou só deixar uma letra de música, porque nada que eu escreva aqui, vai descrever a sensação que tive essa noite. beijãoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Epitáfio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Composição: Sérgio Britto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devia ter amado mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter chorado mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter visto o sol nascer &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devia ter arriscado mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E até errado mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter feito o que eu queria fazer... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ter aceitado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas como elas são &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um sabe alegria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a dor que traz no coração... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O acaso vai me proteger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O acaso vai me proteger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu andar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devia ter complicado menos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trabalhado menos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devia ter me importado menos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com problemas pequenos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter morrido de amor... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Queria ter aceitado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida como ela é &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cada um cabe alegrias &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E a tristeza que vier...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O acaso vai me proteger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu andar distraído &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O acaso vai me proteger &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto eu andar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devia ter complicado menos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trabalhado menos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter visto o sol se pôr...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8440817335682166709?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8440817335682166709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8440817335682166709' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8440817335682166709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8440817335682166709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/caralho-meu-foii-foda-o-show-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/Sd2IZCUQtWI/AAAAAAAAAZU/FGvF9lCEVWM/s72-c/assinada+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8144155326992659145</id><published>2009-04-08T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:41:58.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vida de acadêmico é complicada... ontem mesmo, conversando com o professor, sobre o meu projeto de pesquisa, percebi que eu não tenho um "problema" para ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já me bateu o pavor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O quinto semestre ta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;punk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! às vezes eu tenho vontade de jogar tudo pro alto e gritar "CHEGA!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas nada como parar e refletir... já está acabando. Falta pouco, Camila. Te puxa, guria!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aiaiai, hoje tem show dos Titãs. Ótimo pra desvirtuar a pressão do mundo acadêmico. Feriadinho chegando, mas quem disse que será proveitoso?? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aproveitar e deixar os conteúdos, trabalhos e estudos em dia. Ta certo que quinta pela manhã estou indo a Pinhal, mesmo assim, levo comigo uma pilha de polígrafos das mais variadas cadeiras e variados autores. Ui, será que é dessa vez que eu surto?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8144155326992659145?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8144155326992659145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8144155326992659145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8144155326992659145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8144155326992659145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/vida-de-academico-e-complicada.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6786157129574144919</id><published>2009-04-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:27:05.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bateu a nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Pois é, hoje foi aquele dia que bateu total aquela nostalgia. Vontade de estar longe, encontrar certas pessoas que são essenciais, abraçar, beijar, ouvir aquela música... Quando a saudade bate não adianta é preciso ao menos um contato. E foi o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas duas pessoas tive essa oportunidade. Uma delas senti que essa nostalgia batia com mesma intencidade no coração e na memória. Aquelas mensagens trocadas, e um sorriso no rosto. Sim, era realmente disso que eu precisava.&lt;br /&gt;Já com o outro contato, certas coisas não consigo entender. Cada dia se mostra de maneira diferente... Acho que tenho saudades de um tempo que não mais voltará. Por mais que saiba que será alguém  que não esquecerei o resto da vida, o medo dessa ferida abberta e dessa nostalgia "eterna" é algo frequente nos meus pensamentos. Me faz relembrar certas coisas, mas não sei qual o seu intuito. O tempo vai responder? Espero!&lt;br /&gt;Bom... acho que era isso. Ainda fico aquii com a saudade dos amigos, que nunca me abandonam, mesmo estando longe, e de ujm certo, que como disse sabiamente Lulu Santos em sua música, "cruzou o meu caminho e mudou a direção...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijoss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6786157129574144919?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6786157129574144919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6786157129574144919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6786157129574144919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6786157129574144919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/bateu-nostalgia.html' title='bateu a nostalgia'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-626783144903096427</id><published>2009-04-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:18:55.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Estamos colados, como cacos de um vaso quebrado&lt;br /&gt;Desencontramos, na hora certa, no dia errado&lt;br /&gt;O que era muito, agora é muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;Somos perfeitos, desfeitos um pro outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca brigamos, ao mesmo tempo, no mesmo espaço&lt;br /&gt;Separáveis, nos completamos faltando um pedaço&lt;br /&gt;O que era muito, agora é muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;Somos perfeitos, desfeitos um pro outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que era muito, agora é muito pouco&lt;br /&gt;Somos perfeitos, desfeitos um pro outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;br /&gt;Quem vai entender, tão iguais e diferentes quanto eu e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-626783144903096427?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/626783144903096427/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=626783144903096427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/626783144903096427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/626783144903096427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2009/04/diferentes.html' title='Diferentes'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4687003323757022970</id><published>2008-12-12T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T02:47:16.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mário Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas! Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já passaram-se 50 anos&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, pelo caminho, a casca dourada e inútil das horas&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de fazer algo que gosta devido à falta de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;a única falta que terá, será desse tempo que infelizmente não voltará mais''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4687003323757022970?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4687003323757022970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3890374018778967635</id><published>2008-12-10T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:20:01.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*A META&lt;/strong&gt; - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente busca&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*CAMINHO&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente encontra&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DESAFIO&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente enfrenta&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*VIDA&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente inventa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SAUDADE&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente mata&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SONHO&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;a gente realiza&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3890374018778967635?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3890374018778967635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3890374018778967635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coração sente e que a boca, por um orgulho ou outro, se recusa em dizer.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celinha &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/1415896723458370624-5723213509409643834?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5723213509409643834/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5723213509409643834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5723213509409643834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu sei que nós dois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;éramos bons amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você conhecia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meus medos escondidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu guardava segredos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;proibidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estávamos ligados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;comprometidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;algumas vezes menti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para te proteger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me fez fugir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando o melhor era mesmo correr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu fazia você sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na hora exata de chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me ensinou a pedir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando eu insistia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em mandar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;agora você tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;novos amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;normal que um dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso fosse acontecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só não faça te odiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me peça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para esquecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não espera que eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seja igual a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;algumas vezes menti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pra te fazer correr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me fez fugir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;só para me proteger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu fazia você sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando insistia em mandar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;você me ensinou a pedir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na hora exata de chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tempo que passa&lt;br /&gt;e ensina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que o mundo vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;pelo manos&lt;br /&gt;na minha rua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na ciência e na evolução da espécie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que você é capaz&lt;br /&gt;de amar alguém&lt;br /&gt;além de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na palavra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio e na pausa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na justiça e na razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que existe alguém&lt;br /&gt;mais preocupado&lt;br /&gt;em ouvir do que falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no engano sem maldade&lt;br /&gt;nas mudanças possíveis&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas impossíveis&lt;br /&gt;nas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;nos movimentos sociais&lt;br /&gt;individuais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu preciso acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nas batidas do meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thedy Correa&lt;br /&gt;(Eu preciso acreditar - Livro &lt;em&gt;Bruto)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3302851627851296420?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4319138611543451547?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4319138611543451547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4319138611543451547' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4319138611543451547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4319138611543451547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/10/tudo-o-que-somos-resultado-de-nosso.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SMZwIBNlXPI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nDaQ14ozAOw/s400/Pouca+Vogal+Site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vem coisa boa por ai ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5548851622008349721?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5548851622008349721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5548851622008349721' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5548851622008349721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKroiv3fngI/AAAAAAAAAQo/AQbMayaA4jM/s1600-h/ATT00002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236253200434044418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKroiv3fngI/AAAAAAAAAQo/AQbMayaA4jM/s400/ATT00002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKrn2UyXmnI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gNourHcclQo/s1600-h/100_5559.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             :D&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/1415896723458370624-1907621219962342775?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1907621219962342775/comments/default' title='Postar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKroiv3fngI/AAAAAAAAAQo/AQbMayaA4jM/s72-c/ATT00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7024352665321515783</id><published>2008-08-15T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:00:28.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKZQmSfOpyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/f5p3yHKuaVs/s1600-h/DSC03916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234960235592853282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKZQmSfOpyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/f5p3yHKuaVs/s400/DSC03916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cidadão Quem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7024352665321515783?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7024352665321515783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7024352665321515783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7024352665321515783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7024352665321515783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/08/cidado-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tolice é viver a vida assim, sem aventuras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Deixa ser, pelo coração&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Se é loucura então, melhor não ter razão ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4048951905332909564?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4048951905332909564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4048951905332909564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4048951905332909564'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKNBhMGPHoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mBvRdW9vf0U/s1600-h/102.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234099230373518978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKNBhMGPHoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mBvRdW9vf0U/s400/102.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo, “DA VIDA UMA EMOÇÃO”&lt;br /&gt;“EMBALADA”, por saudades de quem se foi&lt;br /&gt;Em busca de seus segredos, “ALQUIMIA”&lt;br /&gt;Tento decifrar “O SEU ENIGMA”...&lt;br /&gt;“POR VOCÊ”, por “JOÃO”, por “YOKO”, POR “JIMI”&lt;br /&gt;Cruzo o “SINAL VERMELHO”&lt;br /&gt;É “AI” que mora meu “VÍCIO”&lt;br /&gt;Escondido atrás da “LENTE AZUL”&lt;br /&gt;“NA ESCURIDÃO DAS FLORES”, vejo tua “ANATOMIA”&lt;br /&gt;Somente “UM DIA”, um “DIA ESPECIAL”&lt;br /&gt;Em que a “INDIFERENÇA” acabou!&lt;br /&gt;É, “1988” tornou-se um marco&lt;br /&gt;Ali nasci “DO NOSSO TEMPO”&lt;br /&gt;Trago as melhores recordações&lt;br /&gt;“FILMES QUE NÂO VI” tornam-se “INTANTÂNEOS”&lt;br /&gt;Os guardo para ver no “PINHAL”&lt;br /&gt;Onde posso caminha “A FAVOR DO VENTO”&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um “AMANHÃ COLORIDO”,&lt;br /&gt;Após viver as “NOITES DE OUTROS DIAS”&lt;br /&gt;“AO FIM DE TUDO” , no avançar dos “SEGUNDOS”&lt;br /&gt;Pegar uma “CARONA”, ouvindo “TCHAU”&lt;br /&gt;Ficando na “CASA DA ESQUINA”&lt;br /&gt;Amando incondicionalmente, cidadão&lt;br /&gt;Cidadão Quem, eternamente...&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/1415896723458370624-1165828893533813966?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1165828893533813966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKNBhMGPHoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/mBvRdW9vf0U/s72-c/102.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6148341434549866455</id><published>2008-08-12T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:11:18.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meus amigos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKF9UvOlv2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/rWZ4OlmNfFg/s1600-h/DSC04700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233602037209743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKF9UvOlv2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/rWZ4OlmNfFg/s400/DSC04700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKF82Za7soI/AAAAAAAAAP4/bgI0t7uVFgk/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulop.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Machado de Assis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benditos os que possuem amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os que os têm sem pedir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amigos não se pede,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não se compra nem se vende.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente sente! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os que falam com o olhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amigo não se calanão questiona nem se rende,&lt;br /&gt;Amigo a gente entende! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os que entregam o ombro pra chorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;br /&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que acreditam na tua verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou te apontam a realidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amigo é a direção é a base, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de raízes, verdadeiros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da real sagacidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SKF8HV7ET2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/AqKub-ngXRM/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:;" adepth="15" aidx="15"&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/1415896723458370624-6148341434549866455?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-8491710398193036333</id><published>2008-07-28T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:50:09.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI5pCKGYO9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/VkDDNpOjVx8/s1600-h/ATYAAACL2NWgZJUkhHZEs7-rkgcqVrfR9leWS0ZACX_QWYSkNbp0sOl9iC9y8--LFKrBSJW4-ORgB2vzFp0vuDQN086yAJtU9VCcROs9Y2DDdwE4mmuMslmHNO-8sA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228231703215487954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI5pCKGYO9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/VkDDNpOjVx8/s400/ATYAAACL2NWgZJUkhHZEs7-rkgcqVrfR9leWS0ZACX_QWYSkNbp0sOl9iC9y8--LFKrBSJW4-ORgB2vzFp0vuDQN086yAJtU9VCcROs9Y2DDdwE4mmuMslmHNO-8sA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;momento nostalgiaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2003&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-8491710398193036333?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/8491710398193036333/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=8491710398193036333' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8491710398193036333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/8491710398193036333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/momento-nostalgiaaa-2003.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI5pCKGYO9I/AAAAAAAAAPY/VkDDNpOjVx8/s72-c/ATYAAACL2NWgZJUkhHZEs7-rkgcqVrfR9leWS0ZACX_QWYSkNbp0sOl9iC9y8--LFKrBSJW4-ORgB2vzFp0vuDQN086yAJtU9VCcROs9Y2DDdwE4mmuMslmHNO-8sA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4972176263768188727</id><published>2008-07-27T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:06:31.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI0M3SsarKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zWTr31PUO4s/s1600-h/DSC05119P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227848886497488034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI0M3SsarKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zWTr31PUO4s/s400/DSC05119P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cola o teu desenho no meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra ver se cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cola o meu retrato no teu e me namora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comigo nessa dança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um sonho de criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o meu coração colado ao teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pra ver se cola ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1415896723458370624-4972176263768188727?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4972176263768188727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4972176263768188727' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4972176263768188727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4972176263768188727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/cola-o-teu-desenho-no-meu-pra-ver-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SI0M3SsarKI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/zWTr31PUO4s/s72-c/DSC05119P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6730600646516978109</id><published>2008-07-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:16:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SIzzeCtSUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bmhqJ8dc7dQ/s1600-h/DSC05053P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227820964918743698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SIzzeCtSUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bmhqJ8dc7dQ/s400/DSC05053P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cidadão Quem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6730600646516978109?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6730600646516978109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6730600646516978109' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6730600646516978109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6730600646516978109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/cidado-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SIzzeCtSUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/bmhqJ8dc7dQ/s72-c/DSC05053P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7028759381998299288</id><published>2008-07-14T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:28:25.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definições de AMOR</title><content type='html'>"Vida é AMOR existencial&lt;br /&gt;Razão é AMOR que pendura&lt;br /&gt;Estudo é AMOR que analisa&lt;br /&gt;Ciência é AMOR que investiga&lt;br /&gt;Filosofia é AMOR que pensa&lt;br /&gt;Religião é AMOR que busca Deus&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é AMOR que eterniza&lt;br /&gt;Ideal é AMOR que se eleva&lt;br /&gt;Fé é AMOR que se transcende&lt;br /&gt;Esperança é AMOR que sonha&lt;br /&gt;Caridade é AMOR que auxilia&lt;br /&gt;Fraternidade é AMOR que se expande&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício é AMOR que se esforça&lt;br /&gt;Renúncia é AMOR que se depura&lt;br /&gt;Simpatia é AMOR que sorri&lt;br /&gt;Trablaho é AMOR que cosntrói&lt;br /&gt;Indiferença é AMOR que esconde&lt;br /&gt;Desgoverno é AMOR que se desespera&lt;br /&gt;Paixão é AMOR que se desequilibra&lt;br /&gt;Ciúme é AMOR qe se desvaira&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho é AMOR que enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;Sensuslismo é AMOR que envenena&lt;br /&gt;O ÓDIO, que júlgas ser síntese do AMOR, não é senão o AMOR que adoeceu gravemente!&lt;br /&gt;Portanto... AME a si mesmo e a todos ao seu redor..&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se o UNIVERSO é um eco de nossa ações e pensamentos!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7028759381998299288?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7028759381998299288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7028759381998299288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7028759381998299288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7028759381998299288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/definies-de-amor.html' title='Definições de AMOR'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6133626054469166748</id><published>2008-07-12T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:10:58.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Estou esperando, não sei o quê. Sei que estou esperando. Por um segundo me passa pela cabeça a possibilidade de que não aconteça nada e assim eu permaneça pela eternidade. Não posso afirmar qual é o meu desejo, sinto um pouco de medo quanto ao que possa vir, e um grande receio de que nada venha. Aos poucos começa um movimento cadenciado das nuvens deste ceú psicodélico. Tudo começa a acelerar e acelerar, o vento começa a sacudir tudo, até mesmo meu corpo incrustado na terra, longe do poderio dos pássaros. Não há mais luz."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6133626054469166748?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6133626054469166748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6133626054469166748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6133626054469166748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6133626054469166748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/estou-esperando-no-sei-o-qu.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3523224415896773725</id><published>2008-07-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:30:59.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duca Leindecker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não passe pela sua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que um dia passou&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que achamos fortes, indispensáveis&lt;br /&gt;O tempo veio e levou&lt;br /&gt;Do que chamamos nossas prioridades&lt;br /&gt;Escolho o que posso levar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tento enxergar mais distante&lt;br /&gt;Luto pra não me cegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão cegos&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo você&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão surdos&lt;br /&gt;Nós não escutamos você&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão burros&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos puros&lt;br /&gt;Demais pra entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem tudoSeja assim importante&lt;br /&gt;E na loucura eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Fico surpreso ao ver&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo é mutante&lt;br /&gt;Este lugar onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Do que chamamos nossas prioridades&lt;br /&gt;Escolho o que posso levar&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tento enxergar mais distante&lt;br /&gt;Luto pra não me cegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão cegos&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo você&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão surdos&lt;br /&gt;Nós não escutamos você&lt;br /&gt;Somos tão burros&lt;br /&gt;Não penso em você&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos puros&lt;br /&gt;Demais pra entender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3523224415896773725?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3523224415896773725/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3523224415896773725' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3523224415896773725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3523224415896773725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/puros-duca-leindecker-talvez-no-passe.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2404495511175962679</id><published>2008-07-05T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:12:27.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SHAp7-HxnzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d6p1Q64jdxw/s1600-h/100_5114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219718078387035954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SHAp7-HxnzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d6p1Q64jdxw/s400/100_5114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "choc, choc, choc, é de chocolate..." :P&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/1415896723458370624-2404495511175962679?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2404495511175962679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2404495511175962679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2404495511175962679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2404495511175962679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/choc-choc-choc-de-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SHAp7-HxnzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d6p1Q64jdxw/s72-c/100_5114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-9138909531910495960</id><published>2008-07-04T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T08:35:41.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SG5Cjf-dUlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ex05MHjU6m8/s1600-h/CQ+TBC+Paper+ad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219182195815305810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SG5Cjf-dUlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ex05MHjU6m8/s400/CQ+TBC+Paper+ad2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ingresso na mão!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vamo que vamo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é nós!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-9138909531910495960?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/9138909531910495960/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=9138909531910495960' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/9138909531910495960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/9138909531910495960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/07/ingresso-na-mo-d-vamo-que-vamo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SG5Cjf-dUlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/ex05MHjU6m8/s72-c/CQ+TBC+Paper+ad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6637163582971495105</id><published>2008-06-30T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:40:19.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SGi_uu8DmNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MeQgNDavgVc/s1600-h/ATgAAAAW4FDVI6Q1zjqv-5GqtGmr1TK1BAqv9qtVaMe-iErmdA_TXeRgf7zRnK7U4ZHNfVsqqWBdyGQ5vwYNnJ83RVktAJtU9VCSfP3UGKsiYu-HsnoFjNujhVB1kA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217630977903532242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SGi_uu8DmNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MeQgNDavgVc/s400/ATgAAAAW4FDVI6Q1zjqv-5GqtGmr1TK1BAqv9qtVaMe-iErmdA_TXeRgf7zRnK7U4ZHNfVsqqWBdyGQ5vwYNnJ83RVktAJtU9VCSfP3UGKsiYu-HsnoFjNujhVB1kA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Showwwwww!! uhulll!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amoooo!! mesmo com pequenas falhas técninas, que ao final, se tornam minusculas junto ao todo que foii aquela noite!! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E Duca... eu e a Paty estamos nos cuidandooo tah!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6637163582971495105?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6637163582971495105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6637163582971495105' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6637163582971495105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6637163582971495105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/06/showwwwww-uhulll-amoooo-mesmo-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SGi_uu8DmNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/MeQgNDavgVc/s72-c/ATgAAAAW4FDVI6Q1zjqv-5GqtGmr1TK1BAqv9qtVaMe-iErmdA_TXeRgf7zRnK7U4ZHNfVsqqWBdyGQ5vwYNnJ83RVktAJtU9VCSfP3UGKsiYu-HsnoFjNujhVB1kA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4167293597591059088</id><published>2008-06-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T09:53:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Eu imaginava tudo, sempre acreditando que eram visões do meu futuro. Como se o que estivesse por vir fosse um lugar paradisíaco predestinado para mim. Era sempre no meio dos meus delírios que eu adormecia de fato."&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/1415896723458370624-4167293597591059088?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4167293597591059088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4167293597591059088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4167293597591059088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4167293597591059088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/06/eu-imaginava-tudo-sempre-acreditando.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2489627407619971596</id><published>2008-06-08T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:59:26.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar</title><content type='html'>Eu quero olhar pra trás&lt;br /&gt;E ver as coisas que um dia fiz&lt;br /&gt;Não vou me envergonhar nem te pedir desculp&lt;br /&gt;aAs vezes que eu cometi&lt;br /&gt;Erros, eu sei a vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;Nao vou mais me culpar,&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ajuda pra voltar a andar,&lt;br /&gt;Por mim, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ar... quero respirar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu te vejo e sei&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo não passou por aqui&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando volto lá&lt;br /&gt;Pra te pedir desculpa&lt;br /&gt;As vezes que eu cometi&lt;br /&gt;Erros, eu sei a vida é assim, não vou mais me culpar,&lt;br /&gt;Só quero ajuda pra voltar a andar,&lt;br /&gt;Por mim, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ar... quero respirar&lt;br /&gt;Ar... por mim, mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ar... quero respirar&lt;br /&gt;(respirar, andar, andar...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2489627407619971596?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2489627407619971596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4520618478254237120</id><published>2008-06-05T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:27:21.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora só falta você</title><content type='html'>Um belo dia resolvi mudar&lt;br /&gt;E fazer tudo o que eu queria fazer&lt;br /&gt;Me libertei daquela vida vulgar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu levava estando junto a você&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Existe um porquê&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu nasci&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu nasci pra saber &lt;br /&gt;E fui andando sem pensar em voltar&lt;br /&gt;E sem ligar pro que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar&lt;br /&gt;Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu&lt;br /&gt;No ar que eu respiro, uu Eu sinto prazer&lt;br /&gt;De ser quem eu sou De estar onde estou&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta você, iê, iê Agora só falta você, aaa...&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta você, iê, iê Agora só falta você, au!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4520618478254237120?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4520618478254237120/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4520618478254237120' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4520618478254237120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4520618478254237120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/06/agora-s-falta-voc.html' title='Agora só falta você'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-570068019867605497</id><published>2008-06-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:27:54.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SEV2imDhg9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/rWcITWeC22g/s1600-h/100_4641.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O que você me pede eu não posso fazer &lt;div&gt;Assim você me perde, eu perco você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um barco perde o rumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma árvore no outono perde a cor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que você não pode, eu não vou te pedir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que você não quer, eu não quero insistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga a verdade, doa a quem doer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doe sangue e me dê seu telefone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias eu venho ao mesmo lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Às vezes fica longe, imposível de encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, quando o neon é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda noite é noite de luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No táxi que me trouxe até aqui Willie Nelson me dava razão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No clip Paul Simon tava de preto, mas na verdade não era não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na verdade nada é uma palavra esperando tradução&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda vez que falta luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda vez que algo nos falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O invisível nos salta aos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um salto no escuro da piscina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fogo ilumina muito por muito pouco tempo (muito pouco tempo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em muito pouco tempo (hei) o fogo apaga tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo um dia vira luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toda vez que falta luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O invisível nos salta aos olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem à noite eu conheci uma guria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já era tarde, era quase dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o princípio num precipício&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era o meu corpo que caía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem à noite, a noite tava fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo queimava, nada aquecia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela apareceu, parecia tão sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecia que era minha aquela solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem à noite eu conheci uma guria que eu já conheciade outros carnavais com outras fantasias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela apareceu, parecia tão sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecia que era minha aquela solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No início era um precipício um corpo que caía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois virou um vício (Foi tão difícil) acordar no outro dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela apareceu, parecia tão sozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parecia que era minha aquela solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-570068019867605497?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/570068019867605497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=570068019867605497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/570068019867605497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/570068019867605497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/06/piano-bar.html' title='Piano Bar'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2808396558877129269</id><published>2008-06-02T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T03:55:02.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herói Bandido</title><content type='html'>Cidadão Quem&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Duca Leindecker - Cau Neto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou mais ficar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esperando alguém decidir o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;E já que estou só vou seguir&lt;br /&gt;traçando o caminho do meu jeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantar, pra ser&lt;br /&gt;Mais um Herói Bandido&lt;br /&gt;Lutar, pro mar&lt;br /&gt;Ser mais que o infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei, quando o sol brilha no mar&lt;br /&gt;Faz nascer o dia e traz um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;Que nos ensina a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Na onda, no movimento desse mar&lt;br /&gt;De ir e voltar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2808396558877129269?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2808396558877129269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2808396558877129269' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2808396558877129269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SELEZkRPclI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Ni1BXsYxqOE/s400/100_4787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao menos uma vez na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se apaixonou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelos meus erros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não fique pela metade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vá em frente, minha amiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Destrua a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desse beco sem saída...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diga a verdade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ponha o dedo na ferida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você se apaixonou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelos meus erros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu perdi as chaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que cabeça a minha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora vai ter que ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para toda a vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos o que há de melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos o que dá pra fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que não dá pra evitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não se pode escolher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu tivesse a força&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você pensa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu tenho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gravaria no metal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da minha pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu desenho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feitos um pro outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feitos pra durar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma luz que não produz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sombra!Somos o que há de melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos o que dá prá fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que não dá pra evitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não se pode esconder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4223215391747575082?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4223215391747575082/comments/default' title='Postar 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perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Não deixam suspeitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;Não espero de você&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que educação&lt;br /&gt;Beijo sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;Crime sem castigo&lt;br /&gt;Aperto de mãos&lt;br /&gt;Apenas bons amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;Não espero que você&lt;br /&gt;Me perdoe&lt;br /&gt;Por ter perdido a calma&lt;br /&gt;Por ter vendido a alma&lt;br /&gt;Ao diabo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desse&lt;br /&gt;Num desses&lt;br /&gt;Encontros casuais&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a gente&lt;br /&gt;Se encontre&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a gente&lt;br /&gt;Encontre explicação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia desses&lt;br /&gt;Num desses&lt;br /&gt;Encontros casuais&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu diga:&lt;br /&gt;-Minha amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser sincero&lt;br /&gt;Prazer em vê-la!&lt;br /&gt;Até mais!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois temos&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos tudo&lt;br /&gt;A nosso respeito&lt;br /&gt;Somos suspeitos&lt;br /&gt;De um crime perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas crimes perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixam suspeitos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2657071337245433190?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2657071337245433190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2657071337245433190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2657071337245433190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2657071337245433190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/pra-ser-sincero.html' title='Pra ser sincero'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5451092209724766308</id><published>2008-05-31T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:46:47.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dom Quixote</title><content type='html'>Muito prazer, meu nome é otário&lt;br /&gt;Vindo de outros tempos mas sempre no horário&lt;br /&gt;peixe fora d'água, borboletas no aquário&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer, meu nome é otário&lt;br /&gt;na ponta dos cascos e fora do páreo&lt;br /&gt;puro sangue, puxando carroça&lt;br /&gt;Um prazer cada vez mais raro&lt;br /&gt;aerodinâmica num tanque de guerra,vaidades que a terra um dia há de comer.&lt;br /&gt;"Ás" de Espadas fora do baralhograndes negócios, pequeno empresário.&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer me chamam de otáriopor amor às causas perdidas.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, até pode serque os dragões sejam moinhos de vento&lt;br /&gt;Tudo bem, seja o que forseja por amor às causas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;Por amor às causas perdidastudo bem...até pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Que os dragões sejam moinhos de ventomuito prazer...ao seu dispor&lt;br /&gt;Se for por amor às causas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;por amor às causas perdidas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5451092209724766308?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5451092209724766308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5611512817245952389</id><published>2008-05-30T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:55:38.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22s2+%22As+realidades+paralelas%22"&gt;s2 "As realidades paralelas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22ainda+que+fict%C3%ADcias%22"&gt;ainda que fictícias&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="hotLink" href="http://www.orkut.com/UniversalSearch.aspx?q=%22pertencem+ao+todo+que+comp%C3%B5e+a+nossa+exist%C3%AAncia.%22+s2%22"&gt;pertencem ao todo que compõe a nossa existência." s2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5611512817245952389?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5611512817245952389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5611512817245952389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5611512817245952389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5611512817245952389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/s2-as-realidades-paralelas-ainda-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Hoje anoitecerá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7735911207082160307?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7735911207082160307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7735911207082160307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7735911207082160307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7735911207082160307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/noites-de-outros-dias.html' title='Noites de outros dias'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4937149193527833046</id><published>2008-05-29T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:34:45.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SD6ixmr5TiI/AAAAAAAAAMM/kycBFRYe1t8/s1600-h/ATgAAAAw37HeO9whMANKsQk5O9-C1PQxMZiNfatikjmBt68FjxAP0ePlMYz-U_okQtim7xB4_3AmipiJZ4UgeXPUI_PZAJtU9VABQ5X9a3rPmFFFDsZUOQm_tCWDCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205777192368819746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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é bom ou mal&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o ar que parece vital&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu vá e o que quer que eu faça&lt;br /&gt;Sem você não tem graça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4442593702474603729?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4442593702474603729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4442593702474603729' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4442593702474603729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4442593702474603729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma cena que não precisa de script para ser decorada, falas que nascem acompanhadas de gestos e que brotam de nossos impulsos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6706172299684486385?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6706172299684486385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=6706172299684486385' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6706172299684486385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/6706172299684486385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/uma-cena-que-no-precisa-de-script-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SDnGqmr5ThI/AAAAAAAAAMA/3gcacnMy874/s72-c/DSC04782PP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-2992691160649222990</id><published>2008-05-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:00:10.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SDMsHMrFP1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/dfnkisDtnEA/s1600-h/100_4561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202550496715685714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SDMsHMrFP1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/dfnkisDtnEA/s400/100_4561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Noite Cinderela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidadão Quem&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Duca Leindecker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar um jeito de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que eu não consegui dizer&lt;br /&gt;As frases jogadas&lt;br /&gt;Palavras cruzadas&lt;br /&gt;E lembro do sorriso que eu te dei&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que saí e não voltei&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Não faço mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje paro pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;No que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo não for mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite, Cinderela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada me impede de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia o tempo até possa voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pra trazer de novo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;Os passos que tracei quando saí&lt;br /&gt;Com o tempo me trouxeram até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Marquei todo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Pra voltar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje paro pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;No que me importa&lt;br /&gt;Se o tempo não for mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite, Cinderela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2992691160649222990?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2992691160649222990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2992691160649222990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2992691160649222990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2992691160649222990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/boa-noite-cinderela-cidado-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SDMsHMrFP1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/dfnkisDtnEA/s72-c/100_4561.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-168222374659766296</id><published>2008-05-14T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:04:16.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCsy7crFP0I/AAAAAAAAALw/O_bulAw9fnI/s1600-h/100_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200306191619931970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCsy7crFP0I/AAAAAAAAALw/O_bulAw9fnI/s400/100_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "mais nada me impede de pensar&lt;br /&gt;que um dia o tempo até possa voltar&lt;br /&gt;pra trazer de novo&lt;br /&gt;tudo de novooooo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Noite Cinderela&lt;br /&gt;(Duca Leindecker)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-168222374659766296?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/168222374659766296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=168222374659766296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/168222374659766296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/168222374659766296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/mais-nada-me-empede-de-pensar-que-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCn8X8rFPzI/AAAAAAAAALo/_Kj8_KRo2OI/s400/100_4290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando ela cai no sofá, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vinho à beça na cabeça &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu que sei..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que não eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Leoni)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5419601790211569503?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5419601790211569503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5419601790211569503' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5419601790211569503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5419601790211569503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/quando-ela-cai-no-sof-so-far-away-vinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCn8X8rFPzI/AAAAAAAAALo/_Kj8_KRo2OI/s72-c/100_4290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4846707098251746467</id><published>2008-05-13T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T07:52:19.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCmpzMrFPyI/AAAAAAAAALg/USeMlt5dDuU/s1600-h/ATgAAAAPFCCwxsg49XjxKGT0-d_50Td8MbBK1oDMB3dZg3BfkZFLYSkAHgWzRQtEZP2x7KhsGeVPN_pibHriuehr1zwVAJtU9VC70KrjhxgMnJJM92RQz0B7VsnwxQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199873941816295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCmpzMrFPyI/AAAAAAAAALg/USeMlt5dDuU/s400/ATgAAAAPFCCwxsg49XjxKGT0-d_50Td8MbBK1oDMB3dZg3BfkZFLYSkAHgWzRQtEZP2x7KhsGeVPN_pibHriuehr1zwVAJtU9VC70KrjhxgMnJJM92RQz0B7VsnwxQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=51760813"&gt;Bossa - Cidadão Quem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Duca Leindecker&lt;br /&gt;Álbum: Spermatozoon / Soma / Theatro São Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção!&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não precisam&lt;br /&gt;Ser iguais as outrasAceite ou não&lt;br /&gt;Mas você é a única&lt;br /&gt;No mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns são mais&lt;br /&gt;Coordenados, determinados&lt;br /&gt;Obsecados&lt;br /&gt;E outros atrás&lt;br /&gt;Vão levando a vida&lt;br /&gt;E quem ousa dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que é pior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem construa os aviões&lt;br /&gt;Escreva as revistas&lt;br /&gt;Outros dedilham violões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo&lt;br /&gt;Hei!&lt;br /&gt;Você que sabe tudo&lt;br /&gt;Me diga como perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;Você que pensa em tudo&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre o quanto pode amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4846707098251746467?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4846707098251746467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4846707098251746467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4846707098251746467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4846707098251746467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/bossa-cidado-quem-composio-duca.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCmpzMrFPyI/AAAAAAAAALg/USeMlt5dDuU/s72-c/ATgAAAAPFCCwxsg49XjxKGT0-d_50Td8MbBK1oDMB3dZg3BfkZFLYSkAHgWzRQtEZP2x7KhsGeVPN_pibHriuehr1zwVAJtU9VC70KrjhxgMnJJM92RQz0B7VsnwxQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4033501016212347364</id><published>2008-05-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T12:09:44.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCiV0srFPxI/AAAAAAAAALY/QPTUAIVW0co/s1600-h/feriado+rg+e+pel+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199570502376832786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCiV0srFPxI/AAAAAAAAALY/QPTUAIVW0co/s400/feriado+rg+e+pel+106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tinha até televisão no hotel :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eaeaueauaeuaeuaeaueaueuaeua&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/1415896723458370624-4033501016212347364?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4033501016212347364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4033501016212347364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4033501016212347364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4033501016212347364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/tinha-at-televiso-no-hotel-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCiV0srFPxI/AAAAAAAAALY/QPTUAIVW0co/s72-c/feriado+rg+e+pel+106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-6655707999363482250</id><published>2008-05-12T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:34:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SChD8srFPwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V8SbhBI709I/s1600-h/ATgAAACHGWe9nwUSayMyFKhjgmHwLBmZ0xruXXe0QYQmrc67a70GnrjfPtcpTlN2dNW19TevpJ02ARE7vLVy-APJp7sIAJtU9VBGZiUAk36cEyIKC-ueQY_QD0woyQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199480479862308610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SChD8srFPwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/V8SbhBI709I/s320/ATgAAACHGWe9nwUSayMyFKhjgmHwLBmZ0xruXXe0QYQmrc67a70GnrjfPtcpTlN2dNW19TevpJ02ARE7vLVy-APJp7sIAJtU9VBGZiUAk36cEyIKC-ueQY_QD0woyQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem... vim aqi fazer uma pequena homenagem a essa possoinha, apesar de as vzes não merecer .... :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eaueauaeuaeuaeuaeaueauaeuae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara, são três anos acompanhando a CQ e cada show, cada encontro é uma carinho sem igual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com o tempo vamos perecendo que eles são muito mais que pessoas, na qual adimiramos, e sim passam e se tornar importantes de alguma maneira o outra em nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem contar, quando esse carinho se torna uma amizade... da sim você muda todo seu modo de ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa pessoa fala tanta coisa, que falando depois ninguém acredita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a relação com os fãs e com os amigos é adimiravel em todos os lugares!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre carinhoso e atencioso (ta certo que as vzes ele ta um porre, mais ninguem é perfeito né gente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dou muitas risadas sempre que converso com ele... já até alterei o tom da voz por uma pequena brincadeira MACHISTA e SEM GRAÇA ¬¬'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais tudo bem... um dia vou pedoar ele por aquilo (eu acho :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais já percebi que tenho que tomar cuidado com as coisas que digo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omitir alguns fatos e motivos é bom...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pq se não ele vai querer me receitar um remédio toda vez que me ver /pá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aii  não vai dar certo, pq eu não vou conseguir parar de rir um segundo que seja :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eauaeuaeaueauaeuaeuaeuaeauaeuaeuaeaueauaeuaeuaeua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei se um dia tu vai ler isso, mais se leres..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não sou louca viu!!! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eaueaueaueaueauaeuaeuaeuaeuaeua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duca, valeu por tudo amigo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beijão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-6655707999363482250?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/6655707999363482250/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-501532504379757487?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/501532504379757487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=501532504379757487' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/501532504379757487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/501532504379757487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-arrumandooo-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SCSisEGhwYI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oGRwOQ7Sjfw/s320/feriado+rg+e+pel+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cara, eu amo vcs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;obrigada por tudo mesmo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nosso feridão foi PERFEITO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2376321390109658072?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2376321390109658072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2376321390109658072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194248027171226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBWtD3bQgmI/AAAAAAAAAKc/OcM5-YP7y-Y/s320/ATgAAACp1RuXbsAwEhFXRKY66a3ibf1A8yVepRgf8uk8W1iUfKVzBWfjanaPqd-8uUZzGHyx2V_fdAy1izYZdSVeFqaCAJtU9VDeSlsBKF_p4exeNpUXJghx0-pfRQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"talvez não saiba nem quem sou eu, e desapareceuuu..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-876130463178054695?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/876130463178054695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=876130463178054695' title='0 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demais!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5770297057375458923?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5770297057375458923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5770297057375458923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5770297057375458923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5770297057375458923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/amigossss-colegas-de-elenco-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBSeZ3bQgkI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TaCrrBk1-RY/s320/100_4150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom vinhozinho no teatro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2725713278226155235?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2725713278226155235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2725713278226155235' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2725713278226155235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBM6o3bQgjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SO9wGaEP75M/s1600-h/100_3002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193559269035770418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBM6o3bQgjI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SO9wGaEP75M/s400/100_3002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente, sempre me falatam palavaras para descrever o quanto vcs são importantes para mim s2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2956184044852108874?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2956184044852108874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-2837349879949892810?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/2837349879949892810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=2837349879949892810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2837349879949892810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/2837349879949892810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/agora-da-para-ler-direitinho-cara-ta.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBKei3bQgiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hJIE-FGS9UU/s72-c/100_4132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5173458755710364577</id><published>2008-04-25T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T04:53:15.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBHFhHbQghI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_umvQ80_O94/s1600-h/ATgAAAAX2looPdryn7-V_9D-DxKkS0PByM0o4e8RPm_UA71cv5JHtZeU8vM9P8rnzMT48Ez_HUs0N5GjhuzVIkTiunUTAJtU9VAfy6VUPdE3VPt0-LYB9MsQqPsnbg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193149018054623762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBHFhHbQghI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_umvQ80_O94/s400/ATgAAAAX2looPdryn7-V_9D-DxKkS0PByM0o4e8RPm_UA71cv5JHtZeU8vM9P8rnzMT48Ez_HUs0N5GjhuzVIkTiunUTAJtU9VAfy6VUPdE3VPt0-LYB9MsQqPsnbg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"fiz uma tatuagem, quando no auge de uma louca paixão" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eaueauaeuaeaueauaeuaeaue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cara, to com dor nas costas... mais valeuu muito a pena! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora sim... amor, literalmente a flor da pele ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aaaaiii... ficou tão lindááá :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjãoooo ;@@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5173458755710364577?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5173458755710364577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5173458755710364577' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5173458755710364577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5173458755710364577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/fiz-uma-tatuagem-quando-no-auge-de-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBHFhHbQghI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/_umvQ80_O94/s72-c/ATgAAAAX2looPdryn7-V_9D-DxKkS0PByM0o4e8RPm_UA71cv5JHtZeU8vM9P8rnzMT48Ez_HUs0N5GjhuzVIkTiunUTAJtU9VAfy6VUPdE3VPt0-LYB9MsQqPsnbg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-3632370985317915996</id><published>2008-04-24T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:22:34.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sem que a gente perceba, há muitos que NASCEM e MORREM para nossas vidas sem que nasçam ou morram de fato. Ficam apenas na lembrança, como um morto, até que tenhamos coragem de sair de nossa rotina e resgatá-los da morte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duca Leindecker *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seii lá sabe... complicado um pouquinho o dia de hoje, mais deixa assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só sei que meu presente é pedir pro Papai do Céu te proteger muito!&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;sabes que minha felicida é te ver feliz né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sei lá... não sei pq, mais eu ainda&lt;br /&gt;TE AMO! s2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-3632370985317915996?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/3632370985317915996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=3632370985317915996' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3632370985317915996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/3632370985317915996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-que-gente-perceba-h-muitos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-5498591458137450626</id><published>2008-04-24T10:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:13:31.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBC_bnbQggI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sJAGmSREYaw/s1600-h/100_0252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192860851518865922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBC_bnbQggI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sJAGmSREYaw/s400/100_0252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orgulho de ser Gaúcha e principalmente COLORADA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cara, eu disse ontem :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5x1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é pra quem pode né :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eueuaeaueauaeuaeaueaueauaeuaeaueauea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-5498591458137450626?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/5498591458137450626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=5498591458137450626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5498591458137450626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/5498591458137450626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/orgulho-de-ser-gacha-e-principalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SBC_bnbQggI/AAAAAAAAAJs/sJAGmSREYaw/s72-c/100_0252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-7590457910813580672</id><published>2008-04-23T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T11:55:54.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>éden - vikseN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vi tudo acabar, quando não sabia mais&lt;br /&gt;o que era amar alguém, sei que nem olhei pra trás&lt;br /&gt;e veio você, assim, do jeito como é.&lt;br /&gt;Leve tudo o que quiser, leve tudo o que eu tiver,&lt;br /&gt;e eu sei, que talvez isso não traga você&lt;br /&gt;pra mim, talvez um dia se isso acontecer&lt;br /&gt;vou ver, um sol brilhar depois de anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cessem, a minha garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Calem, minha vida a dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia a casa cai com dragões pelo ar,&lt;br /&gt;mas eu não convenço você a vir aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Quando achei que era impossível qualquer coisa acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;me trancava no escuro, vendo o nada acontecer&lt;br /&gt;mas já não é, assim, porque você apareceu;&lt;br /&gt;já posso sonhar com alguém, não duvide sobre&lt;br /&gt;que eu já sei, que não quero acordar pra ter&lt;br /&gt;você aqui; talvez um dia se isso acontecer&lt;br /&gt;vou ver, um sol brilhar antes de amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perder, nesse lugar, num sol que há lá&lt;br /&gt;pra noite se acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perder, nesse lugar, num sol que há lá&lt;br /&gt;pra noite se acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Não há preto, só há branco, nesse canto&lt;br /&gt;em que eu vou te levar.&lt;br /&gt;Cessem, a minha garganta.&lt;br /&gt;Calem, minha voz a dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu vá, onde você está&lt;br /&gt;não convenço você, a vir aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-7590457910813580672?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/7590457910813580672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=7590457910813580672' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7590457910813580672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/7590457910813580672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/den-viksen-quando-vi-tudo-acabar-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-1994475634309066258</id><published>2008-04-21T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:15:53.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Música inédita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAyvekECdEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zKPkizkT7Dc/s1600-h/010906+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191717410062890050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAyvekECdEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zKPkizkT7Dc/s400/010906+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Música Inédita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidadão Quem&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Duca Leindecker&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;Não faço nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que alguém não tenha feito não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que alguém não tenha dito então,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não penso nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nosso futuro é imprevisão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém me dê a mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nessa calçada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo que os anos vão chegar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E cada pegada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me mostra um jeito de encontrar,todo esse nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com medo de se machucar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tudo isso então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se não há nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque todos temem perder,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo esse nada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser a vontade de viver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na mesma casa, na mesa que reparte o pão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso tudo então.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se esconde, atrás de um nome qualquer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não aparece pra mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estende a mão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trazendo a chuva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tocando o som do trovão,será que vamos saber?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1415896723458370624-1994475634309066258?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/1994475634309066258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=1994475634309066258' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1994475634309066258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/1994475634309066258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/msica-indita.html' title='Música inédita'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAyvekECdEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/zKPkizkT7Dc/s72-c/010906+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4325658775653249838</id><published>2008-04-20T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:04:19.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>Espera - VikseN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toquei o chão que era real e vi que não sonhava então,&lt;br /&gt;foi tão pouco e me faz sentir tão bem, em qualquer lugar.&lt;br /&gt;O melhor é poder lembrar, do que me conforta, do que me faz bem,&lt;br /&gt;enquanto espero sem me preocupar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaro o vazio que me atormenta e penso no que pode vir,&lt;br /&gt;se for sincero não digo que não tremo nesse medo vil.&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos de quem não quer ver um mal, me sinto em paz&lt;br /&gt;comigo mesmo e com todos os meus medos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos mais&lt;br /&gt;do que podemos ter sem tentar contentar em ter.&lt;br /&gt;Mas ninguém conseguiu suportar ou viver&lt;br /&gt;com todo esse peso do que se quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperar é uma virtude e nessa hora eu peço a Deus:&lt;br /&gt;"Me dê o dom pra que a angústia não me vença."&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que eu envelhecer e perceber que tudo é&lt;br /&gt;um mundo cheio de histórias antigas, vou poder dizer&lt;br /&gt;que não vai existir qualquer uma pra explicar&lt;br /&gt;como é novo o nosso velho amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4325658775653249838?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4325658775653249838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4325658775653249838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4325658775653249838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4325658775653249838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1415896723458370624.post-4393893632875245135</id><published>2008-04-20T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:51:44.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAtlxUECdDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2ijyqb2OypY/s1600-h/100_3961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191354893348271154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAtlxUECdDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2ijyqb2OypY/s400/100_3961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorrisão né?!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;já imaginou escutar pelo celular...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dizer que o tempo vai levar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra longe tudo que passou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E assim vou vivendo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra lembrar quem eu sou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra salvar o que ainda restou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do nosso tempo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E assim vou vivendo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra lembrar quem eu sou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra salvar o que ainda restou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do nosso tempo eu sei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que assim vou vivendo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas quando eu te vejo então&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esqueço tudo e nada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parece tão sério assim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Você pra mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu volto pra casa e vou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com a tua mão na minha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra assistir um dvd&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E depois se perder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dizer que o tempo vai levar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pra longe tudo que passou&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E assim vou vivendo... "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ein??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pois é... eu escutei ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1415896723458370624-4393893632875245135?l=cahbertamoni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/feeds/4393893632875245135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1415896723458370624&amp;postID=4393893632875245135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4393893632875245135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1415896723458370624/posts/default/4393893632875245135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cahbertamoni.blogspot.com/2008/04/sorriso-n-j-imaginou-escutar-pelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Camila Bertamoni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07557234644872717648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/S4iQfWn-uWI/AAAAAAAAAfY/lcpF_mmF-q8/S220/014.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3qqWVioviJg/SAtlxUECdDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2ijyqb2OypY/s72-c/100_3961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
