<?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-23995665</id><updated>2011-09-08T03:43:06.311-03:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG DA ISADORA LIS</title><subtitle type='html'>Um blog para falar sobre livros, amizade, curiosidades e atualidades...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>191</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-4068694889654447836</id><published>2007-03-08T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T20:29:45.022-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RfCb_9TJJzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6otcv4eKaxg/s1600-h/Flower4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039699506116503346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RfCb_9TJJzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6otcv4eKaxg/s320/Flower4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu és a flor mais bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a mais graciosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a mais esplendorosa do jardim do Criador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu és a estrela mais candente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a mais brilhante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a mais resplandecente deste céu do Senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há mais de mil palavras para descrever-te,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tua beleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tua bravura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tua realeza que não existe em outra criatura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta poesia eu fiz para celebrar o Dia Internacional da Mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&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/23995665-4068694889654447836?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/4068694889654447836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=4068694889654447836' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/4068694889654447836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/4068694889654447836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#4068694889654447836' title='Mulher'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RfCb_9TJJzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6otcv4eKaxg/s72-c/Flower4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-8685982010639158251</id><published>2007-02-27T23:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:13:40.702-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alho, um santo remédio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTlNaPL7vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iBOxK842guM/s1600-h/alho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036402301851135730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTlNaPL7vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iBOxK842guM/s320/alho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As propriedades medicinais e os benefícios que o alho traz à saúde são de há muito conhecidas. O alho tem sido considerado a “maravilha das drogas” herbáticas, com a reputação folclórica de “curar desde um simples resfriado até a peste bubônica”. Tem sido muito usado na medicina herbática (fitoterapia). Cru, tem sido aplicado no tratamento de alguns sintomas da acne, e há algumas evidencias de que pode ajudar na administração dos níveis de colesterol. Pode ser usado até como repelente natural de mosquitos.&lt;br /&gt;Em geral, quanto mais forte o sabor do alho maior o teor de enxofre, portanto, maior o seu valor medicinal. Algumas pessoas sugerem que o alho orgânico tende a ter mais enxofre ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns preferem consumir os suplementos do alho (pílulas e cápsulas) o que evita o hálito de alho.&lt;br /&gt;A ciência moderna mostrou que o alho é um poderoso antibiótico, embora de ação generalizado, não específica a algum tipo de infecção., com a grande vantagem de que o organismo parece não desenvolver resistência conta ele, o que possibilita um benefício à saúde e capacidade curativa contínua, ao longo do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ante oxidante&lt;br /&gt;Dois estudos mostram que o alho – especialmente o envelhecido – podem ter um poderoso efeito ante oxidante. Os ante oxidantes ajudam a proteger o corpo contra os “radicais livres”.&lt;br /&gt;Ante coagulante&lt;br /&gt;Pela sua característica ante coagulante, é recomendável para pessoas com pressão arterial elevada, não sendo recomendado o seu consumo pra pessoas recém submetidas a cirurgias.&lt;br /&gt;Desobstrui as vias respiratórias&lt;br /&gt;Por na boca um dente de alho cru, levemente ferido, desobstrui as vias respiratórias, sendo possível até que sejam repelidas crises de asma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Efeitos colaterais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Quando consumido cru e em grande quantidade pode trazer problemas ao sistema digestório.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pela sua característica ante coagulante, não é recomendado o seu consumo pra pessoas recém submetidas a cirurgias.&lt;br /&gt;3. Alergias ao alho podem apresentar resseca mento da pele, elevação da temperatura do corpo (estado febril) e dor de cabeça.&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/23995665-8685982010639158251?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/8685982010639158251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=8685982010639158251' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/8685982010639158251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/8685982010639158251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8685982010639158251' title='Alho, um santo remédio'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTlNaPL7vI/AAAAAAAAAEk/iBOxK842guM/s72-c/alho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-2210966899120000967</id><published>2007-02-27T22:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:57:06.614-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTg46PL7uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bKxAkX7ufNE/s1600-h/ilusÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036397551617306338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTg46PL7uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bKxAkX7ufNE/s320/ilus%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um vaso de flores, ou...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036395640356859586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTfJqPL7sI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UPHHC5PwdW0/s320/ilus%C3%A3o+17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dá pra se ver algo de cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23995665-2210966899120000967?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/2210966899120000967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=2210966899120000967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/2210966899120000967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/2210966899120000967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2210966899120000967' title='Ilusão 4'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReTg46PL7uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/bKxAkX7ufNE/s72-c/ilus%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-3080227007135375510</id><published>2007-02-24T16:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T17:06:32.211-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos cômicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCaTZtE3pI/AAAAAAAAADg/_uo639dRoRI/s1600-h/bebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035194041508355730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCaTZtE3pI/AAAAAAAAADg/_uo639dRoRI/s320/bebe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCZ75tE3oI/AAAAAAAAADY/izQvFLfSkUE/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035193637781429890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCZ75tE3oI/AAAAAAAAADY/izQvFLfSkUE/s320/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCZgptE3nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9IawqSyrm0E/s1600-h/refem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035193169629994610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCZgptE3nI/AAAAAAAAADQ/9IawqSyrm0E/s320/refem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCYmJtE3mI/AAAAAAAAADI/1BsiakUunuQ/s1600-h/gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCX65tE3kI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RvmrEEobjeg/s1600-h/cÃ£o.jpg"&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/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCYH5tE3lI/AAAAAAAAADA/JHGtyB_P1gs/s1600-h/cat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-3080227007135375510?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/3080227007135375510/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=3080227007135375510' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/3080227007135375510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/3080227007135375510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3080227007135375510' title='Fotos cômicas'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/ReCaTZtE3pI/AAAAAAAAADg/_uo639dRoRI/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-8396176535827470866</id><published>2007-02-22T19:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:09:42.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolas campeãs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rd4io5tE3jI/AAAAAAAAACo/SirZGZuuB5U/s1600-h/beijaflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034499519526788658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rd4io5tE3jI/AAAAAAAAACo/SirZGZuuB5U/s320/beijaflor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rd4iP5tE3iI/AAAAAAAAACg/ceKHyFAACT4/s1600-h/alegre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034499090030059042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rd4iP5tE3iI/AAAAAAAAACg/ceKHyFAACT4/s320/alegre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste carnaval, tivemos o desfile das escolas de samba em São Paulo e no Rio de Janeiro. No Rio, a escola de samba campeã foi a Beija-Flor, e em São Paulo a Mocidade Alegre. Agora é só esperar 2008 para assistirmos o próximo desfile!&lt;/span&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/23995665-8396176535827470866?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/8396176535827470866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=8396176535827470866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/8396176535827470866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/8396176535827470866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8396176535827470866' title='Escolas campeãs'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rd4io5tE3jI/AAAAAAAAACo/SirZGZuuB5U/s72-c/beijaflor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-5176727737977015847</id><published>2007-02-16T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T10:39:37.788-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A tragédia de João Hélio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZRv5tE3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ErR95pYBzTQ/s1600-h/joaohÃ©lio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032299517018693106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZRv5tE3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ErR95pYBzTQ/s320/joaoh%C3%A9lio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na semana passada, foi assassinado no Rio de Janeiro o menino de 6 anos João Hélio. A morte do menino entristeceu o Brasil, que grita por justiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era uma noite tranqüila, a mãe de João dirigia o carro, até que foram rendidos na rua por três bandidos, tendo entre eles um menor de 16 anos. Sairam do carro a mãe, e a filha de 14 anos. Quando a mãe foi pegar o garoto que ficou preso no cinto de segurança, os ladrões arrancaram com o carro em alta velocidade. João foi arrastado por 7 quilômetros. As pessoas que estavam na rua, viram a cena, e tentaram mostrar ao motorista que havia uma criança sendo arrastada pelo carro. Um motoqueiro e uma mulher que estava num outro carro seguiram os bandidos. Assim que eles viram a criança, fizeram zig-zag com o carro para se livrarem do corpo. Não conseguiram. Chegaram a uma rua onde largaram o carro com o corpo de João, e renderam o motoqueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os brasileiros revoltados fizeram passeatas por João Hélio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta criança de apenas 6 anos, não pode ver a vida do jeito que ela é. Não pode mais brincar, não terá a primeira namorada, a formatura, o casamento, os filhos, os netos. Mas e&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZUUJtE3gI/AAAAAAAAACI/aIZxWhPBk7s/s1600-h/gente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032302338812206594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZUUJtE3gI/AAAAAAAAACI/aIZxWhPBk7s/s320/gente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;le fez algo maior, ele mostrou aos nossos políticos que queremos justiça, que queremos segurança e libedade para andar nas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta história nos mostra que os bandidos nem respeitam as crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;João, se vc puder ouvir os brasileiros aí do céu, saiba que sua morte não foi em vão.&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/23995665-5176727737977015847?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/5176727737977015847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=5176727737977015847' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/5176727737977015847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/5176727737977015847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5176727737977015847' title='A tragédia de João Hélio'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZRv5tE3fI/AAAAAAAAACA/ErR95pYBzTQ/s72-c/joaoh%C3%A9lio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-5344686835013693314</id><published>2007-02-16T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:14:23.355-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha o carnaval aí gente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZI0ptE3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VyyGR5ZgNoY/s1600-h/Carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032289703018421730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZI0ptE3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VyyGR5ZgNoY/s320/Carnaval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galera, estamos no período de carnaval. Isso significa festa, comemoração, folia... Eu desejo a todos vcs, um FELIZ CARVAVAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs,&lt;br /&gt;Isadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-5344686835013693314?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/5344686835013693314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=5344686835013693314' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/5344686835013693314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/5344686835013693314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5344686835013693314' title='Olha o carnaval aí gente!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RdZI0ptE3eI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VyyGR5ZgNoY/s72-c/Carnaval.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-2410341646358545069</id><published>2007-02-07T21:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T22:33:00.597-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vaidade matou Narciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ano passado, eu escrevi um post falando da modelo Ana Carolina que morreu de anorexia. Ontem, na aula de redação do colégio, trabalhamos sobre o mito de Narciso. Agora, irei recontá-lo para vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Antes de nascer, os pais de Narciso, para saber o futuro do filho, foram até o oráculo Tirésias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Oráculo Tirésias, precisamos saber do futuro do nosso filho que está para nascer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rcp8QqKzRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/tZ_Lki_c1Ao/s1600-h/narciso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028968559551923314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rcp8QqKzRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/tZ_Lki_c1Ao/s320/narciso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Bem... - Tirésias se calou por um minuto para responder - Vejo que ele será um rapaz muito belo. - os pais ficaram contentes ao ouvir as palavras dele, mas Tirésias queria dizer algo mais - Entretanto, ele nunca poderá saber da beleza que tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os anos se passaram, Narciso se tornou o rapaz mais belo do vilarejo onde vivia. Todas as moças queriam conquistá-lo, mas Narciso desprezava todas. Um dia, elas se revoltaram, e foram ao monte Olímpo rogar aos deuses que castigassem Narciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Ó, deuses poderosos! Ouçam nossa prece, e castiguem o maldito Narciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E assim foi feito, os deuses com pena das jovens, fizeram-no se olhar num lago. Quando Narciso viu seu reflexo pela primeira vez, apaixonou-se por sua própria imagem. E ele ficou lá, se olhando até morrer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta história nos mostra que a vaidade mata. Cuidado com a vaidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-2410341646358545069?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/2410341646358545069/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=2410341646358545069' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/2410341646358545069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/2410341646358545069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#2410341646358545069' title='A Vaidade matou Narciso'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/Rcp8QqKzRHI/AAAAAAAAABc/tZ_Lki_c1Ao/s72-c/narciso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-1985915059001519127</id><published>2007-02-04T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:17:00.821-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ensinamento de Cristo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZNLKKzRGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oWuGnWjdGc0/s1600-h/jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027790888109294690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZNLKKzRGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oWuGnWjdGc0/s320/jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-1985915059001519127?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/1985915059001519127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=1985915059001519127' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/1985915059001519127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/1985915059001519127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#1985915059001519127' title='O Ensinamento de Cristo'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZNLKKzRGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oWuGnWjdGc0/s72-c/jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-6524148952279413858</id><published>2007-02-04T17:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T17:52:01.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Domínio Público</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZEyqKzRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oaBugibss14/s1600-h/laugh_alicescat.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027781671109477426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZEyqKzRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oaBugibss14/s320/laugh_alicescat.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoal, sugiro que vocês visitem o site de pesquisas Domínio Público. É só clicar aí:&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dominiopublico.gov.com"&gt;www.dominiopublico.gov.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É no Domínio Público que vocês encontram histórias com personagens como o gato de "Alice no País das Maravilhas", que está ao lado do post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&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/23995665-6524148952279413858?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/6524148952279413858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=6524148952279413858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/6524148952279413858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/6524148952279413858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#6524148952279413858' title='Domínio Público'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hAUnRyU8sUw/RcZEyqKzRDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/oaBugibss14/s72-c/laugh_alicescat.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-117061500945542505</id><published>2007-02-04T15:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T16:33:10.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A prece do dia de hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senhor Deus, agradeço pelo dia de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/58549/gatinho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/839378/gatinho2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais um dia de paz e alegria em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mais um dia com saúde e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada pela vida que Tu me destes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada pela beleza do mundo que eu posso aproveitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-117061500945542505?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/117061500945542505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=117061500945542505' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117061500945542505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117061500945542505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117061500945542505' title='A prece do dia de hoje'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-117055666379449370</id><published>2007-02-03T22:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:23:51.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O PERIGO onde menos se imagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/628355/polly1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Depois dos produtos Barbie e Hello Kitty, em terceiro lugar como mais vendidos têm os produtos Polly Pocket. A boneca Polly é adorada por crianças do mundo todo, mas ocorreu um fato que será marcante no histórico desta boneca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em minha vida toda tive somente 2 bonecas Polly, as duas com roupas de borracha. Devido as roupinh&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/559415/polly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/484683/polly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as de borracha estragarem na maioria das vezes, a empresa resolveu apelar para a modernidade: O ÍMÃ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pode-se pensar "É apenas um ímã comum!" Não é nada. Os imãs presos às roupinhas de Polly são de primeira qualidade, mesmo te&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;do um dedo para separá-los, são capazes de se atraírem. Aí está o problema. O brinquedo é proibido para menores de 3 anos, pois tem peças muito pequenas, algumas com ímã. Quando a criança engole mais de um ímã, eles podem atrapalhar o sistema digestivo fechando as alças intestinais, fazendo a criança passar muito mal. Nos Estados Unidos, um bebê morreu por engolir os mesmos imãs, só que de um outro brinquedo. As vendas dos brinquedos Polly Pocket caiu e, em Novembro do ano passado, avisaram sobre o recolhimento dos brinquedos nas lojas. Porém, ainda há muitos desses brinquedos nas casas dos consumidores, ou melhor, consumidoras. Cuidado com a "Polly Morte"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-117055666379449370?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/117055666379449370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=117055666379449370' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117055666379449370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117055666379449370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117055666379449370' title='O PERIGO onde menos se imagina'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-117047378795912201</id><published>2007-02-03T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:36:27.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa de Iemanjá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/956883/Iemanja.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/890508/Iemanja.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iemanjá tem outros nomes: Rainha do Mar, Janaína, Sereia do Mar... É rainha das águas e mãe de muitas divindades. Na Bahia é festejada dia 2 de Fevereiro. No Rio de Janeiro e em Santos, dia 31 de Dezembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-117047378795912201?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/117047378795912201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=117047378795912201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117047378795912201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117047378795912201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117047378795912201' title='Festa de Iemanjá'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-117047315026073766</id><published>2007-02-02T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:43:25.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma comédia para a criança de todos nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/382028/jenna%20e%20matt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/713953/jenna%20e%20matt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em seu aniversário de 13 anos, Jenna Rick prepara uma festa e convida as garotas populares do colégio. Mas quando os convidados abondonam a festa, Jenna pensa que foi culpa de seu melhor amigo Matt. Ao desejar ter 30 anos para sua vida ser melhor, o pedido de Jenna se torna realidade com a ajuda de um pó mágico. Porém, ela descobre que nos 17 anos que se passaram, ela se tor&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/448504/jenna%20e%20matt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/479309/jenna%20e%20matt3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nou uma pessoa terrível. Agora, ela quer consertar os erros do passado, para viver o futuro com o amor que deixou para trás: Matt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"De Repente 30" é uma comédia romântica que tem como atriz principal Jennifer Garner (Jenna com 30 anos) e Mark Ruffalo (Matt com 30 anos). A história é linda, e mostra que não devemos abondonar as pessoas que nos amam de verdade. Aproveitem o filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-117047315026073766?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/117047315026073766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=117047315026073766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117047315026073766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117047315026073766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117047315026073766' title='Uma comédia para a criança de todos nós'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-117037583108497359</id><published>2007-02-01T20:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T21:23:51.100-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/carnaval.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/carnaval.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos no segundo mês do ano, Fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Festa de Iemanjá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13-Início da Semana de Arte Moderna em 1922&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Curtam bastante o mês de Fevereiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-117037583108497359?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/117037583108497359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=117037583108497359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117037583108497359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/117037583108497359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117037583108497359' title='Fevereiro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116994374863066001</id><published>2007-01-27T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:53:31.693-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O tesouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/934073/amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/896630/amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116994374863066001?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116994374863066001/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116994374863066001' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994374863066001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994374863066001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116994374863066001' title='O tesouro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116994343115071444</id><published>2007-01-27T21:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:17:11.166-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Antônio Carlos Brasileiro... ou Tom Jobim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/605950/jobim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/432975/jobim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Este grande bossa-novista nasceu em 25/01/1927, Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil e faleceu em 08/12/1994, num hospital de New York, Estados Unidos, onde fôra extirpar um tumor na bexiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Músico, arranjador, maestro, poeta e compositor popular, autor de "Garota de Ipanema, Tom Jobim fez de sua música um símbolo do movimento da Bossa Nova. Parabéns Brasil, por ter gerado um Tom Jobim, se estivesse vivo, no dia 25 faria 80 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116994343115071444?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116994343115071444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116994343115071444' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994343115071444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994343115071444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116994343115071444' title='Antônio Carlos Brasileiro... ou Tom Jobim'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116994270075087816</id><published>2007-01-27T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:05:00.876-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lewis Carroll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/138518/lewiscarrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/388173/lewiscarrol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu nome completo era CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON. Nasceu em 27/01/1832, Daresbury, Cheshire, Inglaterra, e faleceu em: 14/01/1898, Inglaterra Diácono da Igreja Anglicana (1861) e professor de Matemática de Oxford (1855 a 1881).&lt;br /&gt;Foi o escritor infantil autor de "Alice no País das Maravilhas" (1865) e "Com Olhar de Vidro" (1872).&lt;br /&gt;Era mestre em jogos de linguagem e paradoxos semânticos. É com muita alegria que comemoramos 175 anos de Lewis Carroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs,&lt;br /&gt;Isadora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116994270075087816?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116994270075087816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116994270075087816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994270075087816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116994270075087816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116994270075087816' title='Lewis Carroll'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116941009476395188</id><published>2007-01-21T17:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T16:50:51.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou de olho em vocês!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/172335/mulher%2520pisca%2520o%2520olho.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/505591/mulher%252520pisca%252520o%252520olho.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116941009476395188?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116941009476395188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116941009476395188' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116941009476395188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116941009476395188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116941009476395188' title='Estou de olho em vocês!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116940987275830057</id><published>2007-01-21T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T17:04:32.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Noiva Cadáver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Noiva Cadáver é um dos melhores filmes que já vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A história começa em uma vila pacata. O casamento arranjado de Victor Vandort com Victoria Everglot está chegando, e eles se conhecem um dia antes do casamento. No primeiro instante que se conhecem se apaixonam. Porém, Victor não consegue aprender seus &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/108736/a%20noiva%20cadaver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/213800/a%20noiva%20cadaver1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;votos para o casamento, e vai decorando-os enquanto caminha pela floresta. Sem querer, pensando ter metido a aliança numa raiz de árvore, Victor a mete no dedo de uma cadáver. Tentando fugir dela, ele desmaia. Quando acorda, descobre que está no mundo dos mortos. A Noiva Cádaver se apresenta como Emily, e diz que quando era jovem se apaixonou por um rapaz. Como o pai dela não aprovava o namoro, eles combinaram de fugir. O encontro seria no cemitério, e Emily por precaução, levou as jóias da família. O rapaz não a amava de verdade, a assassinou e roubou as jóias. Victor estava determinado a voltar para Victoria, mas descobre que já que estava desaparecido, os pais dela resolveram que a filha deveria casar-se com um suposto lorde, o mesmo homem que assassinou Emily. Victor fica decepcionado, e decidi casar-se novamente com Emily, só que desta vez na Igreja, e ele teria que se matar, pois os votos só valem até que a morte os separe, e ela estava morta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O final desta história eu não posso contar, só vocês vendo o filme "A Noiva Cadáver".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/362010/noivacadaver02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116940987275830057?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116940987275830057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116940987275830057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116940987275830057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116940987275830057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116940987275830057' title='A Noiva Cadáver'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116933602427643475</id><published>2007-01-20T20:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:47:36.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades históricas 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/924138/napole??o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/762734/napole%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Você sabia que o inglês não era a língua materna da rainha Vitória?A mãe da rainha, filha de um duque alemão, falava o idioma germânico em casa e, Vitória, embora tenha governado a Inglaterra por 46 anos, nunca conseguiu falar o inglês corretamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Você acredita que o imperador Carlos Magno nunca aprendeu a escrever?O imperador, embora praticasse a escrita, admitia não conseguir dominar tal habilidade. Entretanto, aprendeu a ler. Carlos Magno estava à frente de quase todos os governantes de sua época, que consideravam tais habilidades indignas de suas posições, delegando-as assim aos monges e subalternos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Por que, nas pinturas, Napoleão Bonaparte está com a mão na barriga?Repare só: na maioria dos quadros que retratam o imperador francês, sua mão está comprimindo a barriga. Napoleão sofria de fortes dores de estômago, talvez causadas por um câncer ou uma úlcera, não se sabe ao certo. A doença se agravou quando o imperador tinha 48 anos. É bem possível que a doença o levasse a colocar a mão na barriga uma vez ou outra, mas não com a freqüência retratada pelos pintores franceses de então. É que na época predominava o classicismo nas artes e uma de suas características é valorizar o caráter heróico dos personagens. Assim, nos quadros, Napoleão tinha registrado seu sofrimento, sua luta. O imperador morreu aos 52 anos de idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado das curiosidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116933602427643475?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116933602427643475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116933602427643475' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116933602427643475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116933602427643475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116933602427643475' title='Curiosidades históricas 2'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116880422516081734</id><published>2007-01-14T16:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:14:55.620-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica de supermercado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/350376/Leite%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/877160/Leite%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faça sempre uma lista de compras pensando na quantidade de comida realmente consumida pela família. A idéia é comprar sempre o estritamente necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116880422516081734?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116880422516081734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116880422516081734' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116880422516081734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116880422516081734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116880422516081734' title='Dica de supermercado'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116831212093144738</id><published>2007-01-08T23:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:52:47.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Que a Coca Cola te faz alegre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já imaginou o que acontece com seu organismo depois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de tomar uma Coca-Cola geladinha? Veja aqui, passo-a-passo, o que ocorre após ingerir Coca-Cola. Você já imaginou porque a Coca-Cola te deixa al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;egre? É porque ela te deixa meio "alto", se é que vocês me entendem. Eles tiraram a cocaína da fórmula há quase 100 anos, sabe porque? Porque ela era totalmente redundante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutos- Uma quantidade parecida com 10 colheres de chá de açúcar golpeiam seu organismo (100% da recomendação diária). Com essa quantidade de açúcar, você só não vomita imediatamente porque o ácido fosfórico quebra o enorme sabor de açúcar, permitindo que a Coca não fique tão doce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutos - O açúcar do seu sangue aumenta, causando uma explosão de insulina. Seu fígado responde transformando todo o açúcar em gordura (que nesse momento é abundante).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 minutos - A absorção de cafeína está completa. Suas pupilas dilatam, sua pressão aumenta e, como resposta, seu fígado joga mais açúcar em sua corrente sanguínea. Os receptores de adenosina no seu cérebro são bloqueados, evitando que você fique entorpecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 minutos - Seu corpo aumenta a produção de dopamina, estimulando os centros de prazer do seu cérebro. Fisicamente, é exatamente isso que acontece se você tomar uma dose de heroína.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 minutos - O ácido fosfórico prende o cálcio, o magnésio e zinco no seu intestino grosso, provocando um aumento no metabolismo. Essa junção é composta por altas doses de açúcar e adoçantes artificiais. Isso também faz você eliminar cálcio pela urina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65 minutos - A propriedade diurética da cafeína começa a agir, e faz você ter vontade de ir ao banheiro. Agora é certo que você ira defecar a junção de cálcio, magnésio e zinco; que deveriam ir para seus ossos, assim como o sódio e a água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70 minutos - O entusiasmo que você sentia, passa. Você começa a sentir falta de açúcar, que faz você ficar meio irritado e/ou com preguiça. Essa hora você já urinou toda a água da Coca, mas não sem antes levar junto alguns nutrientes que seu corpo iria usar para hidratar o organismo e fortalecer ossos e dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo será seguido por uma enorme falta de cafeína em poucas horas. Menos de duas, se você for fumante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem problema, toma outra Coca-Cola aí que vai fazer você se sentir melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116831212093144738?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116831212093144738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116831212093144738' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116831212093144738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116831212093144738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116831212093144738' title='Por Que a Coca Cola te faz alegre?'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116827785459216257</id><published>2007-01-08T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:15:19.496-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Arco-Íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No dia 1° de Janeiro deste ano, em Belém, depois de uma chuva surgiu este lindo Arco-Íris.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/513454/DSC_0940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116827785459216257?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116827785459216257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116827785459216257' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827785459216257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827785459216257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116827785459216257' title='O Arco-Íris'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116827632801663145</id><published>2007-01-08T14:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T14:12:08.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/483424/sentimento.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/400/156077/sentimento.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116827632801663145?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116827632801663145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116827632801663145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827632801663145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827632801663145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116827632801663145' title='Se você...'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116827428243912551</id><published>2007-01-08T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T13:43:16.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Marcas mais Famosas do mundo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/400567/n??vea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/156085/n%3F%3Fvea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aspirina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É da casca do salgueiro que vem o princípio ativo da aspirina. A salicina e o salicilato, extraídos dessa árvore, eram usados contra a cefaléia na Mesopotamia, 3 mil anos a.C. No entanto, a aspirina foi patenteada pela indústria alemã Bayer em 10 de outubro de 1897. O químico Felix Hoffmann, com a ajuda do professor Heinrich Dreser, sintetizou o ácido acetilsalicílico para aliviar as dores reumáticas do seu pai. O nome do remédio mais popular do século foi formado assim: "a" vem de acetil; "spir" é a raiz do ácido epírico (substância quimicamente idêntica ao ácido acetilsalicílico); e o "ina" é um sufixo que se adicionava ao nome de todos os medicamentos no final do século XIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alka-Seltzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No inverno de 1928, Hub Beardsley, presidente dos Laboratórios Dr. Miles, visitou uma redacção de um jornal e viu que nenhum funcionário havia faltado por causa da gripe que estava a contagiar todos. Explicaram-lhe que eles tomavam uma combinação de aspirina e soda caustica. Beardsley pediu aos seus químicos para testarem a fórmula. O químico Maurice Treneer foi mais longe e criou o Alka-Seltzer 3 anos depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Creme Nívea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi criado em dezembro de 1911 pela farmácia de manipulação do doutor Oskar Troplowitz, que descobriu como unir água e óleo para hidratar a pele. O Eucerit, retirado da lanolina e combinado com óleos, água, compostos de glicerina, ácido cítrico e essências de rosas e lírios, formava o creme. "Branco como a neve", foi batizado de Nívea e era comercializado numa latinha amarela. A embalagem ganhou a cor azul com letras brancas em 1925. Depois da Segunda Guerra Mundial, a marca Nívea foi expropriada. A partir de 1952, a empresa Beiersdorf iniciou uma longa jornada pelos países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116827428243912551?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116827428243912551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116827428243912551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827428243912551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116827428243912551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116827428243912551' title='As Marcas mais Famosas do mundo 2'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116821990665712383</id><published>2007-01-07T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:31:46.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O buquê</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ontem, Dia de Reis, ocorreu o casamento de uma amiga da mamãe. O convite era para minha mãe e meu pai, mas meu pai não quis ir, então eu o substitui. A cerimônia da capela foi rápida e divertida. Logo no final, uma moça distribuiu para os convidados saquinhos de arroz e pétalas de rosas para atirarmos nos noivos na saída da capela. Fomos para a recepção do casamento onde foi servido o jantar.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/552525/DSC_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/400247/DSC_0943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois, anunciaram que a noiva ia jogar o buquê. Uma outra amiga da mamãe me chamou para participarmos, mas só por gozação. Daí, a noiva ameaçou, por 3 vezes, jogar o buquê. Na quarta nem contamos. Quando olhei para cima, o buquê vinha em minha direção e eu o apanhei. Minha mãe ficou surpresa. Dançamos, nos divertimos, e voltamos para casa às 02:30 da manhã do dia seguinte. Papai ficou "furioso" por chegarmos tão tarde. Dizem que quem pega o buquê da noiva quando é muito nova, não se casará no futuro. Será que é verdade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116821990665712383?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116821990665712383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116821990665712383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116821990665712383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116821990665712383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116821990665712383' title='O buquê'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116821614870054210</id><published>2007-01-07T21:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:29:08.703-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volta às aulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/732802/volta_aulas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/105196/volta_aulas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pois é, as aulas estão voltando. Isso significa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Comprar o material escolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Fazer a matrícula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Encomendar o uniforme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E é na volta às aulas que reencontramos nossos amiguinhos, aprendemos coisas novas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que vocês meus pequenos leitores, tenham uma boa Volta às Aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116821614870054210?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116821614870054210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116821614870054210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116821614870054210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116821614870054210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116821614870054210' title='Volta às aulas'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116769229218256208</id><published>2007-01-01T19:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:28:59.676-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/841632/Sorr%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/595897/Sorr%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Olá pessoal. Tudo bem? Que bom que estamos em 2007. Isso quer dizer que temos novos sonhos para realizarmos. Espero que neste ano sejamos muito felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116769229218256208?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116769229218256208/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116769229218256208' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116769229218256208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116769229218256208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116769229218256208' title='2007'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116769195539799397</id><published>2007-01-01T19:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T08:57:01.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Janeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/878024/Come%20128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/400/934757/Come%20128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;01-Dia da Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia da Confraternização Universal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06-Dia de Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25-Nascimento de Tom Jobim (1927-1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27-Nascimento de Lewis Carrol (1832-1898)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116769195539799397?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116769195539799397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116769195539799397' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116769195539799397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116769195539799397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116769195539799397' title='Janeiro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116732393222347651</id><published>2006-12-28T13:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:09:20.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/896079/feliz_ano_novo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/625749/feliz_ano_novo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Queridos amigos, este ano de 2006 foi muito bom para todos. Meu blog começou em Março deste ano, e agora estamos chegando em 2007. Nesta semana eu farei uma viagem para comemorar o Ano Novo, mas estarei de volta em Janeiro. Desejo a vocês um próspero Ano Novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116732393222347651?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116732393222347651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116732393222347651' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116732393222347651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116732393222347651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116732393222347651' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116732224361304843</id><published>2006-12-28T13:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T13:12:00.283-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Faltam 3 dias para o Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/240006/Nume%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/188859/Nume%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116732224361304843?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116732224361304843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116732224361304843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116732224361304843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116732224361304843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116732224361304843' title='Faltam 3 dias para o Ano Novo'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116709885689613358</id><published>2006-12-25T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T11:22:07.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte de rua</title><content type='html'>Veja como grafiteiros podem mudar uma parede pixada para uma obra de arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rymtzlx5PS0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116709885689613358?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116709885689613358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116709885689613358' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116709885689613358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116709885689613358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116709885689613358' title='Arte de rua'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116708057655408660</id><published>2006-12-25T17:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T18:02:56.556-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma flor em minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/987825/flor.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/271942/flor.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116708057655408660?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116708057655408660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116708057655408660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116708057655408660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116708057655408660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116708057655408660' title='Uma flor em minha vida'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116701828152278171</id><published>2006-12-25T00:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:44:41.543-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/154938/menino_jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/817615/menino_jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (menino Jesus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116701828152278171?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116701828152278171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116701828152278171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116701828152278171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116701828152278171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116701828152278171' title='Feliz Natal!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116697283113103325</id><published>2006-12-24T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:03:47.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>2000!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/62373/Come%2029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/942032/Come%2029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesta véspera de Natal, o meu blog conseguiu alcançar o número de 2000 visitantes. Desde Março, até Dezembro de 2006, e começando do zero. É com muita alegria que ganho este presente de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116697283113103325?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116697283113103325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116697283113103325' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116697283113103325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116697283113103325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116697283113103325' title='2000!!!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116697236556055174</id><published>2006-12-24T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:59:25.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FALTA 1 DIA PARA O NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/676972/Nume%20208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/204529/Nume%20208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116697236556055174?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116697236556055174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116697236556055174' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116697236556055174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116697236556055174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116697236556055174' title='FALTA 1 DIA PARA O NATAL'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116696615998139090</id><published>2006-12-24T10:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T14:02:28.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>João e Maria</title><content type='html'>Faz uma semana que faleceu Sivuca, um grande músico brasileiro. O vídeo abaixo é de uma música chamada "João e Maria", composta por Sivuca e Chico Buarque. Vejam como o vídeo é lindo. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;Bjs,&lt;br /&gt;Isadora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaoHq_pfmZs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116696615998139090?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116696615998139090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116696615998139090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116696615998139090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116696615998139090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116696615998139090' title='João e Maria'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116689987240454434</id><published>2006-12-23T15:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T07:47:25.586-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FALTAM 2 DIAS PARA O NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/955951/Nume%2045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/773619/Nume%2045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116689987240454434?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116689987240454434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116689987240454434' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116689987240454434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116689987240454434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116689987240454434' title='FALTAM 2 DIAS PARA O NATAL'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116689960205012399</id><published>2006-12-23T15:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T10:33:12.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário de Ana Maria Machado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/299183/Ana_Maria_Machado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/800377/Ana_Maria_Machado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ana Maria Machado é uma das grandes escritoras brasileiras, com mais de 100 livros publicados. Eu já li os seguintes livro dela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palavras Palavrinhas e Palavrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O livro das virtudes para as crianças 1, 2 e 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São livro muito bons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso quero desejar a esta maravilhosa escritora um FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116689960205012399?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116689960205012399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116689960205012399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116689960205012399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116689960205012399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116689960205012399' title='Aniversário de Ana Maria Machado'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116681978681202827</id><published>2006-12-22T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:36:26.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FALTAM 3 DIAS PARA O NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/807470/Nume%20200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/749529/Nume%20200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116681978681202827?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116681978681202827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116681978681202827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116681978681202827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116681978681202827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116681978681202827' title='FALTAM 3 DIAS PARA O NATAL'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116655153189942041</id><published>2006-12-19T14:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T15:47:38.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10  ALIMENTOS  PARA  VIVER  MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AVEIA&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda a diminuir o colesterol ruim, o LDL. Ganhou o selo de redutor do risco de doenças cardíacas da FDA, agência americana de controle de alimentos e remédios. Quantidade recomendada: 40 gramas por dia de farelo ou 60 gramas da farinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALHO&lt;br /&gt;Reduz a pressão arterial e protege o coração ao diminuir a taxa de colesterol ruim e aumentar os níveis do colesterol bom, o HDL. Pesquisas indicam que pode ajudar na prevenção de tumores malignos.Quantidade recomendada: um dente por dia (para diminuir o colesterol e a pressão arterial).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AZEITE DE OLIVA&lt;br /&gt;Auxilia na redução do LDL. Sua ingestão no lugar de margarina ou manteiga pode reduzir em até 40% o risco de doenças do coração.Quantidade recomendada: 15 mililitros por dia ou uma colher (de sopa rasa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CASTANHA-DO-PARÁ&lt;br /&gt;Assim como noz, pistache e amêndoa, auxilia na prevenção de problemas cardíacos. Também ganhou o selo de redutora de doenças cardiovasculares da FDA.Quantidade recomendada: 30 gramas por dia ou de cinco a seis unidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHÁ VERDE&lt;br /&gt;Auxilia na prevenção de tumores malignos. Estudos indicam ainda que pode diminuir as doenças do coração, prevenir pedras nos rins e auxiliar no tratamento da obesidade.Quantidade recomendada: de quatro a seis xícaras por dia (para reduzir os riscos de gastrite e câncer no esôfago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MAÇÃ&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda a prevenir tumores malignos, diz o médico Michael Roizen. O consumo regular de frutas variadas auxilia na redução de doenças cardíacas e da pressão sangüínea, além de evitar doenças oculares como catarata.Quantidade recomendada: cinco porções de frutas por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PEIXES&lt;br /&gt;Os peixes ricos em ômega 3, como a sardinha, o bacalhau e o salmão, são poderosos aliados na prevenção de infartos e derrames. Estudos indicam também que reduzem dores de artrite, melhoram a depressão e protegem o cérebro contra doenças como o mal de Alzheimer.Quantidade recomendada: pelo menos 180 gramas por semana (para reduzir o risco de doenças cardiovasculares).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOJA&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda a reduzir o risco de doenças cardiovasculares, segundo a FDA. Seu consumo regular pode diminuir os níveis de colesterol ruim em mais de 10%. Há indicações de que também ajuda a amenizar os incômodos da menopausa e a prevenir o câncer de mama e de cólon.Quantidade recomendada: 150 gramas de grão de soja por dia, o equivalente a uma xícara de chá (para reduzir o colesterol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOMATE&lt;br /&gt;Auxilia na prevenção do câncer de próstata.Quantidade recomendada: uma colher e meia (sopa) de molho de tomate por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VINHO TINTO&lt;br /&gt;A uva vermelha, presente no vinho ou no suco, ajuda a aumentar o colesterol bom e evita o acúmulo de gordura nas artérias, prevenindo doenças do coração.Quantidade recomendada: dois copos de suco de uva ou uma taça de vinho tinto por dia.* As quantidades de alimentos indicadas se referem apenas à prevenção das doenças especificadas. A dosagem ideal para o combate das demais ainda não foi identificada pelos pesquisadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tenham gostado da curiosidade. E agora você já sabe quais são os melhores  alimentos para viver bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs,&lt;br /&gt;Isadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116655153189942041?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116655153189942041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116655153189942041' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116655153189942041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116655153189942041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116655153189942041' title='10  ALIMENTOS  PARA  VIVER  MAIS'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116647650299394188</id><published>2006-12-18T17:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:06:25.206-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As sete maravilhas do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estátua de Zeus Olímpico (Grécia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi esculpida por Fídias, o mais célebre escultor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;da Antiguidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;em ébano e marfim, entre 456 e 447 a.C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(depois dessa, Fídias não fez mais nenhuma outra obra). Tinha quinze metros de altura e era toda incrustada de ouro e pedras preciosas. Estava na cidade de Olímpia até que um terremoto a destruiu, possivelmente em 1 215. Entre os gregos, considerava-se desafortunado aquele que não tivesse visitado a estátua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Templo de Diana (Turquia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Levou duzentos anos para ficar pronto - em 450 a.C. - na cidade de Éfeso. Tinha 141 metros de comprimento e 73 metros de largura. Suas 127 colunas de mármore atingiam dezenove metros de altura. Depois de ter sido incendiado em 356 por Eróstrato, foi reconstruído (dessa vez em vinte anos) e destruído novamente em 262 pelos godos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colosso de Rodes(Grécia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A gigantesca estátua de Hélio, o deus do sol, tinha 46 metros de altura, era toda de bronze e pesava setenta toneladas. De pernas abertas, ela ficava na entrada do golfo de Rodes, uma ilha do mar Egeu. Levou doze anos para ser construída (292 a 280 a.C.) e acabou destruída por um terremoto em 224 a.C. Os restos foram vendidos a um comerciante que encheu novecentas cargas de camelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mausoléu de Halicarnasso (Turquia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Artemissa II, irmã e esposa do rei Mausolo, mandou construir o maior e mais suntuoso túmulo de todas as épocas. Sua base era de mármore e bronze, com revestimento de ouro. Trabalharam ali 30 mil homens durante dez anos e a obra ficou pronta em 352 a.C. No alto da construção de cinqüenta metros, viam-se as estátuas do rei e da rainha. Artemisa morreu antes de ver o mausoléu terminado. Fragmentos desse monumento são encontrados no Museu Britânico, em Londres, e em Bodrum, na Turquia. A palavra mausoléu vem de Mausolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Farol de Alexandria (Egito)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erguia-se numa das ilhas de Faros, perto de Alexandria e tinha uma torre de mármore branco de 135 metros de altura. Era iluminado pelo fogo de lenha ou carvão. lnaugurado em 270 a.C., o farol foi destruído por um terremoto em 1375.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jardins suspensos da Babilônia (lraque)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foram construídos por ordem do poderoso Nabucodonosor II, em 600 a.C., em homenagem a urna de suas mulheres, Semíramis, que sentia saudade das montanhas de sua terra. Os jardins eram seis montanhas artificiais, apoiadas em colunas de 25 a cem metros de altura, ao sul do rio Eufrates. Ficavam a duzentos metros do palácio real. Conta-se que Nabucodonosor enlouqueceu ao contemplar essa obra. Alguns historiadores, no entanto, atribuem o trabalho à rainha Semíramis. Tudo foi destruído em data desconhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pirâmides do Egito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Das sete maravilhas do mundo antigo, as oitenta pirâmides suo as únicas sobreviventes. Foram construídas por de 2690 a.C., a 10 km do Cairo, capital do Egito. As três célebres pirâmides de Gizé ocuparam uma área de 129 000 metros quadrados. A maior delas (148 metros de altura) foi construída por Quéops, o mais rico dos faraós, com 2.3 milhões de blocos de pedra, a maioria deles pesando duas toneladas e meia. Empregou 100 mil operaríos durante vinte anos. As outras grandes pirâmides são a de Quéfren (136 metros) e a de Miquerinos (62 metros). Miquerinos era filho de Quéops e construiu a mais cara de todas elas. Se enfileirássemos os blocos de granito das três pirâmides, eles dariam a volta ao mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estas são as sete maravilhas do mundo. Espero que tenham gostado da curiosidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116647650299394188?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116647650299394188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116647650299394188' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116647650299394188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116647650299394188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116647650299394188' title='As sete maravilhas do mundo'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116553242654457860</id><published>2006-12-07T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:50:14.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparação para a Primeira Eucaristia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/720133/30%20c??pias"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/494913/30%20c%3F%3Fpias%2010x15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhã será realizada na Capela de Lourdes a minha Primeira Eucaristia. Depois da missa que começará às 08:30 da manhã até 10:30 da manhã, realizaremos um almoço na minha casa. Minha mãe já preparou as lembranças da minha Primeira Eucaristia. Ao lado, a foto que minha mãe escolheu para a lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116553242654457860?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116553242654457860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116553242654457860' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116553242654457860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116553242654457860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116553242654457860' title='Preparação para a Primeira Eucaristia'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116509403663321405</id><published>2006-12-02T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T18:47:41.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/820/2138/1600/765420/Come%20274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/820/2138/320/791554/Come%20274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Agora estamos no mês de Dezembro. Abaixo as seguintes comemorações do mês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Dia contra a AIDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Dia Nacional do Samba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8-Dia de Nossa Senhora da Imaculada Conceição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10-Dia da Declaração dos direitos humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21/22- Início do Verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24-Aniversário de Ana Maria Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25-Natal - Nascimento do menino Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31-Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116509403663321405?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116509403663321405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116509403663321405' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116509403663321405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116509403663321405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116509403663321405' title='Dezembro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116476447932553197</id><published>2006-11-28T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:33:10.516-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A namorada do Homem Aranha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/207521/0dancaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/972443/0dancaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/120825/aranha2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/893171/aranha2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116476447932553197?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116476447932553197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116476447932553197' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116476447932553197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116476447932553197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116476447932553197' title='A namorada do Homem Aranha'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116466928290373860</id><published>2006-11-27T19:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:56:10.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases de consciência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Abaixo tem algumas frases de consciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Escute seu coração. Ele conhece todas as coisas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;porque veio da Alma do Mundo e um dia retornará para ela. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;prender uma coisa significa entrar em contato com um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mundo do qual não se tem a menor idéia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;É preciso ser humilde para aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que Deus esteja sempre com você, mas que acima de tudo você esteja sempre com Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você se faz responsável pelos outros, acaba se tornando irresponsável consigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Luiz A. Gasparetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Vale mais o vizinho que está perto do que o irmão que está longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Provérbios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor torna tudo brilhante, agradável e vantajoso. O amor é o vaso que contém alegria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Madre Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Uma longa viagem começa com um único passo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lao Tsé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A verdade é dura como o diamante, mas delicada como a flor de pessegueiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A poesia é o bálsamo da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Coelho Neto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor é formado de uma só alma, habitando dois corpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aristóteles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor sendo cego, os enamorados não podem ver as loucuras que cometem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O amor é um ato de fé e que tiver pouca fé também terá pouco amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Erich Fromm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116466928290373860?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116466928290373860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116466928290373860' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116466928290373860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116466928290373860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116466928290373860' title='Frases de consciência'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116448921991600128</id><published>2006-11-25T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:45:49.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/709946/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/320/313840/felicidade.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116448921991600128?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116448921991600128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116448921991600128' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116448921991600128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116448921991600128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116448921991600128' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116441712922345272</id><published>2006-11-24T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T20:03:47.986-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegada do Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/1600/120825/aranha2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6883/2484/200/893171/aranha2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoal, estou muito agitada, pois as aulas estão acabando e está chegando o Natal. Em breve estaremos no ano de 2007. Os enfeites de Natal já estão sendo vendidos nas lojas. Faltam 8 dias para encerrarem minhas aulas. E vocês, como se sentem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116441712922345272?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116441712922345272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116441712922345272' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116441712922345272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116441712922345272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116441712922345272' title='Chegada do Natal'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116398251457959873</id><published>2006-11-19T20:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:34:52.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Magreza mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/ana%20carolina2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/320/ana%20carolina2.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na última terça-feira, a modelo Ana Carolina Reston Macan, morreu de Anorexia Crônica. A modelo tinha 21 anos e pesava 51 quilos. Isso foi o resultado da obsessão por magreza que não só Ana, mas muitas modelos tinham, pois as agências de modelos preferiam as modelos bem magras. Com tantos casos de anorexia nervosa ultimamente, as agências estão evitando que modelos muito magras desfilem, pois não apresentam aspecto saudável. Segundo a mãe, a modelo só se alimentava de maçã e tomate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Por isso, pais, cuidem bem de seus filhos e filhas, para que não tenham o mesmo fim de Ana Carolina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116398251457959873?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116398251457959873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116398251457959873' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116398251457959873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116398251457959873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116398251457959873' title='A Magreza mata'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116398015626366501</id><published>2006-11-19T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:49:16.320-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da bandeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/320/bandeiradobrasil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A bandeira do Brasil foi instituída dia 19 de novembro de 1889, ou seja, 4 dias depois da Proclamação da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suapesquisa.com/republica"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. É o resultado de uma adaptação na tradicional Bandeira do Império Brasileiro. Neste contexto, em vez do escudo Imperial português dentro do losango amarelo, foi adicionado o círculo azul com estrelas na cor branca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Existem normas específicas nas dimensões e proporções do desenho da Bandeira Brasileira. Ela tem o formato retangular, com um losango amarelo em fundo verde, sendo que no centro a esfera azul celeste, atravessada pela faixa branca com as palavras Ordem e Progresso em letras maiúsculas verdes. Essa faixa é oblíqua,  inclinada da esquerda para direita. No círculo azul estão 27 estrelas, que retratam o céu do Rio de Janeiro, incluindo várias constelações, como, por exemplo, o Cruzeiro do Sul. As estrelas representam simbolicamente os 26 Estados e o Distrito Federal. A única estrela que fica na parte superior do círculo representa o estado do Pará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O dia 19 de Novembro é comemorado em todo o território nacional como o Dia da Bandeira. Nesta data ocorrem comemorações cívicas, acompanhadas do Hino à Bandeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DA BANDEIRA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116398015626366501?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116398015626366501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116398015626366501' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116398015626366501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116398015626366501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116398015626366501' title='Dia da bandeira'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116395009847082754</id><published>2006-11-19T11:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:33:46.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Marcas mais Famosas do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Colgate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/colgate.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/colgate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A industrialização da pasta dentifrícia começou em 1890, nos Estados Unidos. Foi o fabricante de sabonetes William Colgate, um imigrante inglês, quem teve a idéia de lançar um creme dental em tubos de estanho flexíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Channel Nº5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A partir do seu primeiro emprego, numa loja de chapéus, a francesa Coco Chanel abriu as suas próprias lojas, tornando-se numa das mais importantes estilistas do mundo. O Chanel nº 5 é elaborado com uma mistura de 60 fragrâncias. O 5 era o seu número da sorte, tanto que Coco apresentou o produto no dia 5 de maio de 1921. Mas foi Marilyn Monroe quem tornou o perfume um sucesso. Ao ser entrevistada, perguntaram o que vestia para dormir. Marilyn respondeu: "Apenas algumas gotas de Chanel nº 5".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Caneta Bic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Marcel Bich, depois de trabalhar numa empresa de tintas durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial, em 1949, comprou uma pequena fábrica de canetas esferográficas. As canetas vazavam tinta e sujavam os dedos, mas faziam sucesso, e Bich decidiu investir no produto. Procurou o seu inventor, Ladislao "Laszlo" Biro, comprou a patente e iniciou a fabricação da caneta Bic, cujo modelo é praticamente o mesmo até hoje. Atualmente, são vendidas 10 milhões de canetas por dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116395009847082754?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116395009847082754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116395009847082754' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116395009847082754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116395009847082754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116395009847082754' title='As Marcas mais Famosas do mundo'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116389794984326976</id><published>2006-11-18T21:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:35:12.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades Históricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sabe o que significa a expressão cortina de ferro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A expressão cortina de ferro era usada para se referir aos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estados socialistas do leste europeu após a II Guerra Mundial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O termo nasceu em 1946, criado pelo primeiro ministro britânico Winston Churchill nos Estados Unidos: "De Settin, no Báltico, a Trieste, no Adriático, uma cortina de ferro desceu sobre o continente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Cortina de Ferro reunia as repúblicas: Rússia, Armênia, Azerbaidjão, Belarus, Estônia, Geórgia, Cazaquistão, Quirguistão, Lituânia, Letônia, Moldávia, Tadjiquistão, Turcomenistão, Ucrânia, Uzbequistão e os estados satélites Alemanha Oriental, Polônia, Checoslováquia, Hungria, Bulgária e Romênia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sabe que rainha teve o coração roubado por três séculos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi a rainha inglesa Ana Bolena, esposa do rei Henrique VIII, que foi decapitada e teve o coração roubado logo após sua morte. O coração permaneceu escondido em uma igreja perto de Thetford, em Suffolk, na Inglaterra, durante três séculos. Em 1836, o coração foi descoberto e novamente enterrado na mesma cova.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sabe o que é um shogum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os shoguns foram os dirigentes do Japão de 1192 a 1867. Originalmente, eram chefes militares que exerciam o poder de fato no país, enquanto o imperador detinha apenas a soberania formal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando surgiu a primeira universidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A primeira universidade surgiu em Bolonha, norte da Itália, no final do século XI. Era a época em que o ensino na cidade se tornou livre e independente das escolas religiosas. Pouco depois, no século XII, os franceses fundaram a Universidade de Paris e começaram a surgir na França mais estabelecimentos. No Brasil, a primeira instituição de ensino superior foi a Escola de Cirurgia da Bahia, em 1808.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Você sabia que antes, no Brasil, criancinha ia para cadeia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É, um código criminal de 1890 chegou ao absurdo de classificar as crianças de nove anos de idade como puníveis. Um jurista, Tobias Barreto, propôs no final daquele século, que o grau de escolaridade fosse responsável pela consciência entre o que é certo ou errado. A instrução básica só terminava aos 18 anos. Em 1940, o Código Penal brasileiro adotou de vez os 18 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116389794984326976?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116389794984326976/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116389794984326976' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389794984326976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389794984326976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116389794984326976' title='Curiosidades Históricas'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116389768560453211</id><published>2006-11-18T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:54:45.716-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Casa%2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Casa%2023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procure fazer suas compras aos pouquinhos, pois a despensa cheia, muitas vezes, facilita com que os produtos saiam da validade. Além disso, fazer compras semanalmente, por exemplo, possibilita o consumo de alimentos mais fresquinhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116389768560453211?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116389768560453211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116389768560453211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389768560453211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389768560453211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116389768560453211' title='Dica'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116389622365801656</id><published>2006-11-18T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:30:23.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões de Ótica 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Jesus.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Jesus.1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontre o rosto de Cristo ou irá para o inferno, mas quando encontrar, nunca mais irá esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116389622365801656?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116389622365801656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116389622365801656' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389622365801656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389622365801656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116389622365801656' title='Ilusões de Ótica 3'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116389590384795837</id><published>2006-11-18T21:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:25:03.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões de Ótica 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Jesus.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/DuasImagens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/DuasImagens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Casal de velhinhos, ou duas mulheres e um musico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116389590384795837?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116389590384795837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116389590384795837' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389590384795837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116389590384795837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116389590384795837' title='Ilusões de Ótica 2'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116373094069809950</id><published>2006-11-16T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:44:39.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da Criatividade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Arte%2053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Arte%2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amanhã, dia 17 de Novembro é o Dia da Criatividade. Abaixo tem um acróstico sobre criatividade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;onhecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;ealizar vontades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;déias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;rte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;er liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;maginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;oar nos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nspiração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;iversão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;mor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;om&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xpressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VIVA AO DIA DA CRIATIVIDADE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116373094069809950?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116373094069809950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116373094069809950' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116373094069809950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116373094069809950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116373094069809950' title='Dia da Criatividade'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116360674810955465</id><published>2006-11-15T13:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T18:44:35.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio na blogosfera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Espo%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Espo%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fui recrutada pelo amigo Moura para participar de um desafio da blogosfera. É assim, temos que dizer cinco manias nossas, e também temos que desafiar cinco blogs de amigos nossos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minhas manias:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Toda vez que saio com a minha família para passear, imploro para irmos a uma livraria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Sou louca por macarrão do Spoleto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Tenho obsessão por leitura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4-Toda terça-feira vou ao Café da Sol para tomar o café de lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5-Tenho mania de ver filmes românticos e de aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meus participantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1-Blog do Pedro Nelito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Antinocivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3-Já cheguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4-Histórias e Sabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5-Direito e Esquerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116360674810955465?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116360674810955465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116360674810955465' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116360674810955465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116360674810955465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116360674810955465' title='Desafio na blogosfera'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116285792392018463</id><published>2006-11-06T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T20:33:12.770-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma grande poetisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/cecilia%20meireles2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/cecilia%20meireles2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cecília Meireles foi uma das maiores poetisas do Brasil. Nasceu em 1901 e faleceu 1964.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escreveu um grande sucesso da literatura, que foi "O Romanceiro da Inconfidência". A obra é baseada na Inconfidência Mineira, relatando de como era Ouro Preto antigamente e como Tiradentes enfrentou seus dias antes de ser enforcado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cecília foi uma mulher que com seu dom para escrever, encantou milhares de pessoas no mundo todo. Minha poesia favorita dela é "As meninas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sob sua inspiração, fiz esta poesia pra você Cecília e para todos os leitores que se encantam com sua obra até hoje:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mas a nossa profunda saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;é Cecília, Cecília, Cecília,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que dizia com voz de amizade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom dia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116285792392018463?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116285792392018463/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116285792392018463' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116285792392018463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116285792392018463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116285792392018463' title='Uma grande poetisa'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116266449190309489</id><published>2006-11-04T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:54:10.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ameaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Alun%2052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta notícia é para todos aqueles que querem encontrar um site de pesquisas que fala sobre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Literatura, Ciências, Matemática, Língua Portuguesa, Biologia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lhe transmite fotos e muito mais. O site Domínio Público está ameaçado de ser deletado por não receber muitas visitas. O site é ótimo para fezer todo o tipo de pesquisas. Façam uma visita. Você estará ajudando o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.dominiopublico.gov.br"&gt;www.dominiopublico.gov.br&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&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/23995665-116266449190309489?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116266449190309489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116266449190309489' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116266449190309489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116266449190309489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116266449190309489' title='A Ameaça'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116259967992030936</id><published>2006-11-03T21:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:02:27.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/BandeiraL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/BandeiraL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Neste mês de Novembro, nós teremos as seguintes comemorações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1°-Dia de todos os santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2-Dia de Finados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7-Nascimento de Cecília Meireles (1901-1964)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15-Proclamação da República&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17-Dia da Criatividade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;19-Dia da Bandeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20-Dia da Consciência Negra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22-Dia Internacional da Música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116259967992030936?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116259967992030936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116259967992030936' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116259967992030936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116259967992030936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116259967992030936' title='Novembro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116250963362243543</id><published>2006-11-02T18:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T18:14:18.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões de ótica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cadê a mulher dessa imagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/ilusion03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/ilusion03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci, o velho e o burro em auto-retrato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/ilusion05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/ilusion05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cadê o casal apaixonado que estava aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/ilusion04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/ilusion04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um pato ou um coelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/telhados.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/pato-coelho.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É uma menina ou uma idosa? Uma dica: o nariz é o queixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/menina%20idosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/menina%20idosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O rosto de uma pessoa ou um esquimó?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/esquim??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/esquim%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mulher vaidosa ou uma caveira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/cinco%20lobos.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/cinco%20lobos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/caveira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/caveira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116250963362243543?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116250963362243543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116250963362243543' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116250963362243543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116250963362243543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116250963362243543' title='Ilusões de ótica'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116213605147714832</id><published>2006-10-29T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T06:20:42.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ELEIÇÕES 2006 - Segundo Turno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/segundo%20turno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/segundo%20turno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha gente brasileira, agora é a hora de decidirmos o futuro do nosso Brasil por mais 4 anos. Em cada canto do nosso país, votaremos para eleg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;er o Presidente e, em alguns estados, o governador . Vamos votar conscientes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116213605147714832?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116213605147714832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116213605147714832' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116213605147714832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116213605147714832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116213605147714832' title='ELEIÇÕES 2006 - Segundo Turno'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116091701465787257</id><published>2006-10-15T09:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:39:05.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Alun%2066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é um dia muito importante para os professores. Por isso, vamos parabenizar os professores de:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Português, Matemática, História, Ciências, Geografia, Redação, Educação Física, Artes, Inglês... ufa!!! É tanta matéria que eu nem posso continuar. Mesmo assim, quero desejar a todos os professores do Brasil um feliz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DIA DO PROFESSOR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116091701465787257?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116091701465787257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116091701465787257' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116091701465787257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116091701465787257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116091701465787257' title='Dia do Professor'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116066912717261920</id><published>2006-10-12T12:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:14:03.660-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DIA DAS CRIANÇAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é um dia muito especial, é o DIA DAS CRIANÇAS!!! Por isso eu quero desejar para todas as crianças do mundo que tenham um lindo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FELIZ DIA DAS CRIANÇAS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116066912717261920?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116066912717261920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116066912717261920' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116066912717261920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116066912717261920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116066912717261920' title='DIA DAS CRIANÇAS!!!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116043938537356018</id><published>2006-10-09T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:39:11.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha querida rival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/lisa%20simpson3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/lisa%20simpson3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/alisson%20taylor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/alisson%20taylor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Na Escola Primária de Springfield, o orgulho do diretor Skinner é Lisa. A aluna da segunda série mostra uma inteligência mais avançada do que a dos outros alunos. Porém, um dia chega uma aluna nova em sua turma que se mostra intectual como Lisa. Chocada com o fato de que Allison (a garota nova) é melhor que ela em tudo, Lisa pede a ajuda de Bart para estragar o diorama da rival. Ao trocar os projetos, Lisa sente um remorso e conta a Allison que ela que trocou os projetos. Allison a perdoa e as duas ficam amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral da história: Nunca devemos passar as outras pessoas para trás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116043938537356018?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116043938537356018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116043938537356018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116043938537356018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116043938537356018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116043938537356018' title='Minha querida rival'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-116026152591728801</id><published>2006-10-07T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:04:07.156-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Círio de Nazaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Senhora%20de%20Nazar??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Senhora%20de%20Nazar%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Santíssima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Escolhida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nossa mãe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Harmoniosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Orgulho do Pará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amor perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Digna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esplendorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Naturalmente amorosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Respeitável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-116026152591728801?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/116026152591728801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=116026152591728801' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116026152591728801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/116026152591728801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116026152591728801' title='Círio de Nazaré'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115972859699707724</id><published>2006-10-01T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:01:07.006-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Avis%2014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Avis%2014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Come%20224.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Em Outubro acontece:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mês do Prêmio Ignóbil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 - Nascimento de Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 - Dia Internacional dos Animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia do Poeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11 - Primeiro Número da Revista &lt;em&gt;Tico-Tico&lt;/em&gt;, em 1905&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12 - Dia da criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 - Dia do Professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Última semana do mês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Semana do livro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24 - Aniversário de Ziraldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31 - Dia das Bruxas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado da informação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte: Almanaque Ruth Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115972859699707724?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115972859699707724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115972859699707724' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115972859699707724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115972859699707724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115972859699707724' title='Outubro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115971831159090838</id><published>2006-10-01T12:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T13:02:21.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento da verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/elei????es2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/elei%3F%3F%3F%3Fes2006.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, dia primeiro de Outubro é um grande dia para o Brasil, AS ELEIÇÕES. Hoje decidiremos o futuro do nosso país, e que seja para melhor! Mas não podemos nos esquecer do que eles fizeram para nosso país. Na hora de votar, devemos lembrar de levar o número do candidato anotado. E também que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deputado Federal: 4 números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Deputado Estadual: 5 números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Senador: 3 números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Governador: 2 números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Presidente: 2 números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se o candidato em quem você votou for eleito, depois que ele assumir o cargo, exija tudo que ele prometeu, pois esse é seu direito. Vamos votar conscientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VOTA BRASIL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115971831159090838?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115971831159090838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115971831159090838' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115971831159090838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115971831159090838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#115971831159090838' title='Momento da verdade'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115940432822409251</id><published>2006-09-27T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:45:37.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores e sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Flower5.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Flower5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As flores ao lado florescem quando eu realizo os meus sonhos. Cada vez que realizamos um sonho, uma flor floresce em nossa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115940432822409251?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115940432822409251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115940432822409251' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115940432822409251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115940432822409251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115940432822409251' title='Flores e sonhos'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115896774941321633</id><published>2006-09-22T20:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:35:45.993-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FEIRA DO LIVRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Alun%2070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A PAN-AMAZÔNICA DO LIVRO, que se realiza há 10 anos em Belém, é um dos meus eventos favoritos do ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lá encontramos muitos livros interessantes, tanto para  estudar quanto para se divertir. O país homenageado neste ano é o Peru. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os livros são os nossos melhores amigos. Encontrei lá desde livros minúsculos a imensos dicionários e enciclopédias. Neste domingo, o último dia da feira aqui em Belém, eu estarei às 17:00 horas, no estande dos Escritores Paraenses, para autografar meus três livros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Venham me visitar! Estou esperando por vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115896774941321633?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115896774941321633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115896774941321633' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115896774941321633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115896774941321633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115896774941321633' title='FEIRA DO LIVRO'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115844639001736690</id><published>2006-09-16T17:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:35:44.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A história de Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rita era uma menina muito egoísta e muito mimada. Toda tarde, uma garota um pouco mais velha que ela, ia vender cocadas na vizinhança. Mas Rita toda vez destratava-a dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Fora daqui bruxa de bandeja! Vá embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mãe de Rita via a cena, e sempre acolhia a pequena vendedora de cocadas, comprava no mínimo cinco. Na hora do jantar, o pai falava:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Minha filha, não zombe de ninguém. O trabalho, por mais humilhante, é sempre respeitável e edificante. Aqueles que socorremos poderão vir a ser nossos benfeitores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rita não deu a mínima importância, o assunto entrou por um ouvido e saiu pelo outro. No dia seguinte, Rita insultou a vendedora:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Aqui de novo bruxa de bandeja? Acha que é a dona da rua? Fora daqui bobona!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E a mãe de Rita acolhia a pequena comprando mais cocadas. Correu o tempo, e depois de quatro anos, o quadro da vida se modificava. O pai de Rita ficou muito doente e faleceu. A mãe desesperada e deprimida, recolheu-se ao leito. As dívidas foram aumentando, a menina passou a estudar em escola pública. Aflita e angustiada, Rita passou a chorar. Em sonho, o pai lhe disse;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Minha filha, ajude sua mãe com o pagamento das contas vendendo docinhos. Você vai conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando Rita acordou, estava determinada a ajudar a mãe. Ela fez muitos quadradinhos de doce de leite e começou a vendê-los. Algumas pessoas compravam por caridade. Meninos principalmente a insultavam gritando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- BRUXA DE BANDEJA!!! BRUXA DE BANDEJA!!! BRUXA DE BANDEJA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Horas mais tarde, Rita bateu em uma casa humilde. Quem, atendeu fou uma graciosa jovem. Era a ex-vendedora de cocadas, Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Você Rita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Oh! Eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ao invés de mandá-la embora, Laura perguntou a ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Quem fez esses doces tão gostosos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Foi a mamãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laura comprou a bandeja inteira, e no final as duas se abraçaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há uma alegria que cobra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duras penas no caminho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É aquela de ter de sobra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O pão que falta ao vizinho." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Oscar Batista) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que tenham gostado da história de Rita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115844639001736690?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115844639001736690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115844639001736690' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115844639001736690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115844639001736690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115844639001736690' title='A história de Rita'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115837417314574326</id><published>2006-09-15T23:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T12:54:59.756-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/gatoec??o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/gatoec%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amiguinhos, me perdoem por não ter postado durante esses dias, pois na minha escola estamos em época de simulado e eu precisava estudar. Não faltarei mais com minha palavra, eu prometo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos e abraços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115837417314574326?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115837417314574326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115837417314574326' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115837417314574326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115837417314574326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115837417314574326' title='Voltei'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115776013124563847</id><published>2006-09-08T20:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:26:11.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lua é do Raul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Cria%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Cria%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raio de lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Luar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lua do ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roda da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aro da roda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rua, Raul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roda o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;na rua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roda o aro da lua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Raul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a lua é tua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a lua da tua rua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A lua do aro azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cecília Meireles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115776013124563847?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115776013124563847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115776013124563847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115776013124563847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115776013124563847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115776013124563847' title='A lua é do Raul'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115732871432543181</id><published>2006-09-03T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:05:30.203-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/s??o"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/s%3F%3Fo%20cosme%20e%20dami%3F%3Fo.0.jpg" width="79" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/s??o"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Setembro é um novo mês, e isso significa que temos novas comemorações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1º a 7 - Semana da Pátria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 - Dia da Independência do Brasil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 - Aniversário do Guga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21 - Dia da Árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;21/22 - Início da Primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25 - Aniversário de João Carlos Marinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26 - Aniversário de Marina Colasanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27 - Dia de São Cosme e Damião*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;São Cosme e Damião*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Eles eram irmão gêmeos e médicos, e são santos da igreja católica. No dia de São Cosme e Damião, é costume as crianças receberem balas e doces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fonte: Almanaque Ruth Rocha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Editora: Ática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115732871432543181?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115732871432543181/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115732871432543181' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732871432543181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732871432543181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115732871432543181' title='Setembro'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115732491819872257</id><published>2006-09-03T19:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:24:33.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um anjinho mau</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Jessica%20Lovejoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/Jessica%20Lovejoy.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dizemos que anjos encontramos no céu e que demônios no inferno, mas Bart provou que desta vez não foi o caso dele. Quando Bart vai à igreja, ele conhece a gentil filha do pastor, Jéssica Lovejoy. O menino se apaixona a primeira vista por ela. Primeiramente faz de tudo para chamar-lhe a atenção, até que Jéssica lhe convida para jantar em sua casa. Ao vê que Bart é mau, Jéssica mostra que também é má. Para a alegria de Bart os dois começam a namorar, porém ele percebe que será difícil namorar uma garota que só o mete em confusão. A gota d'água é quando Jéssica rouba o dinheiro da oferenda da igreja e ele leva a culpa. Sem provas para mostrar que ela é a ladra, Lisa desmascara Jéssica ao resvistarem o quarto dela e encontram o dinheiro. E mais uma vez, Bart ficou sem a garota que gosta. Quem sabe um dia ele encontrará a pessoa certa. Até lá pode se conformar com a companhia de Milhouse. Boa sorte Bart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115732491819872257?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115732491819872257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115732491819872257' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732491819872257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732491819872257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115732491819872257' title='Um anjinho mau'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115732085008348884</id><published>2006-09-03T18:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:00:50.083-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma sábia mensagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Felicidades3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/Felicidades3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115732085008348884?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115732085008348884/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115732085008348884' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732085008348884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115732085008348884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115732085008348884' title='Uma sábia mensagem'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115707154366481720</id><published>2006-08-31T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:36:08.710-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/felicidades2.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/felicidades2.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115707154366481720?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115707154366481720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115707154366481720' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115707154366481720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115707154366481720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115707154366481720' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115707075675751365</id><published>2006-08-31T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:06:34.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Messias</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/jesus.jpg" width="60" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que Jesus seja louvado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115707075675751365?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115707075675751365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115707075675751365' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115707075675751365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115707075675751365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115707075675751365' title='O Messias'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115663783534975912</id><published>2006-08-26T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:17:15.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="76" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/coment%3F%3Frio%20fofo2.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115663783534975912?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115663783534975912/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115663783534975912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115663783534975912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115663783534975912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115663783534975912' title='Clubinho'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115663686872636088</id><published>2006-08-26T20:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:01:08.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiguinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/coment??rio"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/coment%3F%3Frio%20fofo.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115663686872636088?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115663686872636088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115663686872636088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115663686872636088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115663686872636088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115663686872636088' title='Amiguinho'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115638241767172856</id><published>2006-08-23T21:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:48:16.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que Bart disse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/bart%20e%20lisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/bart%20e%20lisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Lisa, com sua cabeça você pode realizar coisas maravilhosas, você tem um futuro brilhante pela frente! E quando chegar lá, estarei atrás pra te pedir dinheiro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bart Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115638241767172856?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115638241767172856/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115638241767172856' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115638241767172856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115638241767172856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115638241767172856' title='O que Bart disse'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115629916791130956</id><published>2006-08-22T22:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:12:41.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História engraçada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Medi%2035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Medi%2035.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Medi%2056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Medi%2055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Medi%2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero contar uma pequena história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Numa família, o filho de 8 anos tinha uma doença muito grave, mas ele já havia desenvolvido anti-corpus para parar a doença. Sua irmã de 6 anos tinha a doença também, porém não desenvolveu os anti-corpus. Somente seu irmão poderia salvá-la. O médico conversou com o menino para que ele doasse seu sangue a fim de salvá-la... No início ficou com medo da transfusão de sangue, mas se era para salvar sua irmã ele aceitou. Na hora da transfusão de sangue, os dois se entreolharam com felicidade, aos poucos ele ficou assustado, e aí perguntou ao médico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- Então doutor, quando eu vou começar a morrer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu achei essa história super-legal. O menino pensou que teria que dar a vida pela irmã, e aceitou o "sacrifício". Na verdade ele não entendeu o que o médico lhe solicitou: APENAS UM POUCO DE SANGUE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pense nesse exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muitos beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115629916791130956?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115629916791130956/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115629916791130956' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115629916791130956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115629916791130956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115629916791130956' title='História engraçada'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115629721480915020</id><published>2006-08-22T22:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:40:14.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aviso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/boa%20noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/boa%20noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boa noite pessoal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115629721480915020?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115629721480915020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115629721480915020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115629721480915020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115629721480915020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115629721480915020' title='Aviso'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115601716962801784</id><published>2006-08-19T16:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T18:16:19.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Face%206.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Face%206.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Parece mentira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dizer a verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E que a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ainda não foi vivida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isolda Aimê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isolda Aimê foi uma moça muito inteligente que eu conheci. Ela me falou esta frase uma vez. Adorei esta frase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115601716962801784?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115601716962801784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115601716962801784' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115601716962801784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115601716962801784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115601716962801784' title='Mentira'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115601032183463159</id><published>2006-08-19T14:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:56:22.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades na área!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Dive%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Dive%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pessoal, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o lado direito da tela de meu blog vocês devem ter notado algumas novidades. Agora podemos ver os países que visitam meu blog, vocês podem deixar recadinhos, e também tem um joguinho para aprendermos as bandeiras dos países.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que gostem das novidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115601032183463159?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115601032183463159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115601032183463159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115601032183463159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115601032183463159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115601032183463159' title='Novidades na área!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115594365246607491</id><published>2006-08-18T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T20:27:32.493-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor a Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/amor%20a%20Deus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/amor%20a%20Deus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115594365246607491?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115594365246607491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115594365246607491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115594365246607491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115594365246607491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115594365246607491' title='Amor a Deus'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115577763468983530</id><published>2006-08-16T22:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:40:59.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler ou não ler?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/imagina????o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/imagina%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A leitura de livros e textos é ótima para alimentar nosso cérebro e ficarmos sabendo sobre o que acontece ao nosso redor. Ler é o que eu mais gosto de fazer. Então amiguinhos, vamos deixar de lado um pouquinho a televisão e o vídeo-game. Vamos ler um livro! Que tal? Ler também é um exercício. Espero que gostem da minha idéia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115577763468983530?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115577763468983530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115577763468983530' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115577763468983530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115577763468983530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115577763468983530' title='Ler ou não ler?'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115577685919029228</id><published>2006-08-16T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:44:29.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero desejar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/beb??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/beb%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115577685919029228?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115577685919029228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115577685919029228' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115577685919029228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115577685919029228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115577685919029228' title='Quero desejar'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115567466427428742</id><published>2006-08-15T17:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:09:45.540-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem fronteiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Cria%2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Cria%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não existem fronteiras para a AMIZADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não importa se moram longe, se são pessoas ou animais... A amizade não tem cor, religião...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos todos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115567466427428742?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115567466427428742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115567466427428742' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115567466427428742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115567466427428742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115567466427428742' title='Sem fronteiras'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115560230774824405</id><published>2006-08-14T21:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:53:52.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiii... Vazou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/648913958[1].0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/648913958%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/648913958[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A mãe deste bebê não trocou a fralda dele a tempo, e olha como ele ficou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115560230774824405?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115560230774824405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115560230774824405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115560230774824405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115560230774824405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115560230774824405' title='Xiii... Vazou!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115560046472357376</id><published>2006-08-14T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T21:07:44.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O leite do neném</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Bebe%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Bebe%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A maioria dos bebês tem leite materno para poderem se alimentar, mas outros não tem a mesma sorte, e precisam desse leite. Se você conhece alguma mulher que possa doar esse leite, como por exemplo, sua mãe que acabou de ter um neném, converse com ela. Se ela concordar, leve-a ao banco de leite materno mais próximo de sua casa. Essas crianças precisam muito deste leite. Saiba que você estará salvando uma vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115560046472357376?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115560046472357376/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115560046472357376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115560046472357376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115560046472357376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115560046472357376' title='O leite do neném'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115559839845632238</id><published>2006-08-14T20:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:33:18.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Belo desenho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/japones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/japones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero parabenizar o artista que fez este desenho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115559839845632238?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115559839845632238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115559839845632238' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559839845632238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559839845632238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115559839845632238' title='Belo desenho'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115559751080011171</id><published>2006-08-14T20:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:18:30.800-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Chega de drogas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/drogas0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/drogas0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/drogas0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos acabar com as drogas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115559751080011171?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115559751080011171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115559751080011171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559751080011171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559751080011171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115559751080011171' title='Chega de drogas!!!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115559714176665626</id><published>2006-08-14T19:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T20:12:21.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As rosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;São tão lindas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115559714176665626?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115559714176665626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115559714176665626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559714176665626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115559714176665626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115559714176665626' title='As rosas'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115552025666258374</id><published>2006-08-13T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:58:39.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Papai meu herói</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Cria%208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/Cria%208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu sei que já fiz uma homenagem aos nossos pais, mas hoje é o dia deles, vamos dar parabéns e um feliz DIA DOS PAIS. Se quiserem ver a primeira parte dessa mensagem, procurem meu post "Papai, querido papai".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115552025666258374?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115552025666258374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115552025666258374' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115552025666258374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115552025666258374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115552025666258374' title='Papai meu herói'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115551966538617430</id><published>2006-08-13T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T22:41:05.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistérios!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/homer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/320/homer2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vocês gostam de mistérios? Eu adoro! Em um dos mais intrigantes episódios de Os Simpsons, dois deles deixaram todos "roendo as unhas" de tanto suspense. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem matou o sr. Burns?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Episódio 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa manhã, quando a escola onde Bart e Lisa estudavam descobriu um poço de petróleo, o sr. Burns planejou roubar o petróleo para sua usina. Depois de conseguir roubá-lo, Burns construiu uma placa gigante de metal para cobrir o sol em Springfield, para que a cidade vivesse somente com energia nuclear. Para dar um fim no reinado de Burns, os cidadãos de Springfield resolveram matá-lo. Porém, só haviam 6 suspeitos: Homer, Bart, Lisa, Vovô, Skinner e Smiters. O mistério foi dividido em dois episódios. O primeiro terminou com Burns baleado caindo sobre o relógio solar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Episódio 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burns foi levado para o hospital, e conseguiu sobreviver. Lisa resolveu ajudar a polícia, para provar a inocência do pai. Depois de provar que não foi Bart, Vovô, Skinner, Smiters e ela mesma, só lhe resta Homer. Mas uma outra suspeita poderia virar o jogo e desvendar quem havia atirado em Burns. A acusada era Meggie. A caçula dos Simpsons teria atirado em Burns acidentalmente. Quando o velho foi ao estacionamento, e tentou roubar o pirulito da menina que estava dentro do carro com a janela aberta, Burns deixou sua arma cair na mão de Meggie, e ela atirou. Com o mistério resolvido, os Simpsons ficaram tranqüilos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Os Simpsons é uma série engraçada e maravilhosa. Espero que tenham curtido com o mistério de quem matou o sr. Burns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115551966538617430?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115551966538617430/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115551966538617430' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115551966538617430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115551966538617430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115551966538617430' title='Mistérios!!!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115551053611491094</id><published>2006-08-13T19:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:08:56.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é uma arte!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/piupiu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/piupiu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cada segundo da vida deve ser aproveitado. Devemos viver para o bem. Tem tanta coisa bonita no mundo. Devemos pintar nossa vida sempre para deixá-la colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida é uma arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115551053611491094?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115551053611491094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115551053611491094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115551053611491094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115551053611491094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115551053611491094' title='A vida é uma arte!'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115533756668074274</id><published>2006-08-11T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:06:06.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolha de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/400/amizade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta é minha nova poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bolha de cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caiu do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma bolha de cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que se prendia num véu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E iluminava o Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta bolha de brinquedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Já um dia se quebrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E cortou o meu dedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que depois sangrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bolha de cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cristal de bolha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunca fui um marginal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E muito menos um trouxa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Meu presente favorito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Foi minha bolha de cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pra mim sempre foi bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E para ela olhar no Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115533756668074274?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115533756668074274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115533756668074274' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115533756668074274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115533756668074274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115533756668074274' title='Bolha de cristal'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23995665.post-115533468486102813</id><published>2006-08-11T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T19:18:04.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2057.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Alun%2057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2053.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/200/Alun%2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6883/2484/1600/Alun%2057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial, pois comemoramos o Dia do Estudante e o Dia do Advogado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos dar os parabéns para todos os estudantes e advogados do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isadora Lis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23995665-115533468486102813?l=isadora-lis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/feeds/115533468486102813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23995665&amp;postID=115533468486102813' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115533468486102813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23995665/posts/default/115533468486102813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isadora-lis.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115533468486102813' title='Um dia especial'/><author><name>Isadora Lis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05155538129320280589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/820/2138/1600/lisasimpson.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
