<?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-4365966291467325021</id><updated>2012-02-07T19:34:21.602-02:00</updated><category term='poemas'/><category term='diário'/><title type='text'>Cada estrela é uma história</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-343192869494813239</id><published>2012-01-13T16:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:02:04.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma aventura diferente a cada momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ler.Ler.LER!!! É o que eu + goto de fazer. Desde 5 anos eu leio. Mas não achava livro,livro &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;assim, completo, que eu me empolgasse tanto. Um livro em que eu pudesse estar vivendo aq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;uilo com o personagem. Então, eu fui a busca. procurei em livros de crianças pequenas, desses que Helô, minha irmã,pede pra mamãe lê.Nada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Então, fui procurar na escola. Os livros da sala também não estavam no meu nível de pensamentos extraordinarios. Nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Até que, finalmente, com a ajuda de titia Shirley, descobri que meu dilema é livro com capítulos,grossos,ou até &amp;nbsp;mesmo livros que a história só acaba no 7° livro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando descobri o meu dilema, comecei a ler só livro com capítulo. Já li: Harry Potter e a pedra filosofal, Harry Potter e a câmera secreta, Harry Potter e o prisioneiro de azkaban, Harry Potter e o cálice de fogo, Como sobreviver sendo menina, ( livro superinteresante ) e Meu querido diário otário.(estou fazendo a coleção!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Uma sugestão boa: experimente ler e &amp;nbsp;vc vai se surpriender &amp;nbsp;como eu me surpriendi! &amp;nbsp;; &amp;nbsp;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ler,ler,LER!!! E o que eu + gosto de fazer!!! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-343192869494813239?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/343192869494813239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=343192869494813239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/343192869494813239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/343192869494813239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/uma-aventura-diferente-cada-momento.html' title='Uma aventura diferente a cada momento...'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-6239442138543777199</id><published>2011-07-29T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:00:47.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Queria te fazer uma pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Já leu alguma revistinha "TURMA DA MÔNICA JOVEM"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Te dou a dica: leia todos os capítulos e vc se ecantará!!!!!!Uma aventura melhor q a outra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; anota aí:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; # Tmj número 12:Ser ou não ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 14: O dono do mundo p 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 23: O caderno do riso p 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 24: O caderno do riso p 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 25: Desafio sobre patins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 26: O aniversário de 15 anos de Marina p 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 27: O aniversário de 15 anos de Marina p 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 28: O aniversário de 15 anos de Marina p 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 29: O mundo do Contra p 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 33: O peso de um problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 34: Quer namorar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; #Tmj número 35: Baile a fantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;ia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;esta faltando agumas...Se tiver,ME EMPRESTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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/4365966291467325021-6239442138543777199?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6239442138543777199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=6239442138543777199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/6239442138543777199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/6239442138543777199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/queria-te-fazer-uma-pergunta-leu-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-1734789856086103022</id><published>2011-06-05T15:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:38:09.008-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nova Feira de Ciencias E.J.T...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pois e´...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dia 6 de junho de 2011,terá uma nova Feira de Ciencias.Eu,como sempre,estou agitada,preocupada e ansiosa para mostrar o que eu estudei e o meu trabalho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Acho que não só sou eu que está assim:&lt;b&gt;todos&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;devem estar assim!!!!!!!!!!Também,quem não fica quando quer mostrar suas maquetes,cartazes e tudo que produzil!!!!!!!!!!!!!Voce também não ficaria?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-1734789856086103022?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1734789856086103022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=1734789856086103022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/1734789856086103022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/1734789856086103022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2011/06/nova-feira-de-ciencias-ejt.html' title='Nova Feira de Ciencias E.J.T...'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-3797192767887817418</id><published>2011-03-04T09:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:24:05.628-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diário'/><title type='text'>Diário imaginário</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;1º de março de 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Querido diário (que nem sei o que significa)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Eu, uma garotinha inocente de nove anos, chamada Anita, tive que ficar escrevendo coisas chatas no meu caderninho frufruty que minha mãe me deu. Mas até que gostei, pois tem uma chave e eu posso falar mal do outros na hora em que eu quiser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Não entendi direito, mas agora eu entendi. E escrevo todo dia em você o que sinto, meus segredos e minha rotina.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Hoje acordei às cinco e meia da manhã e fui com a minha mãe buscar Tayany para ir ao centro da cidade pagar e fazer contas. Lá não tinha nenhum lugar aberto para a gente comer, então, ficamos esperando até às oito horas. Que saco!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Voltamos de lá mais de duas horas da tarde. Um calor de mais de 30 graus! Tayany foi lá pra casa e pedi, pedi, pedi, até que minha mãe deixou montar minha piscina. Nós almoçamos dentro da piscina até!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Saímos da piscina às quatro horas e fomos à sorveteria. Depois, passamos no parquinho e ficamos lá até às cinco e meia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Depois, passamos na casa de Tayany para pedir à mãe dela para ela dormi lá em casa. A mãe dela deixou e nós passamos na locadora e locamos um tanto de filmes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Às sete horas, jantamos e assistimos até tarde os filmes que locamos. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Ê diário, ta achando que acabou? Nããão... A gente não foi dormir mas, sim, brincar de guerra de travesseiro! Quando terminamos, já era cinco horas, e não agüentamos mais dormir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-3797192767887817418?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3797192767887817418/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=3797192767887817418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/3797192767887817418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/3797192767887817418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/diario-imaginario.html' title='Diário imaginário'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-4598642869365338828</id><published>2011-03-04T09:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T09:23:05.121-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diário'/><title type='text'>Reveillon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;31 de dezembro de 2010 (sexta-feira)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Querido diário;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;     Este foi um dia muito especial para mim! Foi o dia que... Bem, vamos começar do início.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;     Eu tinha viajado para Aracajú, capital de Sergipe. Acordei cedinho, tomei café e fui me preparar para ir a praia. Brincamos, brincamos, brincamos e até almoçamos na praia!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;     De tarde voltamos da praia. É dia de reveillon! Lá tem queima de fogos e eu veria pela primeira vez. Meia-noite nós fomos para a orla. (quase que eu não ia, mais fui);&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;     Chegou o grande momento! E lá estava eu, em cima do capô do carro, com os olhos cheios de brilho, olhando glitter explodir no céu! Foi lindo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;     Logo que acabou, nós voltamos para casa, fomos comer e dormir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;                                                   TCHAU diário, até breve! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-4598642869365338828?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4598642869365338828/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=4598642869365338828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/4598642869365338828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/4598642869365338828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2011/03/reveillon.html' title='Reveillon'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-9143908124057954123</id><published>2010-09-16T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:41:43.442-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pàssaro estranho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-9143908124057954123?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9143908124057954123/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=9143908124057954123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/9143908124057954123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/9143908124057954123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/09/passaro-estranho.html' title='Pàssaro estranho'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-8197209310029402115</id><published>2010-05-31T22:18:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T23:19:30.680-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A sala de leitura maluca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Existia uma sala de leitura secreta bem maluca.Ela ficava no porão de uma escola que se chamava Escrevendo o futuro melhor.Quem cuidava dessa sala era Mariana,uma menina simpática,alere e esperta.&lt;br /&gt;    Mariana não saia da sala de leitura.Dormia lá e comia lá.Só gostava de ler,ler,ler e ler.&lt;br /&gt;    Serta noite,apareceu uma coisa incrível!Na seção de gibis,saíu dos gibis toda a turma da mônica que ficaram amigos de Mariana.Eles brincaram da brincadeira mais divertida:ler!&lt;br /&gt;     Na segunda noite,ela achou que ia ser divertido e convidou seu irmão,Danilo para ir também.&lt;br /&gt;      Lá,era muito assustador.Era um cemitério muito maluco.As paredes eram cheias de sangues,era um horror...Eles dormiram na porta,com medo.&lt;br /&gt;    Na terceira noite,a festa no cemitério continuava,até ás 07:00.Depois,Mariana entrou e ficou quietinha... Ela não sabia que havia festa da escola,então,entrou na sala de leitura duas crianças,Nino e Nina,que viu Mariana.&lt;br /&gt;    Mariana viu também eles e chamou toda a classe de leitura para a sala de leitura.Lá que durou toda a festa.&lt;br /&gt;    A sala de leitura que não é mais secreta e nem maluca,virou a biblioteca mais conhecida da cidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-8197209310029402115?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8197209310029402115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=8197209310029402115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/8197209310029402115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/8197209310029402115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2010/05/sala-de-leitura-maluca.html' title=''/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-6105093082882005201</id><published>2009-12-15T19:58:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T20:05:37.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma tarde no trabalho da TITIA!</title><content type='html'>Eu, minha mãe e minha irmãzinha indo para a papelaria. Você deve estar se perguntando: Fazendo o quê, se o título do texto é "Uma tarde no trabalho da TITIA!"? Leia o outro parágrafo que você saberá a correta resposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem... Ah, tá... Indo à papelaria encadernar a monografia da minha mãe. Ainda está com a mesma pergunta na cabeça. Adivinhei, não foi? Mass calma!!! Leia o resto do texto que você descobrirá a resposta certa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde estava... Huuuuum... Depois disso, minha mãe disse que iríamos à casa da minha avó Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá encontrei com meu tio e minha tia.Meu tio me deu um CD de Raul Seixas. Gosto muito dele... Depois, quando minha tia ia saindo pro trabalho pedi para minha mãe e ela deixou. Ahhhhhhhhh... descobri o segredo do título... sabia que você ia adivinhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partimos e ficamos + ou - uns 30 ou 40 minuots dentro do ônibus, mas conversamos pra caramba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar chegar na FTC, fui logo desenhar. Desenhei até cansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415602921521504978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SygWKf3bYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kvSam1OBcFE/s320/DSC02766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, andei até onde? Até a biblioteca, ora! Peguei um livro legal "A turminha da Saúde e os primeiros socorros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comecei a ler, só que cansei. Depois fiquei brincando com vários bonequinhos de montar. Até montei um, com uma cola pebíssima que a minha tia tinha lá. Aí fui lanchar e comi coxinha e bebi suco de laranja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois voltei para a sala, brinquei mais um pouquinho com os bonecos da minha tia e falei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tia, essa tarde vai ficar no blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toma, faze seu texto que eu boto aqui.E eu fiz esse textão, tive que para no meio, par aminha tia ir ao banheiro (e eu também!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fui comer pão com ovo, na cozinha da FTC.Voltei pra sala e continuei o texto. Depois botei no blog e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Tchau tarde maravilhosa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-6105093082882005201?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6105093082882005201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=6105093082882005201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/6105093082882005201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/6105093082882005201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-tarde-no-trabalho-da-titia.html' title='Uma tarde no trabalho da TITIA!'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SygWKf3bYtI/AAAAAAAAAB8/kvSam1OBcFE/s72-c/DSC02766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-344474153684142846</id><published>2009-12-12T10:09:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:13:09.248-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos nós podemos fazer ciência</title><content type='html'>No mês de outubro, a pró deu uma notícia super-interessante: haveria uma Feira de Ciências! E você sabe com é, né? Tem que ser tudo bem organizado, bem planejado e tem que provar que tudo que você está falando é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Também no mês de outubro, começamos a fazer a parte mais importante da Feira: começamos a fazer as pesquisas. Também a pró começou a dividr as equipes, que foram quatro: Tecnologia da Saúde, Tecnologia dos Materiais, Meios de Transporte e Meios de Comunicação. Eu fiquei na equipe da Tecnologia dos materiais e o meu tema foi reiclagem. O título da sala toda foi "Inveções e Inventores" e a da escola, "Estação Ciência II".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SyOWt1k18mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SqIBawG5IpI/s1600-h/PICT0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414336891249357410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SyOWt1k18mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SqIBawG5IpI/s320/PICT0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias 5 e 6 de novembro foram os dias da Feira. Então, naquela semana foi só ensaio e também com esses ensaios, muito conhecimento passou pela cabeça dos meus colegas e na minha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia 6. O dia esperado chegou. Estava tudo pronto e só faltavam os estandes. O meu estande ficou legal, com maquetes e cartazes e todas as equipes deram um show.Quando acabou, guardamos os materiais e fomos embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-344474153684142846?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/344474153684142846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=344474153684142846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/344474153684142846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/344474153684142846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/12/todos-nos-podemos-fazer-ciencia.html' title='Todos nós podemos fazer ciência'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SyOWt1k18mI/AAAAAAAAAB0/SqIBawG5IpI/s72-c/PICT0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-2061678639504246697</id><published>2009-12-12T10:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:08:49.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As mudanças que houve comigo</title><content type='html'>Quando eu era nenê, não sabia falar, escrever, andar e nem sentar. Eu era gordinha e baixinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu fui crescendo, meu cabelo foi crescendo e aprendi a fazer a coisa que eu mais gosto, que é ler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-2061678639504246697?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2061678639504246697/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=2061678639504246697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2061678639504246697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2061678639504246697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-mudancas-que-houve-comigo.html' title='As mudanças que houve comigo'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-1335104867512311146</id><published>2009-07-18T14:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T14:07:42.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um convite diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa tarde ensolarada de quinta-feira, Érika e Erik chegaram da escola, trocaram de roupa e pediram para a mãe para ir na lojinha para comprar uma bola.&lt;br /&gt;A mãe deixou, e eles saíram alegres, junto com seu irmãozinho Rafael, porque a mãe tinha deixado.&lt;br /&gt;Na outra rua, Rafael pediu a sua mãe e ao seu pai para o tema do seu aniversário ser de circo. A mãe e o pai concordaram e gastaram o dinheiro todo comprando: salgados, docinhos, bolo chiquérrimo, contratando palhaço, trapezista, equilibristas, mágico e muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;- Chiiiiiiii!!! Esquecemos os convites! E agora? O que será que vai acontecer, eim?&lt;br /&gt;Rafael teve a idéia de sair convidando as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;No aniversário, os personagens principais foram: o palhaço Rafael, a bailarina Érika e o mágico Erik.&lt;br /&gt;A festa foi muito legal! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359847829255846898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmIBM_jxe_I/AAAAAAAAABs/KcB-u3j1BxM/s320/circo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-1335104867512311146?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1335104867512311146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=1335104867512311146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/1335104867512311146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/1335104867512311146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-convite-diferente.html' title='Um convite diferente'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmIBM_jxe_I/AAAAAAAAABs/KcB-u3j1BxM/s72-c/circo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-2004081587989900592</id><published>2009-07-15T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:54:05.817-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Susto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa certa tarde, a irmã de João Pedro, chamada Danielle chegou da escola, tomou banho e foi direto para a cozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto isso, no quarto de descobertas de João Pedro, ele planejava uma grande armação para dar um susto em Danielle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois ele foi até o quarto de brinquedos e pegou uma velha cobra de borracha que ele ganhou quando era bebê para dar o susto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Trala la lá! - Veio cantando a Danielle com um delicioso frango e um suculento pudim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl536S6StHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0b6ydtNkytk/s1600-h/Menina+com+Raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358852450009920626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl536S6StHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0b6ydtNkytk/s200/Menina+com+Raiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, de repente:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma cobra (de mentira) apareceu e Danielle jogou a comida toda para cima, que caiu em João, que ficou um ano com um galo de todo tamanho na cabeça, pra largar de ser &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl5405wabMI/AAAAAAAAABE/NOl0BYYqxH4/s1600-h/Chorando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358853456869878978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl5405wabMI/AAAAAAAAABE/NOl0BYYqxH4/s200/Chorando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;besta!&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/4365966291467325021-2004081587989900592?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2004081587989900592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=2004081587989900592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2004081587989900592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2004081587989900592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/07/que-susto.html' title='Que Susto!'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl536S6StHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0b6ydtNkytk/s72-c/Menina+com+Raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-7934028956399786415</id><published>2009-07-15T21:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:22:31.728-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O susto e a surpresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl5xyw36rVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OR0ltozQBUQ/s1600-h/pipa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358845723544300882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl5xyw36rVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OR0ltozQBUQ/s320/pipa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era uma vez, um menino chamado Caio. Ele era bem estudioso e bem rápido para fazer a lição de casa e da escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um certo dia, Caio saiu para brincar com sua pipa alegrimente, pois, estava ventando muiiiiito e quase chuvendo e, de repente, truuuuuuuuuumm!!! saiu um relâmpago enorme entre as nuvens que quebrou a corda da pipa de Caio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caio, sem parar, pediu ajuda a um monte de gente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Por favor! Ajude a pegar minha pipa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas, as pessoas diziam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;- Já disse que não consigo pegar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Caio se sentou, pensou duas vezes: com quem sua pipa ia parar... Mas, quando chegou em sua casa, alguém tinha contado o que aconteceu e, os pais foram provindenciar uma pipa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Esse foi o melhor dia da vida de Caio! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-7934028956399786415?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7934028956399786415/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=7934028956399786415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/7934028956399786415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/7934028956399786415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-susto-e-surpresa.html' title='O susto e a surpresa'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/Sl5xyw36rVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/OR0ltozQBUQ/s72-c/pipa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4365966291467325021.post-2404687328020601669</id><published>2009-07-11T16:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:48:55.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poemas'/><title type='text'>Poeminha da Poluição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada, obrigadinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me mantenha bem limpinha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Bem limpinha não, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem que ser bem limpão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque limpinho, o planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tem um pouco de poluição!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas mesmo assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu agradeço, por ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim como sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então, para deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;você mais feliz, vou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tirar toda poluição!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada, obrigadinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com você eu fico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais alegrinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4365966291467325021-2404687328020601669?l=cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2404687328020601669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4365966291467325021&amp;postID=2404687328020601669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2404687328020601669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4365966291467325021/posts/default/2404687328020601669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cadaestrelaeumahistoria.blogspot.com/2009/07/poeminha-da-poluicao.html' title='Poeminha da Poluição'/><author><name>Cada estrela é uma história</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09050695229592187335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IhljHc1LWU/SmDES6MG8wI/AAAAAAAAABM/q__axZ9zf5E/S220/duda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
