<?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-21699956</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:37:58.677Z</updated><category term='amor'/><category term='ternura'/><category term='paixão'/><title type='text'>lágrimas silenciosas</title><subtitle type='html'>“As lágrimas não são aquelas que saem dos olhos e rolam pelo rosto mas são aquelas que saem do coração e descem a alma.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4852692214491025669</id><published>2009-09-10T18:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:30:41.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sqk2jO5zsZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/yjIipSfCl-o/s1600-h/harlem-love-bg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379891208794648978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sqk2jO5zsZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/yjIipSfCl-o/s400/harlem-love-bg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;fantastico&lt;/span&gt; da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;e estar com &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;alguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que sabe fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;pequeno&lt;/span&gt; instante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;grande momento&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;autor: Leko Rodrigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4852692214491025669?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4852692214491025669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4852692214491025669&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4852692214491025669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4852692214491025669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/09/amar.html' title='AMAR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sqk2jO5zsZI/AAAAAAAAAbo/yjIipSfCl-o/s72-c/harlem-love-bg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2393598612192280251</id><published>2009-08-22T00:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:10:06.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nascer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/So8oylyU0pI/AAAAAAAAAao/64E0luonhyI/s1600-h/bflyframe51280x960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372557730078053010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/So8oylyU0pI/AAAAAAAAAao/64E0luonhyI/s400/bflyframe51280x960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Não fique triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;quando ninguém notar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;o que fez de bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Afinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;O sol faz um enorme espetaculo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;ao nascer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;e mesmo assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a maioria de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;continua dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#660000;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&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/21699956-2393598612192280251?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2393598612192280251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2393598612192280251&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2393598612192280251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2393598612192280251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/08/nascer.html' title='Nascer'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/So8oylyU0pI/AAAAAAAAAao/64E0luonhyI/s72-c/bflyframe51280x960.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6825825842581484541</id><published>2009-08-17T16:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:40:27.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI .......... (7)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sol5d53tbiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/buntaMUT2so/s1600-h/falarde20amor7jm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370957585273679394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sol5d53tbiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/buntaMUT2so/s400/falarde20amor7jm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não é olharem um para o outro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sim olharem ambos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;numa mesma direcção.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6825825842581484541?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6825825842581484541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6825825842581484541&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6825825842581484541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6825825842581484541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-ti-7.html' title='PARA TI .......... (7)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sol5d53tbiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/buntaMUT2so/s72-c/falarde20amor7jm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5890851995483799449</id><published>2009-07-26T17:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:13:43.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI......... (6)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmyAkPHks5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XgYIgDFYqt0/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362802616313361298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmyAkPHks5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XgYIgDFYqt0/s400/untitled8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Smx-oxJGeAI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mJOQqNoSFx8/s1600-h/Kristinna+indiscreta+II.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser poeta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do que os homens! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morder como quem beija!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&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/21699956-5890851995483799449?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5890851995483799449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5890851995483799449&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5890851995483799449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5890851995483799449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-ti-6.html' title='PARA TI......... (6)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmyAkPHks5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/XgYIgDFYqt0/s72-c/untitled8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8454102850080105761</id><published>2009-07-20T14:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:11:22.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI .......... (5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmRrsZ07TmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jhiDVTomS4o/s1600-h/Nudez+erÃ³tica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360527867069025890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmRrsZ07TmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jhiDVTomS4o/s400/Nudez+er%C3%B3tica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A língua lambe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A língua lambe as pétalas vermelhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;da rosa pluriaberta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a língua lavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;certo oculto botão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e vai tecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;lépidas variações de leves ritmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E lambe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;lambilonga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;lambilenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a licorina gruta cabeluda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;quanto mais lambente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mais ativa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;atinge o céu do céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;entre gemidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;entre gritos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;balidos e rugidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;de leões na floresta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;enfurecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Autor: Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8454102850080105761?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8454102850080105761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8454102850080105761&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8454102850080105761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8454102850080105761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-ti-5.html' title='PARA TI .......... (5)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SmRrsZ07TmI/AAAAAAAAAZw/jhiDVTomS4o/s72-c/Nudez+er%C3%B3tica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4595313859846735978</id><published>2009-07-11T15:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:07:43.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI......... (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Slin7dl9suI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HSbd31PeTm0/s1600-h/gr-eros1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357216396755186402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Slin7dl9suI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HSbd31PeTm0/s400/gr-eros1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A felicidade é tão simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É só estar do seu lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sentir seu cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ter seus lábios tão perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;senti-los através de um sorriso ou de um beijo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sentindo minha razão se esvaindo através dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sentir tua pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;seu toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e a sensação de que nada mais importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas só sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Seu rosto se enroscando no meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Perder o sentido lembrando desse momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;senti-lo como se estivesse ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mesmo que não esteja.&lt;br /&gt;Deitar a cabeça no teu ombro e sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e agradecer a Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;numa prece secreta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;por ter me dado esse presente tão lindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Me enroscar no teu abraço e querer não ir embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;não esperar o amanhã ou o depois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;só querer que aquilo não acabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;nem que seja só por algumas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo que essa ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;seja uma dor insuportável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Poder lembrar do teu cheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do teu abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do teu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do teu toque,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do seu rosto se enroscando no meu rosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Isso já basta para que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;possa suportar o tédio que as horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;se tornaram sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Até que esses momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;voltem a se repetir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Autor:Letícia de L. Viana ,2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Foto: "Eros #1" de Gabriele Rigon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/21699956-4595313859846735978?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4595313859846735978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4595313859846735978&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4595313859846735978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4595313859846735978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-ti-4.html' title='PARA TI......... (4)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Slin7dl9suI/AAAAAAAAAZo/HSbd31PeTm0/s72-c/gr-eros1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5029219652673374854</id><published>2009-07-01T18:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:08:44.942+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ternura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paixão'/><title type='text'>PARA TI.....................(3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkuWycEpm2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vosH79t5vao/s1600-h/f113183[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353538375333288802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkuWycEpm2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vosH79t5vao/s400/f113183%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;(foto retirada da net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;“Estávamos sentados juntos e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;vi um brilho em seus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;que nunca havia percebido antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Meus lábios se aproximaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;dela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;e nos beijamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Impossível descrever exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;o que senti naquele momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas parecia que a minha vida inteira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;estava resumida naquele maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;momento de prazer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Oscar Wilde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-5029219652673374854?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5029219652673374854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5029219652673374854&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5029219652673374854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5029219652673374854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-ti3.html' title='PARA TI.....................(3)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkuWycEpm2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/vosH79t5vao/s72-c/f113183%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1487025695160672371</id><published>2009-06-28T15:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T15:17:12.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NUNCA.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Skd6LOZ9KVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wujpmAWuakc/s1600-h/Salvador-Dali-Raphaelesque-Head-Exploded-15001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381015417235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Skd6LOZ9KVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wujpmAWuakc/s400/Salvador-Dali-Raphaelesque-Head-Exploded-15001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tela:Salvador Dali - Raphaelesque &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca diga te amo se não te interessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca fale sobre sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;se estes não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca toque numa vida se não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;pretende romper um coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca olhe nos olhos de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;se não quiser vê-lo se derramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;em lágrimas por causa de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;A coisa mais cruel que alguém pode fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;é permitir que alguém se apaixone por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;quando você não pretende fazer o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1487025695160672371?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1487025695160672371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1487025695160672371&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1487025695160672371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1487025695160672371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/nunca.html' title='NUNCA.............'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Skd6LOZ9KVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wujpmAWuakc/s72-c/Salvador-Dali-Raphaelesque-Head-Exploded-15001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2360160377083208648</id><published>2009-06-24T17:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:14:11.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI...............(2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkJQLPh6L7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/os2uqbBlJIE/s1600-h/4895093770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927461347110834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkJQLPh6L7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/os2uqbBlJIE/s400/4895093770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"Para fazer uma obra de arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;não basta ter talento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;não basta ter força,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é preciso também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;viver um grande amor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2360160377083208648?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2360160377083208648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2360160377083208648&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2360160377083208648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2360160377083208648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-ti2.html' title='PARA TI...............(2)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SkJQLPh6L7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/os2uqbBlJIE/s72-c/4895093770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4887291269991058774</id><published>2009-06-19T22:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T22:27:26.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TI..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SjwBwXsBtoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MqOmR2CZnAs/s1600-h/Temptation.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349152387913332354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SjwBwXsBtoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MqOmR2CZnAs/s400/Temptation.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Tela de - Salvador Dali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"O valor das coisas não está no tempo que elas duram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;mas na intensidade com que acontecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;coisas inexplicáveis e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas incomparáveis."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;..................................Beijo grande.............:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4887291269991058774?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4887291269991058774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4887291269991058774&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4887291269991058774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4887291269991058774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/para-ti.html' title='PARA TI..........'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SjwBwXsBtoI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MqOmR2CZnAs/s72-c/Temptation.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1725718834715400431</id><published>2009-06-12T13:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:45:20.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>PROVA DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou colocar um e-mail com um filme que uma amiga minha me mandou, porque acho que vale a pena ver.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ISTO É QUE É UMA VERDADEIRA PROVA DE AMOR. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUPER PAI.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;COMO NOS SENTIMOS PEQUENOS...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma história verdadeira ... e extraordinária.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É impossível ficar indiferente...!extraordinário.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certo dia o filho perguntou ao pai:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Papá, vens correr a maratona comigo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O pai respondeu que sim, e ambos correm a primeira maratona juntos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num outro dia, o filho voltou a perguntar ao pai se queria voltar a correr a maratona com ele, ao que o pai respondeu de novo que sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Correram novamente os dois.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noutro dia ainda, o filho perguntou ao pai:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- Papá, queres correr comigo o Ironman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Ironman é uma prova mais difícil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exige que se nade 4 km, ande de bicicleta 180 km e corra 42 km.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o pai disse-lhe que sim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Isto é tudo muito simples até se verem as imagens seguintes Simplesmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJMbk9dtpdY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJMbk9dtpdY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1725718834715400431?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJMbk9dtpdY' title='PROVA DE AMOR'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJMbk9dtpdY&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ehi5%2Ecom%2Ffriend%2Fmail%2FdisplayReadMail%2Edo%3FmessageId%3D1917384885%26senderId%3D180620251%26currentStatus%3D1&amp;feature=player_embedded' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1725718834715400431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1725718834715400431&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1725718834715400431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1725718834715400431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/06/prova-de-amor.html' title='PROVA DE AMOR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6333006587806494419</id><published>2009-05-31T21:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:26:57.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre_Linhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SiLlUAcQIdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8n2uk_bCTcw/s1600-h/HPIM6283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342084239893471698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SiLlUAcQIdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8n2uk_bCTcw/s400/HPIM6283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;(tela Junho/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Vida é deixar-se envolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;É entregar-se ao momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;à sensação, ao sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Vida é abandonar-se sem medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;sentir plenamente cada movimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Vida é gritar bem alto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;deixando vir de dentro a alegria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;de estar amando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;assumir de corpo inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;e não só no pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Vida é amar sem medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Léa Waider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6333006587806494419?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6333006587806494419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6333006587806494419&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6333006587806494419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6333006587806494419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/entrelinhas.html' title='Entre_Linhas'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SiLlUAcQIdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/8n2uk_bCTcw/s72-c/HPIM6283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1534618693392114226</id><published>2009-05-26T17:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:21:02.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShwVRlMp0cI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-t8k1o8qSFs/s1600-h/sentidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340166649941709250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShwVRlMp0cI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-t8k1o8qSFs/s400/sentidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helen Keller, cega e surda desde bebê, há setenta anos, escreveu um ensaio que a revista seleções publicou e diz mais ou menos assim:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Às vezes o meu coração anseia por ver tudo aquilo que só conheço pelo tato. Se eu consigo tanto prazer com um simples toque, quanta beleza poderia ser revelada pela visão! E imaginei o que mais gostaria de ver se pudesse enxergar, digamos, por apenas três dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O primeiro dia seria muito ocupado. Eu reuniria todos os meus amigos queridos e olharia seus rostos por muito tempo, imprimindo em minha mente as provas exteriores da beleza que existe dentro deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Também fixaria os olhos no rosto de um bebê, para poder ter a visão da beleza ansiosa e inocente. E gostaria de olhar nos olhos fiéis e confiantes de meus dois cães.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;À tarde daria um longo passeio pela floresta, contagiando meus olhos com as belezas da natureza. E rezaria pela glória de um pôr de sol colorido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Creio que nessa noite não conseguiria dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No dia seguinte eu me levantaria ao amanhecer para assistir ao empolgante milagre da noite se transformando em dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Contemplaria, assombrada, o magnífico panorama de luz com que o sol desperta a terra adormecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Como gostaria de ver o desfile do progresso do homem, visitaria os museus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Tentaria sondar a alma do homem por meio de sua arte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Veria então o que conheci pelo tato. Todo o magnífico mundo da pintura me seria apresentado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A noite de meu segundo dia seria passada no teatro ou no cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;No terceiro dia, a cidade seria meu destino. Iria aos bairros pobres, às fábricas, aos parques onde as crianças brincam. Viajaria pelo mundo visitando os bairros estrangeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;E meus olhos estariam sempre abertos tanto para as cenas de felicidade quanto para as de tristeza, de modo que eu pudesse descobrir como as pessoas vivem e trabalham, e compreendê-las melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;À meia-noite, uma escuridão permanente outra vez se cerraria sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Claro, nesses três curtos dias eu não teria visto tudo que queria ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Só quando as trevas descessem de novo é que me daria conta do quanto eu deixara de apreciar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Usem seus olhos como se amanhã fossem perder a visão. E o mesmo se aplica aos outros sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1534618693392114226?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1534618693392114226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1534618693392114226&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1534618693392114226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1534618693392114226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ver.html' title='VER'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShwVRlMp0cI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-t8k1o8qSFs/s72-c/sentidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-652861440741415308</id><published>2009-05-23T16:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:21:02.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Homem Também Chora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShgfzhcRbII/AAAAAAAAAYY/bAer1AMAqfg/s1600-h/290039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339052328258464898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShgfzhcRbII/AAAAAAAAAYY/bAer1AMAqfg/s400/290039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Homens que se privam de extravasar suas dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e tristezas pelas lágrimas, geralmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;arrebentam o coração em enfartes fulminantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O que faz um ser humano ser digno não é o fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;de deixar de chorar, ou de evitar se envolver num abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O que dá dignidade a um homem é a sua capacidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;de se entregar, de se deixar levar pela emoção sadia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;O cancioneiro popular, Gonzaguinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;retratou, através da música "Guerreiro Menino",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;essa realidade: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Um homem também chora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Também deseja colo... Palavras amenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisa de carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;precisa de ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisa de um abraço da própria candura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Guerreiros são pessoas, são fortes, são frágeis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Guerreiros são meninos no fundo do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisam de um descanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisam de um remanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Precisam de um sonho que os torne refeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;É triste ver este homem guerreiro menino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;com a barra de seu tempo por sobre seus ombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Eu vejo que ele berra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;eu vejo que ele sangra a dor que traz no peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;pois ama e ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Um homem se humilha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;se castram seu sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Seu sonho é sua vida, e a vida é o trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;E sem o seu trabalho um homem não tem honra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;E sem a sua honra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;se morre, se mata. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;E, às vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;a única maneira de aliviar um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;o peito oprimido é deixar que as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;lágrimas jorrem com vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pense nisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e se sentir vontade ou necessidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;abra as comportas do peito e deixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;que as lágrimas lavem e aliviem seu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sem medo de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Frase extraída do livro Paulo e Estevão&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/21699956-652861440741415308?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/652861440741415308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=652861440741415308&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/652861440741415308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/652861440741415308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-homem-tambem-chora.html' title='Um Homem Também Chora'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ShgfzhcRbII/AAAAAAAAAYY/bAer1AMAqfg/s72-c/290039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-29198454331737998</id><published>2009-05-10T11:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:39:41.765+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sgare444mEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SkcscvWAyIg/s1600-h/Silencio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334139355822331970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sgare444mEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SkcscvWAyIg/s400/Silencio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt; (tela Maio/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;onde os sentimentos não precisam de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;motivos nem os desejos de razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;O importante é aproveitar o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;e aprender sua duração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;pois a vida está nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;de quem saber ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-29198454331737998?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/29198454331737998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=29198454331737998&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/29198454331737998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/29198454331737998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/siencio.html' title='SILENCIO'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sgare444mEI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/SkcscvWAyIg/s72-c/Silencio.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3702666977476183546</id><published>2009-05-07T14:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T15:06:10.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SgLo-rg6mDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6z4UXBNjbyo/s1600-h/sadclown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333081072290404402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SgLo-rg6mDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6z4UXBNjbyo/s400/sadclown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Todos sabemos que não somos eternos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas passamos a vida a adia-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amanhã faço ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amanhã digo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amanhã vou ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas virá o dia, em que não haverá amanhã ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E as palavras e sentimentos acabam por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;morrer cá dentro ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E afinal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;E tão simples de dizer ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Gosto de ti !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Obrigada pela tua amizade.&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/21699956-3702666977476183546?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3702666977476183546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3702666977476183546&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3702666977476183546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3702666977476183546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/05/caminhos.html' title='CAMINHOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SgLo-rg6mDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/6z4UXBNjbyo/s72-c/sadclown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5457286753445560325</id><published>2009-04-19T16:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:24:16.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar a Pintar (FRAGMENTOS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SetGOx9nG-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Vdcf37GmAjY/s1600-h/Fragmentos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326428204039609314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 301px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SetGOx9nG-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Vdcf37GmAjY/s400/Fragmentos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Tela - Abril/2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(...) a cultura dos grafitos em Pompeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;era suficientemente sofisticada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;para zombar de si própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Um verso, que foi encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;rabiscado em quatro sítios diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;da cidade sempre por uma mão diferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;diz o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;«Parede admiro-te por não te teres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;desmoronado em ruínas quando tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;de suportar tanta escrita monótona sobre ti.»"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Bryan Ward-Perkins in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"A Queda de Roma e o Fim da Civilização"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-5457286753445560325?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5457286753445560325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5457286753445560325&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5457286753445560325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5457286753445560325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/voltar-pintar-fragmentos.html' title='Voltar a Pintar (FRAGMENTOS)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SetGOx9nG-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/Vdcf37GmAjY/s72-c/Fragmentos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-9048408039597879034</id><published>2009-04-17T13:14:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:35:02.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"ETAPAS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Seh16k1I9FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/yQTkcDvvXHc/s1600-h/etapas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Seh16k1I9FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/yQTkcDvvXHc/s400/etapas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325636208545035346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"Uma garota perguntou a um garoto&lt;br /&gt;se ele achava ela bonita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e ele disse: NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ela perguntou se ele queria ficar com ela&lt;br /&gt;para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e ele disse:NÃO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Então ela perguntou a ele se ele iria chorar&lt;br /&gt;se ela fosse embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;e mais uma vez, ele respondeu com um NÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ela já tinha ouvido demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Assim que ela estava indo embora,&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas caíram da sua face e o&lt;br /&gt;rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Você não é bonita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;você é linda!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu não quero ficar com você para sempre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Eu preciso ficar com você pra sempre!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;E eu não iria chorar se você fosse embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;eu morreria!!."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"A vida é como uma caminhada, mesmo sem nada e com muitos obstáculos, o importante é chegar do outro lado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Paulo Henrique Bobato&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/21699956-9048408039597879034?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/9048408039597879034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=9048408039597879034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/9048408039597879034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/9048408039597879034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/etapas.html' title='&quot;ETAPAS&quot;'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Seh16k1I9FI/AAAAAAAAAX4/yQTkcDvvXHc/s72-c/etapas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4405209266130081822</id><published>2009-04-08T14:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:20:21.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>JANTAR A DOIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdyjuemmMhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/picmAdXAcmM/s1600-h/mood_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdyjuemmMhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/picmAdXAcmM/s400/mood_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322308878529344018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Adão e Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Olhámo-nos um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E cada um de nós sonhou que achara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        O par que a alma e a cara lhe pedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        - E cada um de nós sonhou que o achara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E entre nós dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Se deu, depois, o caso da maçã e da serpente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        ... Se deu, e se dará continuamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Na palma da tua mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Me ofertaste, e eu mordi, o fruto do pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        - Meu nome é Adão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E em que furor sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Os nossos corpos nus e desejosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Como serpentes brancas se enroscaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Tentando ser um só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Ó beijos angustiados e raivosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Que as nossas pobres bocas se atiraram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Sobre um leito de terra, cinza e pó!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Ó abraços que os braços apertaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Dedos que se misturaram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Ó ânsia que sofreste, ó ânsia que sofri,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Sede que nada mata, ânsia sem fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        - Tu de entrar em mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Eu de entrar em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Assim toda te deste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E assim todo me dei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Sobre o teu longo corpo agonizante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Meu inferno celeste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Cem vezes morri, prostrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Cem vezes ressuscitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Para uma dor mais vibrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E um prazer mais torturado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E enquanto as nossas bocas se esmagavam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E as doces curvas do teu corpo se ajustavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Às linhas fortes do meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Os nossos olhos muito perto, imensos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        No desespero desse abraço mudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Confessaram-se tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        ... Enquanto nós pairávamos, suspensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Entre a terra e o céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Assim as almas se entregaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Como os corpos se tinham entregado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Assim duas metades se amoldaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Ante as barbas, que tremeram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Do velho Pai desprezado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E assim Eva e Adão se conheceram:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Tu conheceste a força dos meus pulsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        A miséria do meu ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Os recantos da minha humanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        A grandeza do meu amor cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Os veios de oiro que o meu barro trouxe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Eu, os teus nervos convulsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        O teu poder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        A tua fragilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Os sinais da tua pele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        O gosto do teu sangue doce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Depois o quê, amor? Depois, mais nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        - Que Jeová não sabe perdoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        O Arcanjo entre nós dois abrira a longa espada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        Continuamos a ser dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;        E nunca nos pudemos penetrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;José Régio&lt;/span&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/21699956-4405209266130081822?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4405209266130081822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4405209266130081822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4405209266130081822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4405209266130081822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/jantar-dois.html' title='JANTAR A DOIS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdyjuemmMhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/picmAdXAcmM/s72-c/mood_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-852701735736765402</id><published>2009-04-05T17:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:55:57.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltar a Pintar (a minha sobrinha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdjhVUpBm8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VN_CVfhydQU/s1600-h/HPIM5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321250716172524482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdjhVUpBm8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VN_CVfhydQU/s400/HPIM5977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;"nova pintura Abril/2009"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Distinguir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nascer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;crescere continuamente aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Ensinar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;identificare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;naturalmente classificar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Distinguir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;perguntar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Como se distingue um homem de um animal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Como se distingue um homem de outro homem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e consequentemente responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um homem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;não se distingue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;pelo que tem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ou obtém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas sim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;pela atitude que toma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;em relação a outro homem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;in Letras, Palavras e Linhas: Gestos pela diferença&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-852701735736765402?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/852701735736765402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=852701735736765402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/852701735736765402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/852701735736765402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/04/voltar-pintar-minha-sobrinha.html' title='Voltar a Pintar (a minha sobrinha)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdjhVUpBm8I/AAAAAAAAAXM/VN_CVfhydQU/s72-c/HPIM5977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7329601379922171643</id><published>2009-03-30T16:46:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:52:42.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdDppWj2n4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/H1Odx_saKnE/s1600-h/estudo-24A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdDppWj2n4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/H1Odx_saKnE/s400/estudo-24A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319008056564424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Durante toda a minha vida muitas pessoas passaram por mim dia após dia, mas somente algumas destas pessoas ficarão pra sempre em minha memória, estas pessoas são ditas amigas e as levarei pra sempre em meu coração. As vezes pelo simples fato de terem cruzado a minha vida, as vezes pelo simples fato de terem dito uma única palavra de conforto quanto eu precisei, as vezes por terem me dado um minuto de sua atenção e me ouvido. As vezes por terem confiado em mim e me contado também os seus problemas, seus medos angústias e vitórias, isso é ser amigo é ouvir é confiar é amar e amigos de verdade ficam pra sempre em nossos corações. Assim como as pegadas na alma que são indestrutíveis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Perguntei a um sábio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt; a diferença que havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;O Amor nos dá asas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;companheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;dentro do seu coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-7329601379922171643?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7329601379922171643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7329601379922171643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7329601379922171643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7329601379922171643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SdDppWj2n4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/H1Odx_saKnE/s72-c/estudo-24A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1858571394974134100</id><published>2009-03-18T18:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:05:03.916Z</updated><title type='text'>PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ScFFw1Pc1mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0EO-jqRO240/s1600-h/pai+pintura3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ScFFw1Pc1mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0EO-jqRO240/s400/pai+pintura3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314605740501816930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Te tirei o sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quantas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Te preocupei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Senti o teu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que tenho a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Senão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muito obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pai!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1858571394974134100?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1858571394974134100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1858571394974134100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1858571394974134100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1858571394974134100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/pai.html' title='PAI'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/ScFFw1Pc1mI/AAAAAAAAAWk/0EO-jqRO240/s72-c/pai+pintura3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8765917295627814452</id><published>2009-03-16T13:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:05:42.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre o Sono e o sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sb5cPaUNHKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VVp7NXjWi8c/s1600-h/LAngedeGabrielle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sb5cPaUNHKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VVp7NXjWi8c/s400/LAngedeGabrielle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313786030175624354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Quadro de Nadir Afonso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Entre o sono e sonho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Entre mim e o que em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;É o quem eu me suponho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Corre um rio sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Passou por outras margens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Diversas mais além,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Naquelas várias viagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Que todo o rio tem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Chegou onde hoje habito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A casa que hoje sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Passa, se eu me medito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Se desperto, passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E quem me sinto e morre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;No que me liga a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dorme onde o rio corre -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Esse rio sem fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa, 11-9-1933 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8765917295627814452?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8765917295627814452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8765917295627814452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8765917295627814452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8765917295627814452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-o-sono-e-o-sonho.html' title='Entre o Sono e o sonho'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Sb5cPaUNHKI/AAAAAAAAAWM/VVp7NXjWi8c/s72-c/LAngedeGabrielle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4190959279440843388</id><published>2009-03-06T19:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:20:46.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Aproveita o Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SbF1Z5qAlyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XOXlNji18DI/s1600-h/design_diogo_lencastre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SbF1Z5qAlyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XOXlNji18DI/s400/design_diogo_lencastre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310154523480725282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Carpe diem quam minimum credula postero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi,&lt;br /&gt;quem tibi finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec&lt;br /&gt;Babylonios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; temptaris numeros.&lt;br /&gt;ut melius, quidquid erit, pati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit&lt;br /&gt;invida aetas:&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem quam minimum credula postero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Colhe o dia, confia o mínimo no amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Não perguntes, saber é proibido,&lt;br /&gt;o fim que os deuses darão a mim ou a você,&lt;br /&gt;Leuconoe, com os adivinhos da Babilônia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;não brinque.&lt;br /&gt;É melhor apenas lidar com o que se cruza no seu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Se muitos invernos Júpiter te dará ou se este é o último,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;que agora bate nas rochas da praia com as ondas do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tirreno: seja sábio, beba o seu vinho e para o curto prazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;reescale as suas esperanças.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo enquanto falamos, o tempo ciumento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;está fugindo de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Colhe o dia, confia o mínimo no amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Esta expressão pode ser encontrada&lt;br /&gt;em "Odes" (I,, 11.8) do poeta romano Horácio (65 - 8 AC)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21699956-4190959279440843388?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4190959279440843388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4190959279440843388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4190959279440843388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4190959279440843388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/aproveita-o-momento.html' title='Aproveita o Momento'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SbF1Z5qAlyI/AAAAAAAAAWE/XOXlNji18DI/s72-c/design_diogo_lencastre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6279733697880956619</id><published>2009-03-02T13:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:55:33.149Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltar a PINTAR (renascer)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Savj4YMcEiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mc8_llrZtCk/s1600-h/renascer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Savj4YMcEiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mc8_llrZtCk/s400/renascer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308587143493063202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-size: 78%;"&gt;(quadro pintado 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;As coisas nunca mudam...&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa o mundo da voltas...&lt;br /&gt;com as voltas encontra-se muitas adversidades&lt;br /&gt;cujo com elas aprendemos&lt;br /&gt;a dar valor e sentido a vida e as pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes descobrimos a necessidade&lt;br /&gt;de estar junto no tempo certo,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes caímos no desespero&lt;br /&gt;e olhamos para a vida e vimos que tudo esta perdido...&lt;br /&gt;mas nada se torna perdido...&lt;br /&gt;nada se acaba quando o sentimento nasce...&lt;br /&gt;as coisas não mudam as pessoas que criam adversidades...&lt;br /&gt;o amor não é algo que se vê...&lt;br /&gt;não se sente cheiro...&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes ele permanece sem a pessoa&lt;br /&gt;que mais gostariamos ao nosso lado...&lt;br /&gt;o amor...&lt;br /&gt;é paciente não é exigente...&lt;br /&gt;não é orgulhoso...&lt;br /&gt;o amor simplismente se sente...&lt;br /&gt;^^...&lt;br /&gt;amem incondionalmente....&lt;br /&gt;diga que ama as pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;conquiste as pessoas que voçê cultiva todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;porque no dia de amanhã você pode só senti-lo&lt;br /&gt;e não oportunidade de demonstra-lo...&lt;br /&gt;nunca é tarde para dizer eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;nem demonstrar mas pode ser tarde a hora&lt;br /&gt;que você pensar em demonstrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Lise Ziemens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6279733697880956619?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6279733697880956619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6279733697880956619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6279733697880956619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6279733697880956619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/voltar-pintar-renascer.html' title='Voltar a PINTAR (renascer)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Savj4YMcEiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Mc8_llrZtCk/s72-c/renascer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1282493050231089300</id><published>2009-03-02T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:46:13.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltar a PINTAR (recordar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SaviKmeC4FI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O9Rl6juTLFo/s1600-h/recordar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SaviKmeC4FI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O9Rl6juTLFo/s400/recordar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308585257539395666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;É o passado que se junta com o presente, é o voltar a ter o espirito de pintar, fotografar, ler.&lt;br /&gt;E ver o mundo que me rodeia com outro olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(quadro pintado 1969)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" É o silêncio tecido num lenço de seda onde rolam ao acaso e sem destino, pérolas..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lídia Martinez In "Cartas de Pedro e Inez - o mel do meu consolo", Ulmeiro, Lisboa, 1994, p 37.&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/21699956-1282493050231089300?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1282493050231089300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1282493050231089300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1282493050231089300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1282493050231089300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/03/voltar-pintar-recordar.html' title='Voltar a PINTAR (recordar)'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SaviKmeC4FI/AAAAAAAAAV0/O9Rl6juTLFo/s72-c/recordar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8742051299504488536</id><published>2009-01-27T17:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:02:55.416Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SX9Lz5pCcOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Revsjvr_7yc/s1600-h/vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SX9Lz5pCcOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Revsjvr_7yc/s400/vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296035041829351650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Um dia a maioria de nós irá se separar. Sentiremos saudades de todas as conversas jogadas fora, as descobertas que fizemos, dos sonhos que tivemos, dos tantos risos e momentos que compartilhamos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades até dos momentos de lágrima, da angústia, das vésperas de finais de semana, de finais de ano, enfim… do companheirismo vivido… Sempre pensei que as amizades continuassem para sempre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não tenho mais tanta certeza disso. Em breve cada um vai pra seu lado, seja pelo destino, ou por algum desentendimento, segue a sua vida, talvez continuemos a nos encontrar, quem sabe… nos e-mails trocados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos nos telefonar… conversar algumas bobagens. Aí os dias vão passar… meses… anos… até este contato tornar-se cada vez mais raro. Vamos nos perder no tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nossos filhos verão aquelas fotografias e perguntarão: Quem são aquelas pessoas? Diremos que eram nossos amigos. E… isso vai doer tanto!!! Foram meus amigos, foi com eles que vivi os melhores anos de minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade vai apertar bem dentro do peito. Vai dar uma vontade de ligar, ouvir aquelas vozes novamente… Quando o nosso grupo estiver incompleto… nos reuniremos para um último adeus de um amigo. E entre lágrima nos abraçaremos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faremos promessas de nos encontrar mais vezes daquele dia em diante. Por fim, cada um vai para o seu lado para continuar a viver a sua vidinha isolada do passado… E nos perderemos no tempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, fica aqui um pedido deste humilde amigo: não deixes que a vida passe em branco, e que pequenas adversidades sejam a causa de grandes tempestades…&lt;br /&gt;Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores… mas enlouqueceria se morressem todos os meus amigos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;    - Vinícius de Moraes -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/21699956-8742051299504488536?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8742051299504488536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8742051299504488536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8742051299504488536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8742051299504488536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SX9Lz5pCcOI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Revsjvr_7yc/s72-c/vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6635508242646401796</id><published>2009-01-13T13:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:59:33.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Xadrez: Origens Esotéricas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWycNXupvHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ptvn8NuVNSo/s1600-h/lego-chess-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWycNXupvHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ptvn8NuVNSo/s400/lego-chess-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290775415775411314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;ASPECTO ESOTÉRICO DO XADREZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Símbolos das partes do tabuleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representa em si o Jogo da Vida. A vida é um tabuleiro de xadrez, na qual cada um de nossos atos é uma jogada. Se nossas jogadas são boas, inteligentes e oportunas o resultado será o êxito, saúde e longevidade. Se pelo contrário nossas jogadas são feitas de má-fé, egoístas e inoportunas, o resultado será o fracasso, a enfermidade e a morte. Se analisamos numericamente a quantidade de casas num tabuleiro, encontraremos 64, que para efeitos cabalísticos nos dá um total de 10, o qual representa a Lei da Recorrência, a Repetição, a Retribuição, a Roda do Samsara, as forças evolutivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quantidade de casas brancas é 32 (3 + 2 = 5), a lei do Dharma. Em linguagem mística da luz, quando nos iniciamos no tabuleiro da existência nos recebem as forças brancas, ou seja, os peões com suas forças brancas, ou seja, os peões brancos nos dão as boas-vindas, indicando que começamos a Evoluir. Como quer que nada na Natureza está extático, chega o momento em que se fracassa e caímos nas garras das forças involutivas. A quantidade de casas pretas é de 32 (3 + 2 = 5), a lei do Karma. Na linguagem mística das trevas, é a decadência, a disfunção e a morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bem e o mal não existem. Uma coisa é boa quando nos convém e má quando não nos convém. O bem e o mal são uma questão de conveniências caprichosas da mente. O homem que inventou os fatídicos termos Bem e Mal foi um atlante chamado MAKARI KRONVERZYON, distinto membro da sociedade científica AKALDAN, situada na submergido continente atlante. Esse velho sábio jamais suspeitou do grave dano que causaria à humanidade com a invenção dessas suas duas palavrinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Os Peões:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando enfocamos o jogo nos aspectos militares sobretudo nas cortes medievais, simbolizam os soldados do Rei, que é a base dos planos do peão para que avance, é um germe de debilidade que se cria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os oito peões são as oito Virtudes da Mãe Devi-Kundalini, que são: Compreensão, Vontade, Verbo, Reto pensar, Reto sentir, Reta maneira de ganhar a vida, que haja Paz e que haja Amor. Também representa o Arcano oito do Tarô (ou seja, o Padrão das Medidas): a Justiça, cada um de nós lutando contra os contratempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os movimentos são muito limitados, as sombras do pecado desse Rei Interno de cada um de nós que nunca pecou, tu sabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;As Torres:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simbolizam o estado de Alerta Percepção e de Alerta Novidade, nos Grandes Mistérios davam ao neófito o Cinzel e o Martelo para que fosse polindo as duas colunas do Templo, a Branca e a Negra, ou melhor, a Dórica e a Jônica. Os Cimentos da torre na época medieval eram de pedra e quase todas as torres estavam feitas deste material, símbolo resplandecente de la Energia Sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Os Cavalos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representam a Ousadia e o valor para eliminar o Medo, sus movimentos descrevem o esquadro r o compasso, tão importantes nos estudos maçônicos. Seus movimentos são em forma de L, que no sistema de numeração romana tem o valor de 50, que decompondo-se nos está indicando a Lei em Rigor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Os Bispos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas cortes medievais conheciam-se com o nome de Bispos e eram os que estavam mais próximos ao Rei; alegorizavam as Lanças, a Urânia-Vênus dos Gregos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;O Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Representa a Sabeduria, nosso Real Ser, el V.M. Interno, a Estrela Interior que sempre nos sorri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o jogo do Xadrez consiste em colocar o rei em uma situação tal que não possa mover-se e então é quando se lhe dá a Morte, o Xeque-Mate. É sabido que terminada uma partida de xadrez se pode iniciar mais uma vez, segundo os acordos dos jogadores, porém o Rei segue sendo o Rei e este não muda, assim é nosso Real Ser. É o que foi, o que é e o que será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve-se notar que alguns valores que temos dado às não são os valores clássicos, senão Esotéricos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A Rainha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia faltar no Tabuleiro da existência e no xadrez o elemento feminino, o princípio universal da vida, o qual resplandece em toda a Obra, o próprio Deus; o Rei desdobrado em Mulher, o Eterno Amor que flui e reflui em todo o criado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde crianças pedimos suas ternuras porque Ela é a outra metade de nosso Ser e vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem a Dama, a Rainha, em uma partida de xadrez, nos sentimos sem o poder supremo, estamos perdidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se fazemos um estudo transcendental das diferentes culturas vemos como por trás da glória dos Grandes Homens Ilustres sempre havia uma Mulher, como a Sacerdotisa de Tebas, em meio de tochas falou às multidões, como a Sacerdotisa dos Templos de Mistérios. Reinou no Egito, como Vestal de Delfos, sob o nome de Pitonisa... Um grande Mestre disse: O Summum da Beleza é a Mulher, a Natureza, a Música, as Flores, uma Paisagem... uma criança nos comove, porém a mulher nos comove e nos atrai, nos inspira e nos provoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A liberdade de movimentos da Rainha, num tabuleiro de xadrez, é formidável, os valores fundamentais do xadrez são o Tempo, ou seja, a Rapidez, para realizar os planos, o espaço , o domínio do maior número de defeitos; se as jogadas no xadrez são bem feitas e com força suficiente, se o desenvolvimento e as circunstâncias foras maravilhosos, o resultado será a Vitória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida, o homem se enfrenta com inúmeros problemas, cada pessoa necessita saber como resolver cada um desses problemas; inteligentemente todo xadrezista sabe que toda solução está no próprio problema, sempre que haja a tranqüilidade e equilíbrio perfeitos entre a Mente, a Emoção e o Centro Motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo existe uma enorme quantidade de pessoas a quem se lhe proporcionou elementos para triunfar na vida, porém carecem de hábitos e da capacidade para Raciocinar logicamente, porque podemos assegurar que todos os seres humanos somos pedras de xadrez no Tabuleiro da Vida; e sobre nós estão Seres Superiores que umas vezes dão apoio às pedras pretas e outras às brancas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós está nestes momentos repetindo a mesma partida de sua vida passada, mais as conseqüências, boas ou más, sob os efeitos da Lei de Recorrência. Jogadores Inconscientes que não aprendemos a jogar inteligentemente e que nosso destino não o decide um só propósito senão milhares e milhares de agregados. psicológicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os seres humanos sem um Ensinamento superior somos como uma partida de xadrez sem peões, curtos de inteligência e com muitas limitações, que ignoramos que dentro de nós terríveis possibilidades que devidamente desenvolvidas nos levariam à Vitória Final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Gnose pois nos convida mediante o jogo-ciência a ser verdadeiros jogadores inteligentes e conscientes, como também para mover dentro de Forças superiores ignotas, que farão de nós Homens reais e verdadeiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Síntese do Xadrez Esotérico na Prática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Trabalho Arcânico no Xadrez Esotérico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Rei e a Rainha. Simbolizam o homem e a mulher trabalhando na Grande Obra, o Arcano AZF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Os Bispos são a Lança e a Gadanha, simbolizando desta maneira à Mãe Divina fabricando Corpos e desintegrando Defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Os Cavalos. Simbolizando a força que vai-se adquirindo através do trabalho com a energia sexual transmutada, simboliza também a Inteligência, a amizade e o triunfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;As Torres simbolizam o Corpo Astral e o Mundo Mental. As saudações JÁKIN-BOAZ, que se faz à entrada de todo templo e que o homem e a mulher deve fazer no momento de ir ao trabalho sexual AZF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Os Peões. Indicando as 8 Virtudes da Kundalini e que devemos conquistar para poder ser aceitos por Devi Kundalini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;O Tabuleiro. É o jogo da Vida e não sabemos se estamos jogando a última partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;Os Quadrados Pretos e Brancos. Que algumas vezes as pretas nos dão força e outras as brancas. Positivo e negativo. O equilíbrio em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;A palavra Xadrez (Nota do Tradutor: em espanhol AJEDREZ. A partir de agora, o Mestre Samael explica o significado das letras que compõem a palavra Ajedrez). &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Simbolicamente vemos a Balança da Justiça Cósmica assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A letra A&lt;/span&gt;: a água, ou seja, o Karma.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A Z&lt;/span&gt;: o fogo, ou seja, Dharma.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A D&lt;/span&gt;: O equilíbrio que se deve ter em tudo e assim lograr realizar-nos.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Si decompomos mais as letras, vemos o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A letra J&lt;/span&gt;: simboliza o Bastão dos Patriarcas.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A E&lt;/span&gt;: simboliza os Quatro Elementos da Natureza. A Esfinge do Egito milenar. O Verbo.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A R&lt;/span&gt;: O fogo Sagrado del Espírito Santo. A Mãe Divina Kundalini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Autoria deste texto: Samael Aun Weor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6635508242646401796?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6635508242646401796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6635508242646401796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6635508242646401796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6635508242646401796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/xadrez-origens-esotricas.html' title='Xadrez: Origens Esotéricas'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWycNXupvHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ptvn8NuVNSo/s72-c/lego-chess-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5710429400569936231</id><published>2009-01-05T18:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:47:46.719Z</updated><title type='text'>FELICIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWJUXM1yjPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UlbDyXd8efE/s1600-h/marionete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWJUXM1yjPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UlbDyXd8efE/s400/marionete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287881670046944498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A palavra em si, tem definição, pois significa bem-estar,&lt;br /&gt;contentamento, mas é muito mais complexa,&lt;br /&gt;porque é um estado de espírito  que difere de uma&lt;br /&gt;pessoa para outra, é uma química que pode ser entre duas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;ou  poderá ser  apenas de  alguém que&lt;br /&gt;realizou aquilo que tanto almejava....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FELICIDADE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Não existe  "FELICIDADE"  total,&lt;br /&gt;pois  somos felizes  naquele momento,&lt;br /&gt;estamos FELIZES, é presente,&lt;br /&gt;é  estar em paz consigo mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;se procurarmos em nosso interior,&lt;br /&gt;então viveremos, muito mais  tempo;&lt;br /&gt;essa satisfação, compensação&lt;br /&gt;chamada  FELICIDADE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ETAPAS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Nossa vida é feita de etapas,desde que nascemos,&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos a respirar,chorar,e quando termina uma etapa,&lt;br /&gt;passamos pra outra,&lt;br /&gt;então sempre estamos em processo de aprendizagem,&lt;br /&gt;não podemos votar,seguir em frente abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;se esforçar para que cada vez possamos aprender&lt;br /&gt;mais,sermos aceitos e portanto devemos&lt;br /&gt;nos adequar a diversos tipos de situações&lt;br /&gt;e tirar proveito das coisas boas e também aprender,&lt;br /&gt;amadurecer com as não tão boas,&lt;br /&gt;tudo  é um processo de maturação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/21699956-5710429400569936231?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5710429400569936231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5710429400569936231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5710429400569936231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5710429400569936231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2009/01/felicidade.html' title='FELICIDADE'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SWJUXM1yjPI/AAAAAAAAAUI/UlbDyXd8efE/s72-c/marionete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-941140901377603688</id><published>2008-12-11T01:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:25:40.517Z</updated><title type='text'>ESPERANÇA e FORÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clica em cima do titulo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para mais informações consultem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.azoresglobal.com/canais/noticias/imprimir.php?id=8394 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-941140901377603688?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ux8vfTqNC88' title='ESPERANÇA e FORÇA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/941140901377603688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=941140901377603688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/941140901377603688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/941140901377603688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/12/esperana-e-fora.html' title='ESPERANÇA e FORÇA'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4369297636449646516</id><published>2008-11-24T23:05:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:14:58.701Z</updated><title type='text'>HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSs1ZMoehVI/AAAAAAAAATU/fpo4Jyn6zqE/s1600-h/papel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSsz39rBDmI/AAAAAAAAASk/uEC4Sg-G-gw/s400/12331285_999c00ead9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272364825308106338" 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/21699956-4369297636449646516?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4369297636449646516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4369297636449646516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4369297636449646516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4369297636449646516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/humor.html' title='HUMOR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSs1ZMoehVI/AAAAAAAAATU/fpo4Jyn6zqE/s72-c/papel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6714136104906203644</id><published>2008-11-24T22:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:03:56.636Z</updated><title type='text'>sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSsxdSoeFbI/AAAAAAAAASc/PNB5TfWOr24/s1600-h/vidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 376px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSsxdSoeFbI/AAAAAAAAASc/PNB5TfWOr24/s400/vidas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272362168054846898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não vivo do passado&lt;br /&gt;raramente me arrependo de algo que tenha feito.&lt;br /&gt;Mas as pessoas que passaram pela minha vida&lt;br /&gt;continuam presentes. Todas.&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me perguntando como será que a vida correu&lt;br /&gt;a algumas das quais não sei há imensos anos.&lt;br /&gt;E que pessoas farão, hoje,&lt;br /&gt;parte da minha vida que o futuro se encarregará de apartar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ainda ontem dei comigo a pensar isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E aqui deixo este poema de Telo Vieira de Meireles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Toda a minha vida é uma saudade imensa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;não só do que foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;mas do que poderia ter sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;se as coisas não fossem só o que foram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Vivo mais na lembrança do que não foi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;do que de aquilo que realmente foi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;E nessa lembrança do que nunca existiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;nesse desfiar de reminiscências da minha memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;vejo que mesmo aquilo que foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;só o foi por metade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a outra metade da vida era já sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;para ser sonhado hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6714136104906203644?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6714136104906203644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6714136104906203644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6714136104906203644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6714136104906203644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sonho.html' title='sonho'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SSsxdSoeFbI/AAAAAAAAASc/PNB5TfWOr24/s72-c/vidas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7423155048284761004</id><published>2008-11-05T19:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:27:38.006Z</updated><title type='text'>PRETO &amp; BRANCO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SRHvzd0gRoI/AAAAAAAAASU/yMWD2u8D-lA/s1600-h/reloj_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SRHvzd0gRoI/AAAAAAAAASU/yMWD2u8D-lA/s400/reloj_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265253106830034562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duas cores ou três verdades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O preto e o branco são duas das cores mais discutidas nos meandros dos estudos da cor. O preto é uma cor e o branco não? Ou o preto não é uma cor e o branco é? Será que a resposta seria a mesma se a questão fosse simultaneamente colocada a um designer, a um gráfico ou a um fotografo? Esta pergunta, que tem inquietado mentes brilhantes, tem três possíveis respostas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A percepção básica de como as cores são criadas é o primeiro passo para chegar a respostas correctas. Podemos avançar de imediato com dois exemplos de existência de cor. A cor de um objecto tangível é o resultado de pigmentos ou agentes colorantes moleculares, como no caso de uma maçã vermelha, cuja a cor da casca é o resultado de agentes colorantes na superfície da maça. O mesmo se passa com uma pintura de uma maça vermelha, em que o que se vê é o resultados de pigmentos vermelhos utilizados para a criação de uma imagem.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, a cor de uma maça vermelha, quando vista num televisor ou no monitor de um computador, nada mais é que o resultado de uma luz colorida. Ou seja, é criada por fótons - que são as partículas elementares mediadoras da força electromagnética - a luz vermelha, transmitidos num sistema electrónico. É importante conhecer ainda o conceito das cores primárias, sendo que a regra fundamental tem base no facto de existirem três cores que não se conseguem obter através da mistura de outras cores. São elas o vermelho, o azul e o amarelo, Depois de chegarmos a duas categorias diferentes da cor - e geradas por pigmento e as geradas pela luz - e de compreendermos as cores primárias, podemos encontrar as respostas possíveis à grande questão: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o preto e o branco são cores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESPOSTA número 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O preto e o branco são cores quando gerados pela luz? Sendo o preto a ausência da luz, não se pode considerar que seja uma cor gerada pela mesma. É uma teoria simples de testar, bastando entrar num laboratório para revelação de fotografias, o tradicional quarto escuro, para verificar a total ausência de fótons. O branco, por sua vez, é a mistura de todas as cores e é, por isso uma cor. A luz parece não ter cor, ou seja branca. A luz do sol é luz branca, composta por todas as outras cores do especto, o que se prova pela existência de um simples arco-íris. Só conseguimos ver as cores dos raios de sol quando em condições atmosféricas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"dobram"&lt;/span&gt; os raios de luz e criam um arco-íris. Isto também é facilmente comprovável com um prisma. Como a soma de todas as cores resulta em cor, esta é chamada a Teoria Aditiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESPOSTA número 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de falarmos na Teoria Aditiva, podemos falar na Teoria Subtractiva. Aqui explica-se que as cores primárias no mundo da arte são o vermelho, o amarelo e o azul, sendo se falarmos de impressão, as cores primárias são consideradas o ciano, o magenta e o amarelo. Colocamos então a pertinente questão: o branco e o preto são cores quando existem como pigmentos ou como agentes colorantes moleculares?&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer químico vai responder e confirmar que o preto é uma cor. Aqui existe uma forma simples de o demonstrar, bastando a combinação das três cores primárias em tinta líquida ou até em corante alimentar.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, se alguém disser que o preto é ausência de cor, é possível replicar com a seguinte pergunta: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Então o que se encontra dentro de um tubo de tinta preta?"&lt;/span&gt;, suportando a resposta com o facto do preto ser considerado uma cor quando se fala de cores de pigmentos e agentes colorantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E o branco é uma cor? Diz-se que não, mas até a Teoria da Cor é possível provar que nada no mundo é " ou preto ou branco".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESPOSTA número 3 - toda a verdade-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cor existe no contexto da visão, havendo três partes no processo de percepção da cor: o meio, o veículo e o receptor. O meio é a existência da cor enquanto pigmento/colorante ou enquanto luz. O veículo é a forma como essa cor é transmitida e o receptor influencia por último, uma vez que a cor vai depender da forma como o olho humano a vê. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma cor existe e ninguém a vê?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metade da resposta correcta à questão acerca do "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ser ou não ser&lt;/span&gt;" do preto e branco é uma combinação da resposta 1 e da resposta 2. No entanto, falta ainda a outra metade da solução deste dilema. Falta explicar como vemos a cor. A cor de um objecto tangível resulta de um agente colorante molecular, sendo que a vemos porque o objecto a reflecte para o olho. Cada cor é o efeito específico de uma onda especifica de um especto. No caso da maça vermelha, essa é a cor predominante porque ela reflecte a onda 440nm do espectro da cor, que corresponde ao vermelho. Aplica-se então a mesma teoria ao preto e branco. O preto não é uma cor. Um objecto de cor negra apenas absorve todas as cores do espectro visíveis e não reflecte nenhuma. Em física, um corpo preto é um perfeito absorvente de luz. O branco, por sua vez, é uma cor. O branco reflecte todas as cores de um aspecto visível para os olhos. Ou seja, as cores são apenas o grau do que está presente na luz reflectida por aquilo que vemos. Ou seja, a cor reflecte ondas de um espectro ao qual a nossa retina responde, sendo que o meio é o processo de reflectir e o receptor é aquele que vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/21699956-7423155048284761004?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7423155048284761004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7423155048284761004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7423155048284761004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7423155048284761004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/11/preto-branco.html' title='PRETO &amp; BRANCO'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SRHvzd0gRoI/AAAAAAAAASU/yMWD2u8D-lA/s72-c/reloj_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6011395118916932533</id><published>2008-10-19T23:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:28:41.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SPuw8uiYu0I/AAAAAAAAASM/5KfprrPxB8U/s1600-h/atanazada.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Obrigado porque tiveste na tua vida um lugar para a minha vida, renunciando a tantas coisas boas que poderias ter saboreado. Porque – mais do que isso – fizeste da tua vida um lugar para a minha. E de muitas maneiras morreste para que eu pudesse viver.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não eras corajosa, mas tiveste a coragem de embarcar numa aventura que sabias não ter retorno.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não fizeste as contas para avaliar se a minha chegada era conveniente: abriste simplesmente os braços quando eu vim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não só me aceitaste como era, como estavas disposta a aceitar-me fosse eu como fosse. Porque dirias "o meu filhinho" mesmo que  eu tivesse nascido deformado e me contarias histórias ainda que eu tivesse nascido sem orelhas. E me levarias ao colo mesmo que eu fosse leproso. E, mesmo com tudo isso, me mostrarias com orgulho às tuas amigas. Porque seria sempre o teu bebé lindo.&lt;br /&gt;Devo-te isso, embora não tenha acontecido, porque o farias.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque não tiveste tempo para visitar as capitais da Europa. Porque as tuas amigas usavam um perfume de melhor qualidade que o teu. Porque, sendo mulher, chegaste a esquecer-te de que havia a moda.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não te deixei dormir e estavas sorridente no dia seguinte. Porque foste muitas vezes trabalhar com manchas de leite na blusa. Porque me sossegaste dizendo "não chores, filho, que a mãe está aqui", e estar no teu regaço era tão seguro como dormir na palma da mão de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque é pensando em ti que posso entender Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque não tiveste vergonha de mim quando eu fazia birras nos museus, ou me enfiava debaixo da mesa do restaurante porque queria comer um gelado antes da refeição. E porque suportaste que eu, na adolescência, tivesse vergonha de que os meus amigos me vissem contigo na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque fizeste de costureira e aprendeste a fazer bolos. Porque fizeste roupas e máscaras para as festas da escola. Porque passaste uma boa parte dos fins de semana a ver jogos de rugby ou de futebol para que – quando eu perguntasse "viste-me, mãe, viste-me?" – pudesses responder com sinceridade e orgulho "é claro que te vi!".&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por o teu coração ser do tamanho de me teres dado irmãos. Como eu seria pobre se não os tivesse!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado pelas lágrimas que choraste e nunca cheguei a saber que choraste.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque me ralhaste quando me portei mal nas lojas, quando bati os pés com teimosia, quando "roubei" batatas fritas antes de o jantar estar servido, quando atirei a roupa suja para um canto do quarto. Obrigado por me teres mandado para a escola quando não me apetecia e inventava desculpas. E por me teres mandado fazer tarefas da casa que tu farias bem melhor e muito mais depressa.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres mantido a calma quando eu num dia de chuva fui consertar a bicicleta para a cozinha, ou quando arranjei uma namorada de cabelo verde...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres querido conhecer os meus amigos, e por todas as vezes que não me deixaste sair à noite sem saberes muito bem com quem ia e onde ia.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado porque eu cresci e o teu coração parece ter também crescido. Porque me deste coragem. Porque aprovaste as minhas escolhas, e te mantiveste a meu lado apesar de ter passado a haver a distância. Porque levantas a cabeça – mesmo sabendo que eu estou muito longe – quando vais na rua e ouves alguém da multidão chamar: "mãe!".&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por guardares como tesouros os desenhos que fiz para ti na escola quando era, como hoje, o Dia da Mãe. E por ficares à janela a ver partir o carro, quando me vou embora, comovendo-te com os meus sinais de luzes.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado – já agora... – por não teres esquecido quais são os meus pratos favoritos; por o sótão da tua casa poder ser uma extensão do sótão da minha casa; por teres ainda no mesmo lugar a lata dos biscoitos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258991547216083778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SPuw8uiYu0I/AAAAAAAAASM/5KfprrPxB8U/s400/atanazada.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada - Mãe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(atrazado - 32 anos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6011395118916932533?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6011395118916932533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6011395118916932533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6011395118916932533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6011395118916932533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/10/me.html' title='MÃE'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SPuw8uiYu0I/AAAAAAAAASM/5KfprrPxB8U/s72-c/atanazada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3155240236237986277</id><published>2008-09-02T17:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:44:11.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Floyd "Shine On You Crazy Diamond"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=323ee5989b9317ae&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3155240236237986277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3155240236237986277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3155240236237986277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3155240236237986277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/pink-floyd-shine-on-you-crazy-diamond.html' title='Pink Floyd &quot;Shine On You Crazy Diamond&quot;'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1986709406158022820</id><published>2008-09-02T17:19:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:50:18.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que homens usam roupas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1pFEgT7KI/AAAAAAAAANU/TNSa4Lnr4i4/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-1.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Existem muitas pessoas que gostam de ficar da mesma maneira de como vieram à terra. Mas as roupas não for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;am uma má invenção. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nessa pequena série de cinco imagens, vou explicar o porque!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o_2wPQkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OCC-tXGXMLk/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o_2wPQkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OCC-tXGXMLk/s400/homem-usa-roupa-2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460987568013890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1pFEgT7KI/AAAAAAAAANU/TNSa4Lnr4i4/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1pFEgT7KI/AAAAAAAAANU/TNSa4Lnr4i4/s400/homem-usa-roupa-1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241461077158653090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o5_KgkQI/AAAAAAAAANE/hnaM5YxrAvU/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o5_KgkQI/AAAAAAAAANE/hnaM5YxrAvU/s400/homem-usa-roupa-3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460886746468610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o0W4awUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B-KdTiQqARU/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o0W4awUI/AAAAAAAAAM8/B-KdTiQqARU/s400/homem-usa-roupa-4.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460790033826114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1ovBM3ceI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Uu3OoNzHrzM/s1600-h/homem-usa-roupa-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1ovBM3ceI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Uu3OoNzHrzM/s400/homem-usa-roupa-5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241460698314666466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;clik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;na imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1e7757dd62b7bd02" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e7757dd62b7bd02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331646860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB9EDACD1C02C3951750D6F8C71813209D482A09.4E01E2B0277C6FCB930FA14A25427E2FF4444F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e7757dd62b7bd02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-7LF3I4aczmVbuImN5P6b8FYQEM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1e7757dd62b7bd02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331646860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB9EDACD1C02C3951750D6F8C71813209D482A09.4E01E2B0277C6FCB930FA14A25427E2FF4444F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1e7757dd62b7bd02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-7LF3I4aczmVbuImN5P6b8FYQEM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1986709406158022820?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1986709406158022820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1986709406158022820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1986709406158022820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1986709406158022820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-que-homens-usam-roupas.html' title='Por que homens usam roupas'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SL1o_2wPQkI/AAAAAAAAANM/OCC-tXGXMLk/s72-c/homem-usa-roupa-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4799276850008078385</id><published>2008-07-17T22:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:05.883Z</updated><title type='text'>SEXY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SH-0Dm-TeqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iWGuQppCpyo/s1600-h/6492410_p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SH-0Dm-TeqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iWGuQppCpyo/s400/6492410_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224092066867542690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_FontSize" title="Tamanho da fonte" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);toggleFontSizeMenu();ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cozinhar é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ingredientes frescos, auma pitada de criatividade e um toque de ousadia. Tudo regado com um bom vinho, num ambiente especial. Cozinhar pode ser uma forma de dizer &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Amo-te"&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Desejo-te"&lt;/span&gt;. É o prazer de dar prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comida e sensualidade andam de braços dados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sobre isso não restam duvidas. No amor e á mesa, os sentidos estão em estado de alerta, aguçados, prontos para a descoberta e para o prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tudo tem a ver estarem juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sensualidade está ligada à parte emocional, à sensualidade, aos cinco sentidos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4799276850008078385?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4799276850008078385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4799276850008078385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4799276850008078385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4799276850008078385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/sexy.html' title='SEXY'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SH-0Dm-TeqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/iWGuQppCpyo/s72-c/6492410_p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2673711329862263794</id><published>2008-07-03T12:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.096Z</updated><title type='text'>CANSAÇO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGy5fPo2x8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/or8u5kb9y84/s1600-h/841c72dc3491fe7045978d4b38faca0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGy5fPo2x8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/or8u5kb9y84/s400/841c72dc3491fe7045978d4b38faca0a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218750014640539586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não, não é cansaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É uma quantidade de desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que se me entranha na espécie de pensar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E um domingo às avessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Do sentimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Um feriado passado no abismo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não, cansaço não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É eu estar existindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E também o mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Com tudo aquilo que contém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Como tudo aquilo que nele se desdobra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;E afinal é a mesma coisa variada em cópias iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Não. Cansaço por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;É uma sensação abstrata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Da vida concreta —&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Qualquer coisa como um grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por dar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Qualquer coisa como uma angústia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Por sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ou por sofrer completamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ou por sofrer como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Sim, ou por sofrer como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Isso mesmo, como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Como quê?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Se soubesse, não haveria em mim este falso cansaço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(Ai, cegos que cantam na rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que formidável realejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Que é a guitarra de um, e a viola do outro, e a voz dela!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Porque oiço, vejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Confesso: é cansaço!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2673711329862263794?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2673711329862263794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2673711329862263794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2673711329862263794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2673711329862263794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/07/cansao.html' title='CANSAÇO'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGy5fPo2x8I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/or8u5kb9y84/s72-c/841c72dc3491fe7045978d4b38faca0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8415230576872922474</id><published>2008-06-25T19:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.266Z</updated><title type='text'>OLHAR ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGKITJCscGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmulm7z8gj0/s1600-h/368254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215881180874567778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGKITJCscGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmulm7z8gj0/s400/368254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Os olhos são espelhos d´alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Ambos emanam nossos sentimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nossos olhos demonstram o que pensamos; e nunca escondem o que sentimos... É quase impossível mentir olhando nos olhos, pois nosso olhar nos expõe excessivamente ao outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar é capaz de dizer tudo sem precisar de uma única palavra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;De nosso olhar, emanamos nossas vibrações e nossos sentimentos ao nosso foco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Vemos, tudo o que acontece a nossa volta; mas só enxergamos as coisas que queremos ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Experimente reler um livro após alguns anos; Irá te chamar a atenção, vários trechos que anteriormente lhe passaram despercebidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O livro ainda é o mesmo; você leu as mesmas coisas daquela vez; mas hoje, sua percepção mudou, revelando informações que antes estavam além de seu entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Os amantes olham-se nos olhos, porque se entregam; e não estão escondendo nada um do outro. Chegam até a "ler" os pensamentos, tamanha a sintonia de seus sentimentos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Quando se amam, se olham mais nos olhos, sempre buscando os sentimentos do outro. É muito simples saber se alguém nos ama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Basta olhar em seus olhos e teremos a certeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Difícil para nós é aceitar isso, chegamos até a ver mas sem conseguir enxergar... Os olhos transparecem tudo o que sentimos, e poucas pessoas observam esse mero detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar mexe com nossos sentimentos, chegando a nos provocar choques...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O "&lt;em&gt;poder&lt;/em&gt;" pessoal de cada um pode ser percebido pela sua maneira de olhar... Existe muita gente que se incomoda de ser olhada nos olhos, sentem-se como se estivessem sendo invadidas em sua intimidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;De certa forma, é um tipo de invasão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Inconscientemente, essa pessoas temem que descubram as tantas coisas que elas escondem do mundo; e, provavelmente, também escondem de si mesmas. É uma sensação pavorosa, correr o risco de que, nossos tão bem guardados segredos, possam revelar-se diante de um "invasor", que atreve-se a nos olhar nos olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Tentando descobrir o que não desejamos que descubram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nosso olhar revela quem somos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Os olhos brilham quando estamos alegres; e buscam o chão quando estamos tristes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar pode determinar uma sentença de vida ou de morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar pode demonstrar repulsa ou atração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;É pelo nosso olhar que entendemos o mundo a nossa volta; para que possamos formulá-lo e interagir com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um órgão cheio de mistérios; pois capta, ao mesmo tempo que transmite, uma larga escala de energias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Os ditos populares: "&lt;em&gt;Ver como bons olhos&lt;/em&gt;." e "&lt;em&gt;Olho gordo&lt;/em&gt;." ou "&lt;em&gt;Olho grande&lt;/em&gt;."... Tem sentidos além de suas metáforas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar, acolhe, constrange, pune, consente, condena, castiga, incentiva....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar é o suficiente para demonstrarmos o que estamos sentindo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um olhar diz quem você é. Enxergamos aquilo que focamos; e só vemos o que nossas consciência está preparada para ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Todos vêem, mas poucos enxergam... Nossos olhos dizem, sem palavras, as coisas que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Vemos o mundo a partir de nossa visão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nosso "&lt;em&gt;olhar&lt;/em&gt;" sobre o mundo determina tudo o que podemos captar e aprender dele, para podermos interagir com ele em nossas atitudes. Demonstramos nossos sentimentos à todos em que olhamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nosso olhar revela nossa intimidade, tornando evidente o que normalmente ocultamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A porta de entrada e saída do seu humano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;De seu ambiente interno, para o ambiente externo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Está apenas em nosso olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Precisamos nos olhar mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Se realmente quisermos realizar a fraternidade em nosso mundo. Precisamos enxergar melhor as tantas oportunidades que a vida nos oferece, enquanto fechamos nossos olhos às coisas mais óbvias da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Precisamos nos harmonizar com nosso meio para podermos transformá-lo de modo positivo. Os problemas e as soluções, estão dentro de cada um de nós..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Alex Marq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8415230576872922474?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8415230576872922474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8415230576872922474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8415230576872922474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8415230576872922474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/06/olhar.html' title='OLHAR ...'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SGKITJCscGI/AAAAAAAAAMI/bmulm7z8gj0/s72-c/368254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6494258385255995346</id><published>2008-05-09T15:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SCRknspz5fI/AAAAAAAAALw/Gkc661mX6IA/s1600-h/280d9dc29e22d621e9ea9b21927f2bc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390503056598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SCRknspz5fI/AAAAAAAAALw/Gkc661mX6IA/s400/280d9dc29e22d621e9ea9b21927f2bc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um sabe a dor e a delícia de ser o que é" - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caetano Veloso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ler esta frase ou ouvi-la sempre me fez pensar sobre :&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Quem sou eu ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Como responder a esta pergunta sem olhar para todo o eu que fui e todo o eu que sonhei ser, ou ainda, ao eu que gostava de ser mas que de todo continuo a fazer o meu melhor para sê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Olhando para o passado vejo que ouveram muitos "eus" dentro de mim que precisaram vir ao de cima para eu poder perceber com maior clareza o eu que gostava de ser. Precisei tropeçar nos meus medos e egos, nas minhas sombras para poder perceber que existiam e que poderiam fazer da minha vida um eterno andar em círculos ou servirem de degraus para os próximos passos em direcção ao que descobri queria ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O tempo do verbo é mesmo este :"queria". Já que ao longo do caminho fui mudando e mudando e mudando, e as muitas mudanças deram origem ao processo de descascar as várias camadas dos "euzinhos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ouvi de muitas bocas : pensei que já tinha tratado disto ou isto é assunto resolvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ouvi-me dizer as mesmas frases também cada vez que alguém ou algo me fazia defrontar com os padrões que tinha trabalhado tanto para transformar ou largar de vez na esperança deles desaparecerem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bem, feliz ou infelizmente quando começamos o processo do descascar as camadas dos "euzinhos" é um aprofundar de tudo sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por exemplo, quando queremos trabalhar o perdão começamos por primeiro limpar a "raiva" ou "mágoa" associadas a(s) pessoa(s) ou situação(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quando finalmente conseguimos olhar para "aquele(a) tipo" e pensar que ele(a) já não me desperta raiva ou nenhum dos sentimentos "pesados" relacionados a ele anteriormente é o começar de toda uma "revolução" interna e externa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Depois de não "sentirmos" precisamos aprender o processo seguinte que é o da compreensão e compaixão, que nesta fase é conseguir se colocar no lugar do outro e ver tudo através do ponto de vista dele(a). Nem sempre é fácil fazer isto, em especial porque nem sempre temos os mesmos conceitos que o outro(a) tem e que o(a) fez agir de tal forma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mas quando chegamos neste patamar, começamos a abrir o nosso coração e quanto mais abrimo-nos a isto, mais sentimos compaixão e de repente esta compaixão se transforma em perdão, aceitação... amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Para cada lição ou acontecimento ou pessoa é um novo desafio de aprender as mesmas lições de distintas maneiras e em graus cada vez mais profundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É desta maneira que vamos "descascando" as nossas camadas, que vamos nos tornando no que queremos ou sentimos ser a nossa "essência".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por isto aprendemos a todo instante a ser quem desejamos ser, e neste processo muitas vezes vamos de novo nos deparar com os "euzinhos" e nem por isto devemos achar que "evoluímos" pouco. Nada disto, quanto mais os "euzinhos" aparecerem mais firme deve ser a sua vontade de transformar a si mesmo, porque eles só se rebelam quando sentem que estão perdendo terreno, ou seja, estão tendo cada vez menos poder sobre nós "euzinhos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um dia em fim vamos chegar ao nosso cerne e descobrir o ser lindo que somos todos e que as "sombras" dos "euzinhos" eram necessárias para crescermos e verificarmos que podemos tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Por isto, é que somente cada um de nós sabe a própria delícia de ser o que se é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo que tudo esteja parecendo andar ao contrário do que se quer, acredita que estamos no lugar certo, no momento certo e fazendo o que é suposto estarmos fazendo neste exato momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Só precisamos de parar um pouco e saber apreciar, validar, o que já fomos, o que somos e todo o trabalho já feito. Depois é seguir o nosso caminho em direção ao que verdadeiramente somos, o nosso : Eu Sou !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E lembra somos deuses em ação !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Somos tudo o que "acreditarmos" ser e vivemos tudo o que "acreditamos" precisar viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6494258385255995346?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6494258385255995346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6494258385255995346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6494258385255995346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6494258385255995346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SCRknspz5fI/AAAAAAAAALw/Gkc661mX6IA/s72-c/280d9dc29e22d621e9ea9b21927f2bc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3838686510830805209</id><published>2008-04-24T16:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.669Z</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SBCrZEouDYI/AAAAAAAAALk/sl-ZbhZzQ7c/s1600-h/niki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192838817587793282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SBCrZEouDYI/AAAAAAAAALk/sl-ZbhZzQ7c/s400/niki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Espectacular e uma grande lição de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;de força e de luta, invejável até,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;não é pra todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;sei que no lugar dele não reagiria assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-3838686510830805209?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3838686510830805209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3838686510830805209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3838686510830805209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3838686510830805209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/04/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SBCrZEouDYI/AAAAAAAAALk/sl-ZbhZzQ7c/s72-c/niki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-877909424447204556</id><published>2008-04-18T23:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.846Z</updated><title type='text'>OBRIGADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SAkcoLqmLKI/AAAAAAAAALc/49lMy5lecd4/s1600-h/704124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190711522173004962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SAkcoLqmLKI/AAAAAAAAALc/49lMy5lecd4/s400/704124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Obrigado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque não só me aceitaste como era,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;como estavas disposta a aceitar-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fosse eu como fosse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque dirias "o meu filhinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mesmo que eu tivesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nascido deformado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e me contarias histórias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ainda que eu tivesse nascido sem orelhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E me levarias ao colo mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que eu fosse leproso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E, mesmo com tudo isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;me mostrarias com orgulho às tuas amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque seria sempre o teu bebé lindo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-877909424447204556?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/877909424447204556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=877909424447204556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/877909424447204556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/877909424447204556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/04/obrigado.html' title='OBRIGADO'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SAkcoLqmLKI/AAAAAAAAALc/49lMy5lecd4/s72-c/704124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8775295544683747722</id><published>2008-03-24T19:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.857Z</updated><title type='text'>ESPERAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-gApUG7l0I/AAAAAAAAALE/vwgvTKja_-c/s1600-h/A_hungry_duckling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181392081062172482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-gApUG7l0I/AAAAAAAAALE/vwgvTKja_-c/s400/A_hungry_duckling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Quando se ama alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;tem-se sempre tempo para essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;E se ela não vem ter conosco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;nós esperamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O verbo esperar torna-se tão imperativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;como o verbo respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;A vida transforma-se numa estação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;de comboios e o vento anuncia-nos a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;chegada antes do alcance do olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;O amor na espera ensina-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;a ver o futuro, a desejá-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;a organizar tudo para que ele seja possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;É mais fácil esperar do que desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;É mais fácil desejar do que esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;É mais fácil sonhar do que perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;E para quem vive a sonhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;é muito mais fácil viver.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Margarida Rebelo Pinto in Diário da tua Ausência&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/21699956-8775295544683747722?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8775295544683747722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8775295544683747722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8775295544683747722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8775295544683747722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/03/esperar.html' title='ESPERAR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-gApUG7l0I/AAAAAAAAALE/vwgvTKja_-c/s72-c/A_hungry_duckling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5895295139142121537</id><published>2008-03-13T23:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:06.941Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida e a morte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-vErEG7l2I/AAAAAAAAALU/ajZtdqBHjS8/s1600-h/200155780-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182452040336119650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-vErEG7l2I/AAAAAAAAALU/ajZtdqBHjS8/s400/200155780-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-vD70G7l1I/AAAAAAAAALM/8OUtgzXxZKo/s1600-h/200155780-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida é uma merda quando vemos que somos impotentes quando a morte chega. Quando vemos alguém próximo que morre lentamente e nós, impotentes, nada podemos fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Que merda de poder temos? Será que somos mesmo seres superiores. A nossa superioridade nem sequer nos serve para contornarmos o nosso fim. Não que eu tenha medo da morte. Para mim, este “medo” aumenta exponencialmente quando penso em pessoas que me estão próximas. Eu que nem sequer acredito em algo posterior à morte. Isso é, na minha opinião, uma fábula que os humanos contam para evitar esta dura realidade. Resta-me saber que posso em vida fazer obras para os que hão-de vir.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso nunca deixem de dizer que gostam das pessoas porque pode muito bem ser a última vez que lhe podem dizer. Não deixem nada por fazer. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Carpe diem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/21699956-5895295139142121537?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5895295139142121537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5895295139142121537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5895295139142121537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5895295139142121537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/03/vida-e-morte.html' title='A vida e a morte'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R-vErEG7l2I/AAAAAAAAALU/ajZtdqBHjS8/s72-c/200155780-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8966074301048046761</id><published>2008-03-13T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:07.066Z</updated><title type='text'>AS VEZES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R9m2ouIXa-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/plqrebGHpHY/s1600-h/estalagem_baleia_wale_inn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177370057333238754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R9m2ouIXa-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/plqrebGHpHY/s400/estalagem_baleia_wale_inn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"Às vezes é preciso aprender a perder, a ouvir e não responder, a falar sem nada dizer, a esconder o que mais queremos mostrar, a dar sem receber, sem cobrar, sem reclamar. Às vezes é preciso respirar fundo e esperar que o tempo nos indique o momento certo para falar e então alinhar as ideias, usar a cabeça e esquecer o coração, dizer tudo o que se tem para dizer, não ter medo de dizer não, não esquecer nenhuma ideia, nenhum pormenor, deixar tudo bem claro em cima da mesa para que não restem dúvidas e não duvidar nunca daquilo que estamos a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem parte é quem sabe para onde vai, quem escolhe o seu caminho e mesmo que não haja caminho porque o caminho se faz a andar, o sol, o vento, o céu e o cheiro do mar são os nossos guias, a única companhia, a certeza que fizemos bem e que não podia ser de outra maneira. Quem fica, fica a ver, a pensar, a meditar, a lembrar. Até se conformar e um dia então ESQUECER."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Às vezes - As Crónicas da Margarida, Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8966074301048046761?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8966074301048046761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8966074301048046761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8966074301048046761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8966074301048046761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/03/as-vezes.html' title='AS VEZES'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R9m2ouIXa-I/AAAAAAAAAK8/plqrebGHpHY/s72-c/estalagem_baleia_wale_inn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3349505799744509184</id><published>2008-02-27T18:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:07.187Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R8Ww0wpnHdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/opOyRaXg_Ik/s1600-h/603113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171734167564000722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R8Ww0wpnHdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/opOyRaXg_Ik/s400/603113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Existem pessoas nas nossas vidas que nos fazem felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;pela simples casualidade de terem cruzado o nosso caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Algumas percorrem o caminho ao nosso lado vendo muitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;luas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;passar, outras apenas vemos entre um passo e outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;A todas chamamos amigos e há muitas classes deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Talvez cada folha de uma árvore represente um dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;nossos amigos…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;O primeiro que nasce é o nosso amigo pai e a nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;amiga mãe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;que nos mostra o que é vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Depois vêem eventualmente os nossos amigos irmãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;com quem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;dividimos o nosso espaço para que possam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;florescer como nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Passamos a conhecer toda a família de folhas a quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;respeitamos e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;desejamos o bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas o destino apresenta-nos outros amigos que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;sabíamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;que iriam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;cruzar-se no nosso caminho, a muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;deles chamamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;amigos da alma, do coração, são sinceros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;são verdadeiros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;sabem quando estamos bem e o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;que nos faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas também há aqueles amigos de passagem, que nos que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;colocam, sorrisos no rosto durante o tempo que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;estamos com eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Falando desse assunto não podemos esquecer os amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;distantes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;aqueles que estão na “ponta do ramo” e que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;quando o vento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;sopra aparecem entre uma folha e outra…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;O tempo passa, o verão vai-se o Outono aproxima-se e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;perdemos algumas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;das nossa folhas, algumas nascem no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;outro verão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;outras permanecem por algumas estações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas o que nos deixa mais felizes é que as folhas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;caíram continuam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;junto ao tronco alimentando a nossa raiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;São recordações de momentos maravilhosos de quando se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;cruzaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;no nosso caminho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Cada pessoa que passa pela nossa vida é única …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Sempre deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouco de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Haverá os que levam muito, mas não haverá os que não nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;deixam nada…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Esta é a maior responsabilidade da nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;é a prova evidente de que duas almas não se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;encontram por casualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-3349505799744509184?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3349505799744509184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3349505799744509184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2998362935521307920</id><published>2008-02-25T22:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:07.336Z</updated><title type='text'>Da nossa boca, se não palavras ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R8NIJApnHcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s2-I9PHICeo/s1600-h/mascaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171056116782013890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R8NIJApnHcI/AAAAAAAAAKs/s2-I9PHICeo/s400/mascaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Dobrei a palavra num ângulo recto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;na rectidão de ser apenas linha no firmamento.&lt;br /&gt;Na utopia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;finjo que existo, imito o ar seco dos meus dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;no fumo de um cigarro.&lt;br /&gt;No enovelado de sombras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;sem rumo, rebusco a hora inacabada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;onde dorme a revolução desnecessária, assassinadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;chamas cintilantes dos voos de andorinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos, mordo as estrelas na carne já azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;de um mar a sul do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Nos cilícios dos corvos negros encontro os teus gestos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e os temores da onda em cicatrizes rugentes da minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Da nossa boca, se não palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;despontam agora contundentes seculares raízes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mel de Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2998362935521307920?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2998362935521307920/comments/default' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Jurar-lhe pelos céus a fé mais pura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Falar-lhe, conseguindo alta ventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Depois da meia-noite na janela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Fazê-la vir abaixo, e com cautela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Sentir abrir a porta, que murmura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Entrar pé ante pé, e com ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Apertá-la nos braços casta e bela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Beijar-lhe os vergonhosos, lindos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E a boca, com prazer o mais jucundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Apalpar-lhe de leve os dois pimpolhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Vê-la rendida enfim a Amor fecundo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ditoso levantar-lhe os brancos folhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;É este o maior gosto que há no mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Bocage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R7ofjQpnHYI/AAAAAAAAAKM/i7tsQ8Njmng/s72-c/0000xfr0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3226252727749884862</id><published>2008-02-07T17:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:07.994Z</updated><title type='text'>In Nomine Dei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6tBRg3kMtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NFoxR3hDtns/s1600-h/416f67bf17511e727d3ea1e34f059815.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164293166846980818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6tBRg3kMtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NFoxR3hDtns/s400/416f67bf17511e727d3ea1e34f059815.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Clica na foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É mais uma experiência do autor no campo dramático. Só que se trata de uma experiência diferente pois tinha um objectivo, também ele diferente: seria a base para o libreto de uma ópera a exibir na Alemanha, de onde também surgiu o inesperado convite para Saramago mergulhar num episódio histórico marcado pela tragédia: &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o dos Anabaptistas em Münster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Passada a surpresa inicial por este convite, Saramago acabou por aceitar. Percebendo-se porquê: o tema permitia-lhe abordar uma questão que lhe é muito grata, a da intolerância religiosa e do escândalo causado pelas guerras «fraticidas» entre cristãos de tendências diversas. Tema, aliás, já focado em obras anteriores e especialmente no controverso Evangelho segundo Jesus Cristo.&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos o que o autor escreveu como apresentação de &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Nomine Dei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;« Entre o homem, com a sua razão, e os animais, com o seu instinto quem afinal, estará mais bem dotado para o governo da vida? Se os cães tivessem inventado um deus, brigariam por diferenças de opinião quanto ao nome e dar-lhe, Perdigueiro fosse, ou Lobo-d'Alsácia? E, no caso de estarem de acordo quanto ao apelativo, andariam, gerações após gerações, a morder-se mutuamente por causa da forma das orelhas ou do tefado da causa do seu canino deus?»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;«Que não sejam estas palavras tomadas como uma nova falta de respeito às coisas da religião, a juntar à Segunda Vida de Francisco de Assis e ao Evangelho segundo Jesus Cristo. Não é culpa minha nem do meu discreto ateísmo se em Münster, no século XVI, como em tantos outros tempos e lugares, católicos e protestantes andaram a trucidar-se uns aos outros em nome do mesmo Deus - &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In Nomine Dei&lt;/span&gt;- para virem a alcançar, na eternidade, o mesmo Paraíso. Os acontecimentos descritos nesta peça representam, tão-só, um trágico capítulo da longa e, pelos vistos, irremediável história da intolerância humana. Que leiam assim, e assim o entendam, crentes e não crentes, e farão, talvez, um favor a si próprios. Os animais, claro está, não precisa.»(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Informação retirada d' In Nomine Dei, Lisboa, Editorial Caminho, 1993&lt;/span&gt;&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/21699956-3226252727749884862?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3226252727749884862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3226252727749884862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3226252727749884862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3226252727749884862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/02/clica-na-foto-mais-uma-experincia-do.html' title='In Nomine Dei'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6tBRg3kMtI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NFoxR3hDtns/s72-c/416f67bf17511e727d3ea1e34f059815.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5713478294839913169</id><published>2008-02-07T17:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:08.091Z</updated><title type='text'>A Segunda Vida de Francisco de Assis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6s-tA3kMsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sqvu9hM7Xsw/s1600-h/17841908_01faa9f9d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164290340758500034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6s-tA3kMsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sqvu9hM7Xsw/s400/17841908_01faa9f9d6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O que o lobo disse a S. Francisco de Assis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podes chamar-me irmão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se fazes gosto nisso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não me peças que trate eu a ovelha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;como se fosse minha irmã."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;in A Segunda Vida de Francisco de Assis, Lisboa, Editorial Caminho, 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-5713478294839913169?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5713478294839913169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5713478294839913169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5713478294839913169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5713478294839913169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/02/segunda-vida-de-francisco-de-assis.html' title='A Segunda Vida de Francisco de 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R6IMPA3kMrI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YvkFQPlnfnY/s400/f45c46fb7148afbbad3e80e5e90289a2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passa sozinha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque cada pessoa é única&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nenhuma substitui a outra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada pessoa que passa pela nossa vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passa sozinha,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não nos deixa só,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque deixa um pouco de si&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e leva um pouquinho de nós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa é a mais bela responsabilidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da vida e a prova de que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pessoas não se encontram por acaso.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;charlie-chaplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8403076635553459873?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8403076635553459873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8403076635553459873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;interromper uma conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;na qual as palavras não são suficientes.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2346441710033668822?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2346441710033668822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2346441710033668822&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2346441710033668822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2346441710033668822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/01/clica-na-foto-o-beijo-um-modo-cmodo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R593lQ3kMqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/iogU0PLkXuE/s72-c/18441456_762d0b283c_o.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4535305319605904527</id><published>2008-01-29T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:08.491Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R592DQ3kMpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y2RbekbZDvA/s1600-h/i-am-the-drain%2Bby%2Bjenny%2Btapanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160973496429589138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R592DQ3kMpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y2RbekbZDvA/s400/i-am-the-drain%252Bby%252Bjenny%252Btapanilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Há momentos na vida em que nos devíamos calar… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e deixar que o silêncio falasse ao coração;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois há sentimentos que a linguagem não expressa… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4535305319605904527?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4535305319605904527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4535305319605904527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4535305319605904527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4535305319605904527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/01/h-momentos-na-vida-em-que-nos-devamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R592DQ3kMpI/AAAAAAAAAJk/Y2RbekbZDvA/s72-c/i-am-the-drain%252Bby%252Bjenny%252Btapanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4751351324684769674</id><published>2008-01-27T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:08.619Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R50CJQ3kMoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PHmOZCVYpkk/s1600-h/whiteangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160283106206560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R50CJQ3kMoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PHmOZCVYpkk/s400/whiteangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;quando nunca pensei me decepcionar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;fiz amigos eternos,amei e fui amado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;“quebrei a cara muitas vezes”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;(e acabei perdendo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E você também não deveria passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Viva!Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;perder com classe vencer com ousadia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;e a vida é “muito” pra ser insignificante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4751351324684769674?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R50CJQ3kMoI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PHmOZCVYpkk/s72-c/whiteangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6753922960039317835</id><published>2008-01-21T09:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:08.803Z</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R5Rs3_sB2TI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YlMLsS9qiUI/s1600-h/beijooooo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157867182490769714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R5Rs3_sB2TI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YlMLsS9qiUI/s400/beijooooo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Há palavras que nos beijam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se tivessem boca,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras de amor, de esperança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De imenso amor, de esperança louca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras nuas que beijas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a noite perde o rosto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras que se recusam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos muros do teu desgosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente coloridas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre palavras sem cor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperadas, inesperadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como a poesia ou o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O nome de quem se ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra a letra revelado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No mármore distraído,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No papel abandonado)&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que nos transportam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aonde a noite é mais forte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao silêncio dos amantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abraçados contra a morte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alexandre O'Neill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6753922960039317835?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6753922960039317835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6753922960039317835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6753922960039317835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6753922960039317835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/01/palavras-i.html' title='PALAVRAS I'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R5Rs3_sB2TI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/YlMLsS9qiUI/s72-c/beijooooo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1240703536748181326</id><published>2008-01-17T18:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.010Z</updated><title type='text'>OLHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4-ax_sB2SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/J5NQObvD5jI/s1600-h/davida_DIETER_FRANGENBERG.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156510282062879010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4-ax_sB2SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/J5NQObvD5jI/s400/davida_DIETER_FRANGENBERG.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt; “o olho vê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;a lembrança revê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;e a imaginação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;a imaginação transvê ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;é a imaginação que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;transfigura o mundo”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Manoel de Barros, em "Janela da Alma", de João Jardim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1240703536748181326?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1240703536748181326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1240703536748181326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1240703536748181326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1240703536748181326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/01/olhar.html' title='OLHAR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4-ax_sB2SI/AAAAAAAAAJI/J5NQObvD5jI/s72-c/davida_DIETER_FRANGENBERG.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3358413097806310938</id><published>2008-01-08T23:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.068Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4QL2vsB2RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fk5t9PZTxlM/s1600-h/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153256908760668434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4QL2vsB2RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fk5t9PZTxlM/s400/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Uma amiga virtual me perguntou se hoje fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;o último dia de nossas vidas ...e me ocorreu algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Geralmente nossos amigos sabem onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;moramos, conhecem nossos hábitos e horários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;e tem nossos telefones, mas isso não ocorre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;no mundo virtual...Concluí que se um de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;morresse não saberíamos. Essa verdade me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;incomodou...Penso que:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Se eu morresse amanhã, todos os meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;virtuais não saberiam, continuariam a escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;no meu mural por algum tempo, me mandariam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;emails, comentando o meu sumiço, e com o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;tempo deixariam de me escrever, talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;pensando que eu os tivesse relegado...e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;provavelmente um dia me excluiriam de suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;galerias...Alguns lamentariam até...mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;provavelmente nunca saberiam que eu morri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://recantodaalma.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;http://recantodaalma.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-3358413097806310938?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3358413097806310938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3358413097806310938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3358413097806310938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3358413097806310938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigos.html' title='AMIGOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R4QL2vsB2RI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fk5t9PZTxlM/s72-c/esperan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8206182476217336549</id><published>2007-12-28T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.390Z</updated><title type='text'>VIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3fix_sB2QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4mfZ7nsLpZw/s1600-h/frasesfamosos039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149834047459023106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3fix_sB2QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4mfZ7nsLpZw/s400/frasesfamosos039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pTCY52DnNVemGZhVqa8dMogkRIciR_y88jun2tVMT5HH1k1KyHmgnVexgNpeY7L1bOOXrWyz80joSXW8sPJl2TaL_FZa0QGPK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE ABRE UMA NOVA PAGINA NA MINHA VIDA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Tão longe e tão perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando nos sentimos sufocados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;parece que estamos tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;de tudo o que pretendemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;afinal está tudo tão perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;e quando digo perto, é bem perto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;é "olhar" com os olhos de ver dentro de nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;para dentro do nosso ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;nosso verdadeiro ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;estão lá todas as respostas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;está lá todo o oxigénio que precisamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;........... Xabonas&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/21699956-8206182476217336549?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8206182476217336549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8206182476217336549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8206182476217336549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8206182476217336549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/vidas.html' title='VIDAS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3fix_sB2QI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4mfZ7nsLpZw/s72-c/frasesfamosos039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7704520838173026608</id><published>2007-12-28T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Nosso cérebro é genial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3VsRfsB2PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/44Ohx2o9vCE/s1600-h/avidaps5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149140796787775730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3VsRfsB2PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/44Ohx2o9vCE/s400/avidaps5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Clica na imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Published by vivielove under idéias, passatempo, psi e você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De aorcdo com uma peqsiusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;De uma uinrvesriddae ignlsea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;não ipomtra em qaul odrem as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lteras de uma plravaa etãso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A úncia csioa iprotmatne é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A piremria e útmlia Lteras etejasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;No lgaur crteo. O rseto pdoe ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Uma bçguana ttaol, que vcoê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anida pdoe ler sem pobrlmea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Itso é poqrue nós não lmeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cdaa Ltera isladoa, mas a plravaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Cmoo um tdoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Show de bloa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Conseguiu ler este textinho acima? Então agora vamos para outro…&lt;br /&gt;Fixe seus olhos no texto abaixo e deixe que a sua  mente leia corretamente o que está escrito.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;35T3 P3QU3N0 T3XTO 53RV3 4P3N45 P4R4 M05TR4R COMO NO554 C4B3Ç4 CONS3GU3 F4Z3R CO1545 1MPR3551ON4ANT35! R3P4R3 N155O! NO COM3ÇO 35T4V4 M310 COMPL1C4DO, M45 N3ST4 L1NH4 SU4 M3NT3 V41 D3C1FR4NDO O CÓD1GO QU453 4UTOM4T1C4M3NT3, S3M PR3C1S4R P3N54R MU1TO, C3RTO? POD3 F1C4R B3M ORGULHO5O D155O! SU4 C4P4C1D4D3 M3R3C3! P4R4BÉN5!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;E aí, conseguiram? &lt;br /&gt;Conseguimos ler mesmo que as palavras estejam trocadas ou representadas por nºs porque o nosso cérebro capta a “gestalt”, ou seja, o “todo” e não a “parte”.&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/21699956-7704520838173026608?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7704520838173026608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7704520838173026608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7704520838173026608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7704520838173026608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/nosso-crebro-genial.html' title='Nosso cérebro é genial!'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3VsRfsB2PI/AAAAAAAAAIw/44Ohx2o9vCE/s72-c/avidaps5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8715198327436426268</id><published>2007-12-26T12:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.616Z</updated><title type='text'>“Deus criou tudo o que existe?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3JNL_sB2OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RjUgVqxI98I/s1600-h/1140584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148262192507902178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3JNL_sB2OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RjUgVqxI98I/s400/1140584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Durante uma conferência com vários universitários, um professor da Universidade de Berlim...…desafiou seus alunos com esta pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“Deus criou tudo o que existe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um aluno respondeu valentemente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, Ele criou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Deus criou tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Perguntou novamente o professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sim senhor, respondeu o jovem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor respondeu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“Se Deus criou tudo, então Deus fez o mal? Pois o mal existe, e partindo do preceito de que nossas obras são um reflexo de nós mesmos, então Deus é mau?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem ficou calado diante de tal resposta e o professor, feliz, se regozijava de ter provado mais uma vez que a fé era um mito.&lt;br /&gt;Outro estudante levantou a mão e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Posso fazer uma pergunta, professor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Lógico, foi a resposta do professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem ficou de pé e perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Professor, o frio existe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que pergunta é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lógico que existe, ou por acaso você nunca sentiu frio?&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;" De fato, senhor, o frio não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Segundo as leis da Física, o que consideramos frio, na realidade é a ausência de calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Todo corpo ou objeto é suscetível de estudo quando possui ou transmite energia, o calor é o que faz com que este corpo tenha ou transmita energia.&lt;br /&gt;O zero absoluto é a ausência total e absoluta de calor, todos os corpos ficam inertes, incapazes de reagir, mas o frio não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nós criamos essa definição para descrever como nos sentimos se não temos calor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, existe a escuridão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Continuou o estudante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O professor respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estudante respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Novamente comete um erro, senhor, a escuridão também não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A escuridão na realidade é a ausência de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A luz pode-se estudar,a escuridão não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Até existe o prisma de Nichols para decompor a luz branca nas várias cores de que está composta,com suas diferentes longitudes de ondas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A escuridão não!&lt;br /&gt;Um simples raio de luz atravessa as trevas e ilumina a superfície onde termina o raio de luz. Como pode saber quão escuro está um espaço determinado? Com base na quantidade de luz presente nesse espaço, não é assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Escuridão é uma definição que o homem desenvolveu para descrever o que acontece quando não há luz presente”&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o jovem perguntou ao professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Senhor, o mal existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O professor respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Claro que sim, lógico que existe, como disse desde o começo, vemos estupros, crimes e violência no mundo todo, essas coisas são do mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o estudante respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O mal não existe, senhor, pelo menos não existe por si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O mal é simplesmente a ausência do bem, é o mesmo dos casos anteriores, o mal é uma definição que o homem criou para descrever a ausência de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Deus não criou o mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Não é como a fé ou como o amor, que existem como existem o calor e a luz. O mal é o resultado da humanidade não ter Deus presente em seus corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;É como acontece com o frio quando não há calor, ou a escuridão quando não há luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por volta dos anos 1900, este jovem foi aplaudido de pé, e o professor apenas balançou a cabeça permanecendo calado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Imediatamente o diretor dirigiu-se àquele jovem e perguntou qual era seu nome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;E ele respondeu:ALBERT  EINSTEIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&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/21699956-8715198327436426268?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8715198327436426268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8715198327436426268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8715198327436426268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8715198327436426268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/deus-criou-tudo-o-que-existe.html' title='“Deus criou tudo o que existe?&quot;'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R3JNL_sB2OI/AAAAAAAAAIo/RjUgVqxI98I/s72-c/1140584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8244853509658699239</id><published>2007-12-23T17:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.844Z</updated><title type='text'>Cilada da beleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26ievsB2NI/AAAAAAAAAII/8qRDQYhZBgY/s1600-h/iwLJhZ769294-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147230073211967698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26ievsB2NI/AAAAAAAAAII/8qRDQYhZBgY/s400/iwLJhZ769294-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;“Já descobri há muito tempo que, por mais artifícios a que se recorra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;a única forma de se ter boa cara é estar-se feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Quando se está bem nada é preciso porque nada nos faz falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;O brilho do olhar diz tudo; a pele alisa-se, ganha cores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;tudo se harmoniza por fora porque se está bem por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Parece-me que foi o Ives Saint Laurent que disse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;que a paixão é o melhor produto de beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Concordo com ele, mas levanto a seguinte questão logística:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;como é que uma pessoa pode estar apaixonada a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;vida toda e ao mesmo tempo ser feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Também descobri há demasiado tempo que paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;e felicidade são como sardinhas com chantilly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ou seja, totalmente incompatíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A paixão destrói, desgasta, cega e ensurdece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;É uma espécie de doença cuja cura nunca será descoberta.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;As crónicas da Margarida – Margarida Rebelo Pinto&lt;br /&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/21699956-8244853509658699239?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8244853509658699239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8244853509658699239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8244853509658699239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8244853509658699239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/cilada-da-beleza.html' title='Cilada da beleza'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26ievsB2NI/AAAAAAAAAII/8qRDQYhZBgY/s72-c/iwLJhZ769294-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-476904416885621935</id><published>2007-12-23T17:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:09.997Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida ensinou-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26g6PsB2MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xF9f25Wcem8/s1600-h/flechaigloozp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147228346635114690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26g6PsB2MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xF9f25Wcem8/s400/flechaigloozp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;“A vida ensinou-me a aceitar em vez de querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;a esquecer em vez de julgar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;a não guardar rancor e a dobrar a tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;sem nunca deixar de amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;proteger aqueles que já fizeram parte dela.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Nazarenas e matrioscas – Margarida Rebelo Pinto&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/21699956-476904416885621935?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/476904416885621935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=476904416885621935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/476904416885621935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/476904416885621935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida-ensinou-me.html' title='A vida ensinou-me'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R26g6PsB2MI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xF9f25Wcem8/s72-c/flechaigloozp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-9154009337422005924</id><published>2007-12-16T21:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:10.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WxcvsB2LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bLkOIV-_MZA/s1600-h/cdfrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144713256736250034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WxcvsB2LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bLkOIV-_MZA/s400/cdfrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; "Não podemos escolher como vamos morrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ou quando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Podemos somente decidir como vamos viver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Joan Baez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"A vida só pode ser compreendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;olhando-se para trás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mas só pode ser vivida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;olhando-se para frente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Soren Kierkergaard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-9154009337422005924?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/9154009337422005924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=9154009337422005924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/9154009337422005924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/9154009337422005924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/recomear.html' title='Recomeçar'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WxcvsB2LI/AAAAAAAAAHg/bLkOIV-_MZA/s72-c/cdfrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-788565642415586399</id><published>2007-12-16T21:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:18.729Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WayPsB2KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlxzmyPs3lQ/s1600-h/71426731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144688337335998626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WayPsB2KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlxzmyPs3lQ/s400/71426731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Não sei se a vida é curta ou longa demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se não tocamos o coração das pessoas."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-788565642415586399?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/788565642415586399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=788565642415586399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/788565642415586399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/788565642415586399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R2WayPsB2KI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rlxzmyPs3lQ/s72-c/71426731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6139350808944635475</id><published>2007-12-02T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:18.879Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R1KoGsb_eJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GSE8YSADaMc/s1600-R/beijonaboca10%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139354957744404626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R1KoGsb_eJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Lx25dV0zF8/s400/beijonaboca10%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Há beijos de amor, de amizade, de paixão, de desejo. Beijos que seduzem, beijos que conquistam. Beijos de despedida, que selam uma história ou prenunciam um recomeço. Beijos…Na hora do beijo, é impossível ser falso, dissimulado. Mais do que o acto de amor, o beijo fala por si mesmo. Traduz emoções. Revela personalidades. Anuncia um jeito de ser, de amar, de sentir…A seguir, você descobrirá os segredos dos beijos do nativo de cada signo.&lt;br /&gt;Leia e, na primeira oportunidade, descubra se o seu bem-querer beija do jeitinho que os astros mandam. Ah... acredite se quiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bjs meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ariano beija com o corpo todo. Ele pulsa, ele se entrega… e ao mesmo tempo ele domina. Percorre a boca desejada com fogo e paixão. Não é dado a beijocas superficiais, pois gosta de sentir uma emoção e uma energia intensas nesse momento especial.O beijo de Touro&lt;br /&gt;O taurino tem um beijo guloso, profundo, altamente sensual. Ele aprecia o sabor, o calor, a textura da boca beijada. Não tem pressa e é capaz de ficar longos minutos deliciando-se com o gosto da pessoa amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Gêmeos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O geminiano gosta de alternar beijos mais profundos e intensos com leves beijocas e brincadeiras com a ponta da língua, percorrendo os contornos da boca da pessoa amada, mordiscando-a, saboreando-a… É um beijo meio moleque, gostoso, jovial e cativante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Câncer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canceriano coloca a própria alma no ato de beijar. No momento em que seus lábios se unem à boca da pessoa amada, ele traduz o mais puro romantismo e faz dessa carícia uma verdadeira declaração de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Leão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O leonino acredita que beijar é uma arte. Por isso, ele se esmera em percorrer docemente a boca do parceiro, alternando carícias suaves com outras mais ardentes. Seu beijo tem gosto de paixão, de desejo, de força e intensidade. Enfim, é um beijo de Fogo, capaz de seduzir e incendiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Virgem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O virginiano é perfeccionista até no beijo. Que grande qualidade! Ele toma o maior cuidado para que a pessoa amada se sinta plenamente envolvida pela carícia de seus lábios suaves e de sua língua ávida de sensações. É um beijo intenso, molhado, delicioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Libra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O libriano beija no estilo romântico. Com seus lábios doces e ao mesmo tempo ousados, ele conduz a pessoa amada para um lindo cenário, feito de flores, nascentes de água e pôr-do-Sol. Impossível não se entregar à carícia feita por essa boca que sempre parece querer "algo mais"…O beijo de Escorpião&lt;br /&gt;O escorpiano faz do beijo uma extensão do acto sexual. É um beijo erótico, quente, convidativo, que faz pensar nas cenas mais loucas e ardentes. É um beijo-armadilha, um beijo-sedução, um beijo-paixão… Uma experiência inesquecível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O beijo de Sagitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O sagitariano não beija apenas com a boca, mas com o corpo todo. Ele percorre o corpo da pessoa amada como se quisesse invadi-lo, conhecer todos os seus segredos, ultrapassar fronteiras. É um beijo quente e sensual, com um quê de selvagem, com cheiro de feno e sabor de aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Capricórnio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O capricorniano beija meticulosamente. Começa devagarzinho, como se quisesse tomar posse do "território desconhecido"… Depois, ele vai se aprofundando mais e mais, em busca de uma intensidade cada vez maior. É um beijo prolongado, desses que roubam o fôlego e deixam um gostinho de "quero mais"…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O beijo de Aquário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O aquariano beija como se quisesse desafiar as expectativas da pessoa amada. Alterna beijos carinhosos com outros de pura volúpia e é capaz de transmitir um desejo intenso com o mais simples toque de lábios… Está sempre em busca de sensações novas e não tem medo de ousar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O beijo de Peixes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pisciano tem um beijo inteiramente devotado à pessoa amada. É um beijo-doação, em que ele procura proporcionar o máximo de sensações, de prazeres, de sabores e calores… Por isso mesmo, é um beijo delicioso, que nunca se repete, mas se supera a cada nova experiência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentos-de-vida.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;http://momentos-de-vida.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6139350808944635475?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6139350808944635475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6139350808944635475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6139350808944635475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6139350808944635475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/12/chuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap.html' title='Chuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R1KoGsb_eJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9Lx25dV0zF8/s72-c/beijonaboca10%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3679773342705163160</id><published>2007-11-27T20:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:19.143Z</updated><title type='text'>BONS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R0x-ponZuZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MHFXCk6lnlI/s1600-h/escrevendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137620528665311634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R0x-ponZuZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MHFXCk6lnlI/s400/escrevendo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;os que falam com o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos, os que entregam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;o ombro pra chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;verdadeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Machado de Assis&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/21699956-3679773342705163160?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3679773342705163160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3679773342705163160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3679773342705163160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3679773342705163160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/11/bons-amigos.html' title='BONS AMIGOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/R0x-ponZuZI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MHFXCk6lnlI/s72-c/escrevendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-5812724302088610361</id><published>2007-11-11T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:19.313Z</updated><title type='text'>ELOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rzbzako-vuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WePMdJTpSYQ/s1600-h/missoesimagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131556463272967906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rzbzako-vuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WePMdJTpSYQ/s400/missoesimagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Pessoas são como elos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos que se entrelaçam pela força do destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos que se definem pelo livre arbítrio...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas formam histórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Histórias de vida, com rumos pré destinados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Histórias de vida, de livre escolha dos próprios actos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;O nosso eu acaba sendo formado de pessoas....&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que amamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas que odiamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;pessoas especiais ou insignificantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A nossa história é formada de pessoas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitas delas ficam apenas um pouquinho connosco...&lt;br /&gt;Outras, uma eternidade de tempo físico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Outras ainda uma eternidade de tempo espiritual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Essas permanecem connosco mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;depois que o elo físico se rompe...&lt;br /&gt;São personagens de relações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;eternas de amor!&lt;br /&gt;O rompimento doloroso só consegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;provocar  o afastamento da matéria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;do espírito jamais...&lt;br /&gt;São essas pessoas que fundamentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;o nosso alicerce de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Elas vão e ficam ao mesmo tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;São pessoas que jamais nos deixam sós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;pelo simples fato de morarem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;dentro  de nossos corações...&lt;br /&gt;Elas são elos inquebráveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;que nos tornam capazes de sermos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;também elos em outras vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos de amizade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Assim é a corrente da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;onde as pessoas formam sempre elos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Sinto que vivemos uma nova era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;de relacionamento, feita também de elos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos virtuais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;mas tão reais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Elos que nos marcam profundamente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meu.cantinho.nom.br/"&gt;http://www.meu.cantinho.nom.br&lt;/a&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/21699956-5812724302088610361?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5812724302088610361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=5812724302088610361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5812724302088610361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/5812724302088610361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/11/elos.html' title='ELOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rzbzako-vuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/WePMdJTpSYQ/s72-c/missoesimagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6966460798859684411</id><published>2007-11-05T10:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:19.509Z</updated><title type='text'>De profundis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ry71EFLYSJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4EvhJjntGEw/s1600-h/alguem+pensa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129306476079761554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ry71EFLYSJI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4EvhJjntGEw/s400/alguem+pensa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Encontro, algures na minha natureza, alguma coisa que me diz que não há nada no mundo que seja desprovido de sentido, e muito menos o sofrimento. Essa qualquer coisa, escondida no mais fundo de mim, como um tesouro num campo, é a humildade. É a última coisa que me resta, e a melhor (...). Ela veio-me de dentro de mim mesmo e sei que veio no bom momento. Não teria podido vir mais cedo nem mais tarde. Se alguém me tivesse falada dela, tê-la-ia rejeitado. Se ma tivessem oferecido, tê-la-ia rejeitado (...). É a única coisa que contém os elementos da vida, de uma vida nova (...). Entre todas as coisas ela é a mais estranha (...). É somente quando perdemos todas as coisas que sabemos que a possuímos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;(Oscar Wilde, in "De Profundis")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6966460798859684411?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6966460798859684411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6966460798859684411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6966460798859684411'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RyC-jFLYSII/AAAAAAAAAGE/fS_j559-Z8M/s1600-h/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125305885842229378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RyC-jFLYSII/AAAAAAAAAGE/fS_j559-Z8M/s400/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; Existem momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que apenas nós queremos ser...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre é assim...&lt;br /&gt;O culminar de todas as frustações&lt;br /&gt;Embacia o nosso olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Aperta-nos o nosso pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Controla a nossa maneira de agir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que agimos não como somos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que dizemos o que não costumamos dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Somos que tolhidos por uma estranha força&lt;br /&gt;Que nos impossibilita de lutar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que nos sentimos perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber como reagir...&lt;br /&gt;Existem momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em que nos sentimos estranhos&lt;br /&gt;Por ser aquilo que não somos !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;escrito por José Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21699956-3618053501887657872?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3618053501887657872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3618053501887657872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-219448859050539401</id><published>2007-10-18T11:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T12:06:49.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMA.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a3cfc1a1685df8d1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da3cfc1a1685df8d1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331646860%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74C3D4F1FF2C3F024C5E9A0E67E8E51BD94F3C58.3EB0ED57EE814EADA6FE0036349482900A31F6FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da3cfc1a1685df8d1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeR91EZn2Cll9S4VRyxZHkvQwWtY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma ama mais simples não existe.....&lt;/strong&gt;&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/21699956-219448859050539401?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-553707280039168632</id><published>2007-10-18T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:19.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Simplicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc6jtEe9zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDr_exfveVw/s1600-h/z-poemas13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122627486225463090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc6jtEe9zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDr_exfveVw/s400/z-poemas13.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/21699956-553707280039168632?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/553707280039168632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=553707280039168632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/553707280039168632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/553707280039168632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/10/simplicidade.html' title='Simplicidade'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc6jtEe9zI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qDr_exfveVw/s72-c/z-poemas13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8646390679666810145</id><published>2007-10-18T11:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:19.871Z</updated><title type='text'>VIDA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc55tEe9yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfhgCI5CWIM/s1600-h/z-poemas15.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122626764670957346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc55tEe9yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfhgCI5CWIM/s400/z-poemas15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; Clica em cima da foto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21699956-8646390679666810145?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8646390679666810145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8646390679666810145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8646390679666810145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8646390679666810145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/10/vida_1140.html' title='VIDA!!!'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rxc55tEe9yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/UfhgCI5CWIM/s72-c/z-poemas15.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7969992087961603687</id><published>2007-10-10T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.065Z</updated><title type='text'>RASCUNHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rwz7ZgMafrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cpM-pjwU2TQ/s1600-h/imagem77bicicleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119743291970715314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rwz7ZgMafrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cpM-pjwU2TQ/s400/imagem77bicicleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Há manchas no quadro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e não a nada que apague dores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;flores, risos, coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Imediatamente, eu procuro, procuro formas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Leio versos profundos que rasgam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;o coração com amor, amor riscado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;riscante, desenhado, formas são construídas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e as páginas vão sendo escritas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Amor que vira futilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;É como viver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;mesmo não tendo muitos motivos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é como desenhar, e não saber o que.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Como, o que pensar, pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Pego - me pensando assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Meus rascunhos, no quadro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;feliz por está sendo usado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Mais há algo a mais, que é preparado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Como porções mágicas de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e ódio.É entre amor e ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;É rascunho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;rascunhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;(Dara Aimée.)&lt;/span&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/21699956-7969992087961603687?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7969992087961603687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7969992087961603687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7969992087961603687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7969992087961603687'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-919353263405169666</id><published>2007-09-19T12:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.469Z</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RvELh6d9w7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaFGLaH-BQU/s1600-h/gatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111879729300751282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RvELh6d9w7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaFGLaH-BQU/s400/gatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade, sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A felicidade é como a pluma&lt;br /&gt;Que o vento vai levando pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Voa tão leve&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem a vida breve&lt;br /&gt;Precisa que haja vento sem parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A felicidade do pobre parece&lt;br /&gt;A grande ilusão do Carnaval&lt;br /&gt;A gente trabalha o ano inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento de sonho&lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;De rei, pirata ou jardineira&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se acabar na quarta-feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Tristeza não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade, sim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;(Vinicius de Moraes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RvEKlKd9w6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YgF1kmBgV_M/s1600-h/fotos-de-gatos-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111878685623698338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RvEKlKd9w6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YgF1kmBgV_M/s400/fotos-de-gatos-002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A felicidade é uma graça, um estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Uma atitude mental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;É um colar de pequenas e valiosas pérolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;que podem adornar a nossa vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;os nossos dias.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos escolher ser felizes .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Podemos escolher as lentes com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;que observamos o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RvELh6d9w7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CaFGLaH-BQU/s72-c/gatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6651897792894434593</id><published>2007-09-17T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.535Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ru526dyd1KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aKQdQOyLTPs/s1600-h/goodness103.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111153373912880290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ru526dyd1KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aKQdQOyLTPs/s400/goodness103.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ru526dyd1KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aKQdQOyLTPs/s1600-h/goodness103.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já escondi um amor com medo de perdê-lo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já perdi um amor por escondê-lo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por estar com medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já me arrependi por isso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já passei noites a chorar até adormecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já fui dormir tão feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já descobri que eles não existem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram...&lt;br /&gt;Já passei horas em frente ao espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A tentar descobrir quem sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já tive tanta certeza de mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ao ponto de querer desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;Já menti para depois me arrepender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já disse verdades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Das quais também me arrependi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já fingi não dar importância a pessoas que amei,&lt;br /&gt;Já sorri ao derramar lágrimas de tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já chorei de tanto rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Só para depois chorar quieto no meu canto...&lt;br /&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas nunca lhe disse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Outras vezes disse o que não pensava para magoar outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros...&lt;br /&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem piada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Apenas para ver um amigo mais feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já inventei histórias de final feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Para dar esperança a quem precisava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já sonhei demais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ao ponto de confundir com a realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Já tive medo do escuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje é no escuro onde vivo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já caí inúmeras vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Achei que nunca me iria reerguer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já me reergui inúmeras vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Achando que não cairia mais...&lt;br /&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Por ele levar alguém que eu amava embora&lt;br /&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E descobri que não eram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E sempre foram e serão especiais para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6651897792894434593?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6651897792894434593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6651897792894434593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6651897792894434593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6651897792894434593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/09/j-escondi-um-amor-com-medo-de-perd-lo-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Ru526dyd1KI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aKQdQOyLTPs/s72-c/goodness103.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6038787508587793083</id><published>2007-09-13T11:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.667Z</updated><title type='text'>TRISTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RukVhdyd1II/AAAAAAAAAEw/_eNBiIZgHq8/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109638916904703106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RukVhdyd1II/AAAAAAAAAEw/_eNBiIZgHq8/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Resisto enquanto posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;À tristeza e ao desdém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Vivo comigo a vida a sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Não olho, não falo, não oiço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Não converso com ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na tristeza que me invade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As conversas são todas ocas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E às palavras que me dizem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faço, ás vezes sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um par de orelhas moucas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio é tranquilo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A palavra ensurdecedora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivo a ver e a ouvir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mesmo que não queira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enquanto o coração chora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-6038787508587793083?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6038787508587793083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6038787508587793083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6038787508587793083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6038787508587793083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/09/tristeza.html' title='TRISTEZA'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RukVhdyd1II/AAAAAAAAAEw/_eNBiIZgHq8/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-42402223080806765</id><published>2007-09-10T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.812Z</updated><title type='text'>COM O PASSAR DO TEMPO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RuR7wPIzkDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VLQcF2Lyxts/s1600-h/CrazyHorseParis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108343945972387890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RuR7wPIzkDI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VLQcF2Lyxts/s400/CrazyHorseParis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Sem perceber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o universo se modifica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o verso não ratifica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a verdade do interior...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sem me deter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;tento caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;arrastando as mazelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do que fui, do que sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;do que quero ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tento buscar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Acredito no que faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas eu erro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;me embaraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;aprendi a não julgar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e recomeço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E se um dia eu puder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;viver o amor verdadeiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;doação, olhar e atitude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Vou mergulhar de cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;vou tentar viver por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;concedendo ao Amor amplitude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993300;"&gt;RITA REIKKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-42402223080806765?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/42402223080806765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=42402223080806765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3496376568243505583</id><published>2007-08-24T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:20.980Z</updated><title type='text'>"SOLIDÃO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs77pPIzkCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2LdaokM_RcE/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102292113714024482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs77pPIzkCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2LdaokM_RcE/s400/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;namorar,passear ou fazer sexo... Isso é carência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;pela ausência de entesqueridos que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;podem mais voltar.... Isso é saudade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;gente se impõe, às vezes para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;realinhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;os pensamentos... Isso é equilíbrio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;destino nos impõe compulsoriamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Isso é um princípio da natureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Isso é circunstância!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Solidão é muito mais do que isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chico Buarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs77f_IzkBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Sr9HisvHlho/s1600-h/sentido.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21699956-3496376568243505583?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3496376568243505583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3496376568243505583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3496376568243505583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3496376568243505583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/solido.html' title='&quot;SOLIDÃO&quot;'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs77pPIzkCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2LdaokM_RcE/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2111753027070158912</id><published>2007-08-24T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:21.115Z</updated><title type='text'>SENTIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs753PIzkAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ryt_2bXCcLM/s1600-h/sentido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290155208937474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs753PIzkAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ryt_2bXCcLM/s400/sentido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Não sei. Falta-me um sentido, um tacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Para a vida, para o amor, para a glória...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Para que serve qualquer história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Ou qualquer facto ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Estou só, só como ninguém ainda esteve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Oco dentro de mim, sem depois nem antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Parece que passam sem ver-me os instantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Mas passam sem que o seu passo seja leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Começo a ler, mas cansa-me o que ainda não li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Quero pensar, mas dói-me o que irei concluir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;O sonho pesa-me antes de o ter. Sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;É tudo uma coisa como qualquer coisa que já vi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa (Álvaro de Campos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2111753027070158912?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2111753027070158912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2111753027070158912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2111753027070158912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2111753027070158912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/sentido.html' title='SENTIDO'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rs753PIzkAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Ryt_2bXCcLM/s72-c/sentido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8168591803217247228</id><published>2007-08-13T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:21.294Z</updated><title type='text'>"A URGÊNCIA DE VIVER”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RsA8CGr2vnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FUaymRq5X8M/s1600-h/sentidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098140785035361906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RsA8CGr2vnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FUaymRq5X8M/s400/sentidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Esperamos demais para fazer o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;precisa ser feito, num mundo que só nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;dá um dia de cada vez, sem garantia do amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Enquanto lamentamos que a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é curta, agimos como se tivéssemos à nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;disposição um estoque inesgotável de tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Esperamos demais para dizer as palavras de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;perdão que devem ser ditas, para por de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;os rancores que devem ser expulsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;para expressar gratidão, para dar ânimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;para oferecer consolo.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para sermos generosos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;deixando que a demora diminua a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;de dar espontaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para ser pais de nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;filhos pequenos, esquecendo quão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;curto é o tempo em que eles são pequenos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;quão depressa a vida os faz crescer e ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para dar carinho aos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;nossos pais, irmãos e amigos. Quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;quão logo será tarde demais?&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para ler os livros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ouvir as músicas, ver os quadros que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;estão esperando para alargar nossa mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;enriquecer nosso espírito e expandir nossa alma.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais para enunciar as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;preces que estão esperando para atravessar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;nossos lábios, para executar as tarefas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;estão esperando para serem cumpridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;para demonstrar o amor que talvez não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;seja necessário amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos demais nos bastidores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;quando a vida tem um papel para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;desempenharmos no palco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esperando pararmos de esperar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esperando nós começarmos a fazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGORA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo aquilo para o que este dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de vida nos foi dado.&lt;br /&gt;Meus amigos é hora de viver!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Henry Sobel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8168591803217247228?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8168591803217247228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8168591803217247228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8168591803217247228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8168591803217247228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/urgncia-de-viver.html' title='&quot;A URGÊNCIA DE VIVER”'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RsA8CGr2vnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FUaymRq5X8M/s72-c/sentidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2929755997407068394</id><published>2007-08-06T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:21.429Z</updated><title type='text'>VIVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rrbv5Wr2vmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hjt1BpxDsC8/s1600-h/shelfpendulum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095523797037399650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rrbv5Wr2vmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hjt1BpxDsC8/s400/shelfpendulum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"Viver é sempre dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;aos outros que eles são importantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;que nós os amamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;porque um dia eles se vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e ficamos com a nítida impressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;de que não os amamos o suficiente.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2929755997407068394?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2929755997407068394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2929755997407068394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2929755997407068394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2929755997407068394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/viver.html' title='VIVER'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rrbv5Wr2vmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hjt1BpxDsC8/s72-c/shelfpendulum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-2685963135449600978</id><published>2007-08-04T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:21.557Z</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrRrDmr2vlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MeiKCGtkD8k/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094814788131143250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrRrDmr2vlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MeiKCGtkD8k/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-2685963135449600978?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/2685963135449600978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=2685963135449600978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2685963135449600978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/2685963135449600978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/saudades.html' title='SAUDADES'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrRrDmr2vlI/AAAAAAAAADw/MeiKCGtkD8k/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7363440572475853893</id><published>2007-08-01T09:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:21.786Z</updated><title type='text'>SONHAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrBJTmr2vkI/AAAAAAAAADk/F2M73aqkWxU/s1600-h/sonho1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093651779706863170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrBJTmr2vkI/AAAAAAAAADk/F2M73aqkWxU/s400/sonho1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrBIDGr2vjI/AAAAAAAAADc/FLRf0oe252Q/s1600-h/sonho1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21699956-7363440572475853893?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7363440572475853893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7363440572475853893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7363440572475853893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7363440572475853893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/08/sonhar.html' title='SONHAR'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RrBJTmr2vkI/AAAAAAAAADk/F2M73aqkWxU/s72-c/sonho1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-774334331211191965</id><published>2007-07-18T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.018Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rp5dUc5BMlI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7w7VD2v2ME/s1600-h/image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088607234909352530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rp5dUc5BMlI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7w7VD2v2ME/s400/image4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;" É preciso que a saudade desenhe tuas linhas perfeitas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;teu perfil exato e que, apenas, levemente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;o vento das horas ponha um frêmito em teus cabelos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;É preciso que a tua ausência trescale sutilmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;no ar, a trevo machucado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;as folhas de alecrim desde há muito guardadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;não se sabe por quem nalgum móvel antigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas é preciso, também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;que seja como abrir uma janela e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;respirar-te azul e luminosa, no ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;É preciso a saudade para eu sentir como sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;em mim&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;a presença misteriosa da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas quando surges és tão outra e múltipla e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;imprevista que nunca pareces com o teu retrato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;E eu tenho de fechar meus olhos para ver-te. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Mario Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-774334331211191965?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/774334331211191965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=774334331211191965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/774334331211191965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/774334331211191965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/07/preciso-que-saudade-desenhe-tuas-linhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rp5dUc5BMlI/AAAAAAAAADU/_7w7VD2v2ME/s72-c/image4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-1731049829610735255</id><published>2007-06-12T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.166Z</updated><title type='text'>CAMINHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rm7ifduLijI/AAAAAAAAADM/QikOIpc-ItM/s1600-h/562153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075242860275272242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rm7ifduLijI/AAAAAAAAADM/QikOIpc-ItM/s400/562153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitos são os caminhos, trilhas em nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitos são os obstáculos, desafios encontrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Ao longo do percurso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitas são as gratificações encontradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Á beira da estrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;O sorriso de uma criança que na pureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;De sua infância nos estimula a caminhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Uma flor encontrada, que com seu brilho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cor nos renova e reaviva tirando o cansaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Uma palavra amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Um gesto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Atitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Por mais simples que seja...Emociona-nos a ponto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;De nos fazer observar o caminho seguido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Analisar nossa estrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitos reclamam da estrada, das pedras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Dos pedregulhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Devemos lembrar que o caminho nunca é o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Que as emoções são diferentes dos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Que as encontram..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Que o brilho é parte da sua fascinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;E que a forma de desvencilhar-se dos obstáculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Só depende de nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Cada pessoa que cruza nosso caminho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Não sai ilesa, leva um pouco de nós em sua bagagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Assim como deixa em nós um pouco de sua poeira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas não pense que este impacto de caminhos é mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Na verdade, são experiências trocadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Amizade compartilhada e nunca mais o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Será o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;by Rosimeire Ap. de Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-1731049829610735255?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1731049829610735255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=1731049829610735255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1731049829610735255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/1731049829610735255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/06/caminhos.html' title='CAMINHOS'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rm7ifduLijI/AAAAAAAAADM/QikOIpc-ItM/s72-c/562153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6034402474683485521</id><published>2007-05-22T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.337Z</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM3-s9WBHI/AAAAAAAAACs/GqEYuwudP68/s1600-h/maos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067455556081812594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM3-s9WBHI/AAAAAAAAACs/GqEYuwudP68/s400/maos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um filho pergunta à mãe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Mãe, posso ir ao hospital ver meu amigo? Ele está doente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Claro! Mas o que ele tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O filho, com a cabeça baixa, diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Tumor no cérebro. A mãe, furiosa, diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- E você quer ir lá para quê? Vê-lo morrer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O filho lhe dá as costas e vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Horas depois ele volta vermelho de tanto chorar, dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Ai mãe, foi tão horrível, ele morreu na minha frente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;A mãe, com raiva:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- E agora?! Tá feliz?! Valeu a pena ter visto aquela cena?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Uma última lágrima cai de seus olhos e acompanhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;de um sorriso, ele diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- Muito, pois cheguei a tempo de vê-lo sorrir e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;- "EU TINHA CERTEZA QUE VOCÊ VINHA!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;**Moral da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;A amizade não se resume só em horas boas, alegria e festa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Desconhecido&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/21699956-6034402474683485521?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6034402474683485521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6034402474683485521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6034402474683485521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6034402474683485521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/05/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM3-s9WBHI/AAAAAAAAACs/GqEYuwudP68/s72-c/maos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-390512180756340703</id><published>2007-05-22T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.478Z</updated><title type='text'>BONS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM0C89WBGI/AAAAAAAAACk/rvCR8tlRPhA/s1600-h/depois+da+mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067451231049745506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM0C89WBGI/AAAAAAAAACk/rvCR8tlRPhA/s400/depois+da+mascara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Abençoados os que possuem amigos, os que os têm sem pedir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque amigo não se pede, não se compra, nem se vende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amigo a gente sente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Benditos os que sofrem por amigos, os que falam com o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque amigo não se cala, não questiona, nem se rende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amigo a gente entende!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Benditos os que guardam amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;os que entregam o ombro pra chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque amigo sofre e chora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amigo não tem hora pra consolar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Benditos sejam os amigos que acreditam na tua verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ou te apontam a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque amigo é a direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Amigo é a base quando falta o chão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Benditos sejam todos os amigos de raízes, verdadeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque amigos são herdeiros da real sagacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Ter amigos é a melhor cumplicidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Há pessoas que choram por saber que as rosas têm espinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Há outras que sorriem por saber que os espinhos têm rosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Machado de Assis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-390512180756340703?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RlM0C89WBGI/AAAAAAAAACk/rvCR8tlRPhA/s72-c/depois+da+mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8736892909628291902</id><published>2007-05-08T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RkBE9xxWphI/AAAAAAAAACc/CiwSLSLr4I4/s1600-h/inocencia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062121809287489042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RkBE9xxWphI/AAAAAAAAACc/CiwSLSLr4I4/s400/inocencia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8736892909628291902?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8736892909628291902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=8736892909628291902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8736892909628291902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/8736892909628291902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/05/inocncia.html' title='Inocência'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RkBE9xxWphI/AAAAAAAAACc/CiwSLSLr4I4/s72-c/inocencia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-8514310807533744953</id><published>2007-05-04T17:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.734Z</updated><title type='text'>Você sabia que</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RjtezxxWpgI/AAAAAAAAACU/1R2gJm_J8WE/s1600-h/tom_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060742849907566082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RjtezxxWpgI/AAAAAAAAACU/1R2gJm_J8WE/s400/tom_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- É impossível lamberes o teu cotovelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Um crocodilo não deita a língua de fora;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Os camarões têm o coração alojado na cabeça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Um estudo, que abrangeu cerca 200 mil avestruzes durante mais de 80 anos, não registou um único caso em que uma avestruz fosse vista a enfiar a cabeça na areia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Os porcos não são fisicamente capazes de olhar para o céu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mais de 50% das pessoas, no mundo inteiro, nunca fizeram nem receberam chamadas telefónicas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Os ratos e os cavalos não conseguem vomitar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Se espirrares com muita força podes partir uma costela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Se tentares impedir que um espirro seja expelido podes morrer ao causares a ruptura duma veia no cérebro ou na nuca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Se mantiveres, à força, os olhos abertos durante um espirro é possível que eles saiam das órbitas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Os ratos multiplicam-se tão rapidamente que, em 18 meses, um casal de ratos pode ter para cima de um milhão de descendentes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O isqueiro foi inventado antes do fósforo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 35% das pessoas que utilizam os anúncios em jornais à procura de companhia são já casadas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 23% das avarias em fotocopiadoras, a nível mundial, são causadas por pessoas que se sentam no aparelho para fotocopiarem o traseiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ao longo duma vida, em média, cada pessoa engole durante o sono cerca de 70 insectos e 10 aranhas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O pó de arroz inclui quase sempre escamas de peixe na sua composição;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tal como as impressões digitais, a superfície da língua é diferente de pessoa para pessoa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 75% das pessoas que lêem este texto tentam lamber o cotovelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Publicado em Humor por BJr em 24/08/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-8514310807533744953?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RjtezxxWpgI/AAAAAAAAACU/1R2gJm_J8WE/s72-c/tom_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-6003714115131001902</id><published>2007-04-13T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:22.845Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprender</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rh9BSEbBFDI/AAAAAAAAACM/9YNgtZa2sYk/s1600-h/atanazada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052829085613495346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rh9BSEbBFDI/AAAAAAAAACM/9YNgtZa2sYk/s400/atanazada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;a subtil diferença entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e presentes não são promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;porque o terreno amanhã é incerto demais para os planos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e apenas segundos para destrui-la,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas quem você tem na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;compreendemos que os amigos mudam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Descobre que devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas com o melhor que pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e que o tempo é curto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas onde está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;qualquer lugar serve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus actos ou eles o controlarão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e que serflexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;pois não importa quão delicadae frágil seja uma situação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sempre existem dois lados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;o que era necessário fazer,enfrentando as consequências.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;que se teve, e o que você aprendeu com elas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;poucas coisas são tão humilhantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;não significa que esse alguém não sabe amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;contudo, o ama como pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar ou viver isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valore que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;o bem que poderíamos conquistar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Willian Shakespeare&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/21699956-6003714115131001902?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6003714115131001902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=6003714115131001902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6003714115131001902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/6003714115131001902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/04/aprender.html' title='Aprender'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rh9BSEbBFDI/AAAAAAAAACM/9YNgtZa2sYk/s72-c/atanazada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3262790903312514805</id><published>2007-04-13T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.000Z</updated><title type='text'>SORRISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rh8-ykbBFCI/AAAAAAAAACE/jLwF-lZ7NFQ/s1600-h/3349055-md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052826345424360482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rh8-ykbBFCI/AAAAAAAAACE/jLwF-lZ7NFQ/s400/3349055-md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um sorriso não custa nada e cria muito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dura um só momento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas sua lembrança perdura por toda uma vida...&lt;br /&gt;Não se pode comprá-lo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pedi-lo emprestado ou roubá-lo...&lt;br /&gt;E não tem utilidade enquanto não é dado!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se no teu caminho encontrares alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cansado demais para dar um sorriso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixa-lhe o teu, com optimismo...&lt;br /&gt;Pois ninguém precisa tanto de um sorriso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quanto aquele que não tem mais sorrisos para oferecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E já agora? Vamos sorrir um pouco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Autor: desconhecido&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/21699956-3262790903312514805?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3262790903312514805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3262790903312514805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4011336993051209938</id><published>2007-04-09T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.128Z</updated><title type='text'>Existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RhoUrsGxeoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y8FHG7H6_7s/s1600-h/magritte_the+lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051372672855931522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RhoUrsGxeoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y8FHG7H6_7s/s400/magritte_the%2Blovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Durante uma conferência com vários universitários,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;um professor da Universidade de Berlim...…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;desafiou seus alunos com esta pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Deus criou tudo o que existe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Um aluno respondeu valentemente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, Ele criou…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deus criou tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Perguntou novamente o professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim senhor, respondeu o jovem.&lt;br /&gt;O professor respondeu, “Se Deus criou tudo, então Deus fez o mal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois o mal existe, e partindo do preceito de que nossas obras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;são um reflexo de nós mesmos, então Deus é mau?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O jovem ficou calado diante de tal resposta e o professor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feliz, se regozijava de ter provado mais uma vez que a fé era um mito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro estudante levantou a mão e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Posso fazer uma pergunta, professor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Lógico, foi a resposta do professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O jovem ficou de pé e perguntou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;professor, o frio existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que pergunta é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lógico que existe, ou por acaso você nunca sentiu frio?&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;" De fato, senhor, o frio não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Segundo as leis da Física, o que consideramos frio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;na realidade é a ausência de calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Todo corpo ou objeto é suscetível de estudo quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;possui ou transmite energia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o calor é o que faz com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;que este corpo tenha ou transmita energia.&lt;br /&gt;O zero absoluto é a ausência total e absoluta de calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;todos os corpos ficam inertes, incapazes de reagir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;mas o frio não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Nós criamos essa definição para descrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;como nos sentimos se não temos calor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;E, existe a escuridão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuou o estudante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O professor respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Existe.&lt;br /&gt;O estudante respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Novamente comete um erro, senhor, a escuridão também não existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A escuridão na realidade é a ausência de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;“A luz pode-se estudar,a escuridão não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Até existe o prisma de Nichols para decompor a luz branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;nas várias cores de que está composta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;com suas diferentes longitudes de ondas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;A escuridão não!&lt;br /&gt;Um simples raio de luz atravessa as trevas e ilumina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;a superfície onde termina o raio de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Como pode saber quão escuro está um espaço determinado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Com base na quantidade de luz presente nesse espaço, não é assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Escuridão é uma definição que o homem desenvolveu para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;descrever o que acontece quando não há luz presente”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finalmente, o jovem perguntou ao professor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Senhor, o mal existe?&lt;br /&gt;O professor respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Claro que sim, lógico que existe, como disse desde o começo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vemos estupros, crimes e violência no mundo todo, essas coisas são do mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E o estudante respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mal não existe, senhor, pelo menos não existe por si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mal é simplesmente a ausência do bem, é o mesmo dos casos anteriores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;o mal é uma definição que o homem criou para descrever a ausência de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Deus não criou o mal. Não é como a fé ou como o amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;que existem como existem o calor e a luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mal é o resultado da humanidade não ter Deus presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;em seus corações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;É como acontece com o frio quando não há calor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ou a escuridão quando não há luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Por volta dos anos 1900, este jovem foi aplaudido de pé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;e o professor apenas balançou a cabeça permanecendo calado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imediatamente o diretor dirigiu-se àquele jovem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e perguntou qual era seu nome?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALBERT  EINSTEIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4011336993051209938?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4011336993051209938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4011336993051209938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4011336993051209938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4011336993051209938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/04/existe.html' title='Existe'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RhoUrsGxeoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Y8FHG7H6_7s/s72-c/magritte_the%2Blovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3692813670733093492</id><published>2007-03-31T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.260Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rg4n4k5fs8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Vficiw4gBjY/s1600-h/840962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048016085259891650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rg4n4k5fs8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Vficiw4gBjY/s400/840962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"...Saudade é solidão acompanhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é quando o amor ainda não foi embora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;mas o amado já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é não ver o futuro que nos convida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Saudade é sentir que existe o que não existe mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Saudade é o inferno dos que perderam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é a dor dos que ficaram para trás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;é o gosto de morte na boca dos que continuam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Só uma pessoa no mundo deseja sentir saudade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;"aquela que nunca amou."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;E esse é o maior dos sofrimentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;não ter por quem sentir saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;passar pela vida e não viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O maior dos sofrimentos é nunca ter sofrido..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Pablo Neruda &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/21699956-3692813670733093492?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3692813670733093492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3692813670733093492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3692813670733093492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3692813670733093492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/03/saudades-3.html' title='Saudades 3'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rg4n4k5fs8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/Vficiw4gBjY/s72-c/840962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-7915693695342899627</id><published>2007-03-21T16:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.399Z</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RgFfw_46ekI/AAAAAAAAABo/KoDJC8KMEoE/s1600-h/772855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044418353020172866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RgFfw_46ekI/AAAAAAAAABo/KoDJC8KMEoE/s400/772855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A pessoa que sou é única,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;limitada a um nascer e a um morrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;presente a si mesma e que só à sua face é verdadeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;é autêntica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;decide em verdade a autenticidade de tudo quanto realizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Assim a sua solidão, que persiste sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;talvez como pano de fundo em toda a comunicação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;em toda a comunhão, não é 'isolamento'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Porque o isolamento implica um corte com os outros;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a solidão implica apenas que toda a voz que a exprima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;não é puramente uma voz da rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;mas uma voz que ressoa no silêncio final,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;uma voz que fala do mais fundo de si,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;que está certa entre os homens como em face do homem só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;O isolamento corta com os homens:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;a solidão não corta com o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A voz da solidão difere da voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fácil da fraternidade fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;em ser mais profunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e em estar prevenida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Vergílio Ferreira, in 'Espaço do Invisivel I'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/21699956-7915693695342899627?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/7915693695342899627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=7915693695342899627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7915693695342899627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/7915693695342899627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/03/silncio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/RgFfw_46ekI/AAAAAAAAABo/KoDJC8KMEoE/s72-c/772855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-3085296079066446906</id><published>2007-03-06T09:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.554Z</updated><title type='text'>Pedaços de Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Re03kBtQFbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k6OsqEe4MYA/s1600-h/807330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038744650170504626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Re03kBtQFbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k6OsqEe4MYA/s400/807330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;E eu digo que é o tempo que ganhamos com cada amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;que faz cada amigo tão importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Amizades são feitas de pedacinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Pedacinhos de tempo que vivemos com cada pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Não importa a quantidade de tempo que passamos com cada amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;mas a qualidade do tempo que vivemos com cada pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Cinco minutos podem ter uma importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;muito maior do que um dia inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Assim, há amizades que são feitas de risos e dores compartilhados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;outras de escola; outras de saídas, cinemas, diversões;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;há ainda aquelas que nascem a gente nem sabe de quê,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;mas que estão presentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Talvez essas sejam feitas de silêncios compreendidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;ou de simpatia mútua sem explicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Hoje em dia, muitas amizades são feitas só de e-mails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e essas não são menos importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;São as famosas "amizades virtuais".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Diferentes até, mas não menos importantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Aprendemos a amar as pessoas sem que possamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;julgá-las pela sua aparência ou modo de ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;sem que possamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;(e fazemos isso inconscientemente às vezes) etiquetá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Há amizades profundas que são criadas assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saint-Exupéry disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Foi os tempos que perdestes com tua rosa que fez tua rosa tão importante".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;E eu digo que é o tempo que ganhamos com cada amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;que faz cada amigo tão importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque tempo gasto com amigos é tempo ganho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;aproveitado, vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;São lembranças para cinco minuto depois ou anos até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Um amigo se torna importante para nós, e nós para ele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;quando somos capazes, mesmo na sua ausência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;de rir ou chorar, de sentir saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e nesse instante trazer o outro bem pertinho da gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Dessa forma, podemos ter vários amigos de diferentes maneiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;O importante é saber aproveitar o máximo cada minuto vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;e ter depois no baú das recordações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;horas para passar com os amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;mesmo quando estes estiverem longe dos nossos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;VOCÊ É RESPONSÁVEL POR TUDO AQUILO QUE CATIVA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mundodasmensagens.net/mensagens/amizade/pedacosdeamizade.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.mundodasmensagens.net/mensagens/amizade/pedacosdeamizade.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-3085296079066446906?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3085296079066446906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=3085296079066446906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3085296079066446906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/3085296079066446906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/03/pedaos-de-amizade.html' title='Pedaços de Amizade'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Re03kBtQFbI/AAAAAAAAABg/k6OsqEe4MYA/s72-c/807330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4190353369002725469</id><published>2007-02-22T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.656Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3In4kFajI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lQDWhp_ac5E/s1600-h/836878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034400545994271282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3In4kFajI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lQDWhp_ac5E/s400/836878.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"É necessário abrir os olhos e perceber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que as coisas boas estão dentro de nós,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde os sentimentos não precisam&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de motivos nem os desejos de razão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante é aproveitar o momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aprender sua duração,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois a vida está nos olhos de quem sabe ver."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4190353369002725469?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4190353369002725469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4190353369002725469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4190353369002725469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4190353369002725469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/02/momentos-1.html' title='Momentos 1'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3In4kFajI/AAAAAAAAABQ/lQDWhp_ac5E/s72-c/836878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21699956.post-4919911360202857746</id><published>2007-02-22T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:31:23.739Z</updated><title type='text'>Estilhaços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3DnYkFahI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sevQnd5MHFc/s1600-h/823212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034395039846197778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3DnYkFahI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sevQnd5MHFc/s320/823212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;"Há quatro coisas que não voltam para trás:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;a pedra atirada ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;palavra dita ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;a ocasião perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;o tempo passado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21699956-4919911360202857746?l=lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4919911360202857746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21699956&amp;postID=4919911360202857746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4919911360202857746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21699956/posts/default/4919911360202857746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lagrimassilenciosas.blogspot.com/2007/02/estilhaos.html' title='Estilhaços'/><author><name>Xabonas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04062670835821743706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/SafzDreyhtI/AAAAAAAAAVE/IbbSESFpOMU/S220/Carlos.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jUDXlYVhxQI/Rd3DnYkFahI/AAAAAAAAAA8/sevQnd5MHFc/s72-c/823212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
