<?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-6424488861818010716</id><updated>2011-09-02T05:40:35.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fragmentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-648127523274910651</id><published>2010-12-05T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T10:37:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/TPvZRJQ_JYI/AAAAAAAAATI/Mifx6CQFW9U/s1600/PICT1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/TPvZRJQ_JYI/AAAAAAAAATI/Mifx6CQFW9U/s320/PICT1964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547266254605067650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pensamentos reclusos pela claridade que invade toda a intimidade dos sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sentidos aturdidos, confusos. Movimentação causada pelo silêncio que não permite o grito de liberdade do que está contido em sentimentos enclausurados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Visão turva do que não é perceptível diante dos olhos abertos que não conseguem visualizar, imagem incompleta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Corpo inerte, preso, rijo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Busca pela liberdade, pelo movimento, pela expressão, pelo bater compassado do coração, pelas mãos libertas, o sorriso livre, o pensamento leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adriana Pimentel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Ausência'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/TPvZRJQ_JYI/AAAAAAAAATI/Mifx6CQFW9U/s72-c/PICT1964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5579252991850135568</id><published>2010-12-05T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T09:58:30.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/TPvKcC0mkJI/AAAAAAAAATA/Irv6EBhmsc8/s320/PICT1741.JPG" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547249949179547794" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"O poeta é um fingidor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Finge tão completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Que chega a fingir que é dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A dor que deveras sente."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;p class="fr" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 40px; display: block; background-image: url(http://pnsdr.com/img/comllas.gif); background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 1em/normal Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Eu não escrevo em português. Escrevo eu mesmo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/" class="autor" style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sentir é criar. Sentir é pensar sem ideias, e por isso sentir é compreender, visto que o universo não tem ideias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/" class="autor" style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/" class="autor" style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Fernando_Pessoa/" class="autor" style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-left: 5px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6424488861818010716-5579252991850135568?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5579252991850135568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5579252991850135568' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5579252991850135568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5579252991850135568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-poeta-e-um-fingidor.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/TPvKcC0mkJI/AAAAAAAAATA/Irv6EBhmsc8/s72-c/PICT1741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-1439748500554798590</id><published>2009-04-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:05:29.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedagogia do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/Sd1z7Hn14XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zSRXUajrrlc/s1600-h/Escola+Novo+Renascer+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/Sd1z7Hn14XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zSRXUajrrlc/s320/Escola+Novo+Renascer+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322537794117427570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pedagogia do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Acredito que em todo e qualquer processo de ensino aprendizagem o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;mesmo seria se pudessemos utilizar a didática do amor, fazendo com que a afetividade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;pelo que ensinamos e por quem aprende através de nós, seja o sentimento gerador de tal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;tarefa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Se todos soubessem o que o amor essa paravrinha tão simples é capaz de operar milagres, não se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;qualificaria não só com técnicas novas de ensino, mas também aprimorando a sua capacidade de amar. Quem está sendo educado assimila melhor qualquer informação quando se sente amado, compreendido e respeitado. Por outra lado quem ensina também aprende e será constantemente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;estimulado nesta experiência, se percebe no encantamento do aluno a mesma correspondência afetiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Adriana 2002&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/6424488861818010716-1439748500554798590?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1439748500554798590/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=1439748500554798590' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1439748500554798590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1439748500554798590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2009/04/pedagogia-do-amor.html' title='Pedagogia do amor'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/Sd1z7Hn14XI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zSRXUajrrlc/s72-c/Escola+Novo+Renascer+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-3874961215692207204</id><published>2009-03-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:13:49.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que é viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é amar intensamente, mesmo sem saber a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é sentir de longe o outro, mesmo sem tocá-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é sentir irradiar uma alegria que até então não sabíamos que ela estava  em cada um de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é sonhar a cada dia sem se importar com o que te incomoda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é ter a certeza de que somos amados...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver é saber que lá do outro lado tem alguém que te ama do jeito que você é.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Viver é poder amar é poder é poder expressar é sentir o outro, mesmo que distante, é pensar a mesma coisa ao mesmo instante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È saber que apesar das auguras da vida, nós temos o direito de ser amados e felizes, pois um dia mesmo quando não já não acreditamos mais que algo maravilhoso possa nos acontecer, levamos um susto, pois ela acontece...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Você, meu amor é esse algo de maravilhoso pelo qual eu pensei que já não mais pudesse acontecer, mas você veio, você está aqui e eu amo você!!!&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/6424488861818010716-3874961215692207204?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3874961215692207204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=3874961215692207204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3874961215692207204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3874961215692207204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-e-viver.html' title='O que é viver...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-801582506093203475</id><published>2008-09-17T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T08:12:24.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À você meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que trouxe-me a verdadeira razão para amar novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar de uma maneira diferente!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar os defeitos. Aprendemos juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar as palavras. Proferidas com carinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar os mimos. Que deixam-nos mal acostumados!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar a birra. Pra fazer um denguinho depois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar a saudade. Pois depois da saudade, sempre vem o encontro!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar as músicas. Que canta tudo que queremos dizer!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar as coincidências. Ou será que não são coincidências?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar o tempo. Pra que ele passe rápido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar a dor. Pois muito tempo sentados na frente do computador, causa dor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar mais ainda a música. Pois foi o que nos aproximou!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar o travesseirinho. Na sua ausência, ele me faz companhia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar acordar, às 5:00 da manhã. Mais tempo pra pensar em você, meu amor!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar mais ainda, leite quente com canela. Agora que sei que você gosta também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar, amar, amar... Esse sempre foi o meu propósito!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora não basta amar, tem que ter você, amor, para explodir de tanto amor... E ser amada, amada, amada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana 17.09.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-801582506093203475?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/801582506093203475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=801582506093203475' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/801582506093203475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/801582506093203475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/09/voc-meu-amor.html' title='À você meu amor...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-3975173768589935096</id><published>2008-08-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:01:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aleac.ac.gov.br/aleac/edvaldomagalhaes/images/stories/caminhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.aleac.ac.gov.br/aleac/edvaldomagalhaes/images/stories/caminhos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Deus nos dá sempre a chance de escolher nossos caminhos e as pessoas que queremos que sigam conosco, cabe a cada um de nós estar atento para perceber isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Adriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/6424488861818010716-3975173768589935096?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3975173768589935096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=3975173768589935096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3975173768589935096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3975173768589935096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/08/deus-nos-d-sempre-chance-de-escolher.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-6580245222462115296</id><published>2008-08-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:13:41.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geekchic.com.br/geekchic/antibadluckmirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://geekchic.com.br/geekchic/antibadluckmirror.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;empre chega o momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;empre chega o momento em que nos deparamos com a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento que acordamos para a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento em que percebemos quão inútil nos tornamos quando cultivamos futilidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento em que precisamos perder algo importante para darmos valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre o momento em que levamos um tombo, e só então percebemos que já é hora de amadurecer, que a vida é mãe, muito exigente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento em que somos capazes de perceber as pessoas que nos cercam, e saber em quem realmente podemos confiar, algumas vezes é quem menos esperavámos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento em que olhamos para trás e damos gargalhadas daquela situação de lágrimas que deixamos lá no passado, isso pode ser um sinal de que estamos caminhando para a maturidade e não mais lamentamos os problemas que temos ou que tivemos, mas sim buscamos soluções, e uma delas é manter o bom- humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento em que os sonhos da infância deixam de ser sonhos e passam a ser uma realidade vivida e muitas vezes nem nos lembramos daquele sonho, talvez porque não eram sonhos, mas um desejo inconsciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sempre chega o momento de nos olharmos no espelho e percebermos que aquela imagem de antes já não é a mesma, neste momento certamente nos descobrimos como realmente somos, pois os olhos já não enxergam mais somente a superfície, mas sim toda a amplitude que há por trás da nossa imagem refletida através dos olhos da alma, então tomamos ciência de tudo que somos, pois sempre esteve contido no que levaremos conosco por toda a vida, o nosso caráter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Adriana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-6580245222462115296?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6580245222462115296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=6580245222462115296' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/6580245222462115296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/6580245222462115296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-empre-chega-o-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-8364646244034691935</id><published>2008-08-03T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:09:49.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tudolink.com/wp-content/2007/03/buscando_felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tudolink.com/wp-content/2007/03/buscando_felicidade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tudolink.com/wp-content/2007/03/buscando_felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Alinhar ao centro" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Busca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que sermos desagradáveis, ser podemos ser gentis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que sermos ríspidos, se poderíamos ser amáveis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que tratar as pessoas com indiferença, se gostamos de atenção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que calarmos diante de uma injustiça, quando buscamos pela nossa própria justiça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que sermos egoístas, quando o mundo precisa de igualdade?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não sabemos ouvir? Só queremos ser ouvidos e nos frustamos se não nos dão atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que não elogiar uma criança, quando um elogio eleva a  auto-estima de um adulto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que não respeitamos a maneira que cada um tem para ser feliz, quando todos buscam pela mesma felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que não sabemos ceder a vez ao outro, e ainda lutamos pela paz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que não abrimos os olhos para quem estar ao nosso redor e para o que temos? Fazer caridade é antes de tudo valorizar o que e quem temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que somos tão incompreensíveis, e ainda nos julgamos maduros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que prender quem amamos com nosso suposto amor? O amor precisa ser livre para ser seguro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que perdemos tanto tempo com ideais grandiosos, com a busca constante daquilo que conceituamos felicidade plena, amor perfeito, vida tranqüila, lugar sossegado, pessoas justas e corretas, um mundo sem violência, sermos amados e respeitados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto sonhamos, buscando por tudo isso, estamos somente fugindo do que está mais próximo do que poderíamos imaginar, tão próximo que nem notamos. Estamos tão ocupados com coisas banais, com buscas inúteis e infindáveis que nem percebemos que antes de sair procurando por qualquer outro lugar, poderíamos começar essa busca dentro de cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Adriana&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/6424488861818010716-8364646244034691935?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/8364646244034691935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=8364646244034691935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8364646244034691935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8364646244034691935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/08/busca.html' title='Busca'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-3917988616503223133</id><published>2008-07-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:27:26.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cronistaurbano3.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/mini-saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saudade vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cai a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trazendo consigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do coração vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O vento frio que há &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No coração vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Solitário, a brisa que toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A pele áspera pela falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do toque das mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Boca seca sem palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pela ausência do teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pelo silêncio que provoca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Inércia ao corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Que torna-se rijo pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Transparência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Da alma saudosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saudade que chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saudade estranha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vazia, pois nunca o tive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Junto à mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por isso saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por querer dar-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todo amor que guardo pra ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-3917988616503223133?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3917988616503223133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=3917988616503223133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3917988616503223133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3917988616503223133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/07/saudade-vazia-cai-noite-trazendo.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5118065253074030557</id><published>2008-07-17T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:02:24.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://br.geocities.com/recantoraiodeluar14/pierrot_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://br.geocities.com/recantoraiodeluar14/pierrot_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Desventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pensamento longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Distante de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Junto de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Devaneio solitário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pensamento meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lembranças suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Saudades suas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Desejo de estar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porque a distância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Desejo-te junto a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Entusiasmo contido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Como desejo sumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Levando a tua lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pois não percebe-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vivo a sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na desventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;De te querer e não te ter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-5118065253074030557?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5118065253074030557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5118065253074030557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5118065253074030557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5118065253074030557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/07/desventura-pensamento-longe-distante-de.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-8007843906828137507</id><published>2008-06-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T18:48:56.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O que faz o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Pessoas que nunca sentiram o que é ser amada, inteira e verdadeiramente, no sentido real da palavra amor, geralmente seguem por dois caminhos: Entregar-se à dor de não ter sido amada, -o que para muitas é mais fácil tornar-se vítima de si mesmas; ou seguem o caminho a encontrar dentro de si e em tudo de maravilhoso que a vida oferece, todo amor que precisa. Amando as pessoas que estão próximas, sendo solícita, amável, companheira, doce com as palavras, sensível ao perceber nas entrelinhas de cada um quem são na sua essência, visando o que cada um tem de melhor, já que a linha que a separa dos defeitos é tênue, aos olhos dessas pessoas, é quase imperceptível.&lt;br /&gt;          Infelizmente, amar hoje, para muitas pessoas tornou-se algo mecânico. Fracamente a palavra AMOR é pronunciada, não mais com a mesma força que ela representa. Poucas são as pessoas que conseguem definir o significado dessa palavra, não só definir, mas senti-lá. Amor denota sentimento profundo de afeição, de carinho, de entrega, de troca mútua do que há de melhor entre seres que se compreendem só pelo olhar, pelo toque, pela voz, por amarem...&lt;br /&gt;           Nos dias atuais as pessoas têm medo de amar e poucas são aquelas que se permitem ser amadas, o medo muitas vezes é mais forte que o amor, essa é uma realidade. As pessoas têm medo de entregar-se a esse sentimento tão nobre que foi banalizado por uma minoria, mas que acabou atingindo a muitos que só desejam ser amados, pois muito tem a presentear. Quem encontra um amor inteiramente verdadeiro é um agraciado pela vida, que tanto amamos, mas que em alguns momentos nos maltrata, talvez como forma de nos mostrar quão importante somos para ela e algumas vezes deixamos passar despercebidos todos e tudo de bom que ela nos oferece.       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-8007843906828137507?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/8007843906828137507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=8007843906828137507' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8007843906828137507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8007843906828137507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-que-faz-o-amor-pessoas-que-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5749945696716888044</id><published>2008-06-03T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:11:44.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saudade  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renascer tu me fizestes&lt;br /&gt;Ressuscitou-me a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Agora me envolve a contentamento...&lt;br /&gt;A todo instante, saudosa tu me deixaste.&lt;br /&gt;A tudo que eu ali sentia, tão rápido, que a vista nem percebia,&lt;br /&gt;Os ouvidos não ouviam, só o coração sentia.&lt;br /&gt;Contentamento descontente pela saudade que me tomara o ser&lt;br /&gt;Sensação docemente contida ao que convém a esperança de um dia&lt;br /&gt; Poder encontrar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és leve como o orvalho de voz suave ao teu regalo&lt;br /&gt;Deixara-me o coração marchetado de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Ah, como eu gostaria de suscitar ao teu coração a essência do que há no meu.&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma agora se revolve a um sopro de enganos, pois é só o que me resta, de um pensamento aturdido à tua lembrança e espera...&lt;br /&gt;A toda instante saudosa tu me deixaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Adriana  27.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-5749945696716888044?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5749945696716888044/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5749945696716888044' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5749945696716888044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5749945696716888044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/06/saudade-renascer-tu-me-fizestes.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5270113742675429246</id><published>2008-06-03T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:10:16.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois, se me encontrastes,&lt;br /&gt;Por que não me tomastes?&lt;br /&gt;Por que não mais me procurastes?&lt;br /&gt;O meu indulto a ti consagro&lt;br /&gt;O meu regalo tu já tens&lt;br /&gt;O teu por mim é bruma, eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes esse amor esvair-se.&lt;br /&gt;Acorda-te!&lt;br /&gt;Percebe-me!&lt;br /&gt;Toma-me pra ti.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe ir...&lt;br /&gt;                                               Adriana  27.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-5270113742675429246?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5270113742675429246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5270113742675429246' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5270113742675429246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5270113742675429246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/06/olha.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5656044973199315789</id><published>2008-06-03T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:21:31.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho espera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justificativas infindáveis&lt;br /&gt;Medo de amar&lt;br /&gt;Resistência à entrega&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento sensivelmente exaurido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida submersa na espera&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fechados, marejados...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nos cega&lt;br /&gt;Vida sem entrega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombra descontente, apartada.&lt;br /&gt;Sopro de vento vil&lt;br /&gt;Num quarto na penumbra&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhã é noite&lt;br /&gt;Noite é dia&lt;br /&gt;Sol é chuva&lt;br /&gt;Luz é sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música sem som&lt;br /&gt;Vozes sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Poesia sem versos&lt;br /&gt;Grito disperso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corpo inerte ausente&lt;br /&gt;Alegria contida&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso disfarçado&lt;br /&gt;Coração mergulhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho acordado&lt;br /&gt;Amor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Sonho esperado&lt;br /&gt;Amor adormecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Adriana 02.06.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-5656044973199315789?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5656044973199315789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5656044973199315789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5656044973199315789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5656044973199315789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/06/sonho-espera.html' title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-7021648196429663898</id><published>2008-06-03T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:53:44.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Só ele é capaz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inexplicável, incompreensível à razão, difícil de justificar, inominável, quando surge é incontrolável.&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem avisar, toma conta da nossa vida sem mesmo saber se tem espaço, mas sempre encontra o espaço devido, pois, inconscientemente estava sendo aguardado.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil entender, ás vezes até aceitar. Como pode ser tão intenso, está contido na mente, na alma, no corpo. Como se transformara em sensação tão decidida, tão forte e tão solitária num mesmo instante? Como deixara tamanha sensação de inércia na relutância a esse sentimento que não quer deixar-me?&lt;br /&gt;Um sentimento vasto e imprevisível, às vezes assustador, pois instala-se de forma exasperada, emergi de dentro do vazio, penetra no peito a  lampejos de súbita ânsia com todo seu entusiasmo, disperso a toda razão que possa haver.&lt;br /&gt;Como pode algo inefável deixar uma mente absorta em seus próprios devaneios solitários, de maneira perspicaz diante de uma situação inerente à vida, mas que quando surgi na própria vida, muitas vezes nos deixa entorpecidos por ele próprio, o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adriana     02.06.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-532818074588974869</id><published>2008-06-01T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:18:39.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um desconhecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és imagem criada numa doce ilusão, és bruma que invade a noite fria e serena.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és luz que esboça um sorriso amplo e luminoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és utopia suscitando silêncio ao coração e a alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és encantamento na tua essência, sábio e sensível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és alma apartada que aturdia os pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és sublime como o céu, límpido e único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és sonho espesso de esquecimento e expectativas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és um sopro de ar cálido que sussurra à brisa leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és uma alma vívida e inundada de afetos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és presença constante ao coração saudoso e ausente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és como um rio intermitente a desaguar num oceano repleto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;de sonhos e ilusões de outrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tu és como uma música suave que murmura desejos aos ouvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Em suma, tu és oceano além do horizonte que não se consegue alcançar, mas contemplar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;através dos teus mistérios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Adriana 29.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-532818074588974869?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/532818074588974869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=532818074588974869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/532818074588974869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/532818074588974869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-desconhecido.html' title='Um desconhecido'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-4249994593155979837</id><published>2008-06-01T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:41:39.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tal liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.inap.com.br/sitercaio/fotos/liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.inap.com.br/sitercaio/fotos/liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://www.inap.com.br/sitercaio/fotos/liberdade.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.inap.com.br/sitercaio/photoshop.htm&amp;amp;h=529&amp;amp;w=800&amp;amp;sz=243&amp;amp;hl=pt-BR&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;sig2=w_4h7FdSETbz-rXa_6f2CQ&amp;amp;tbnid=z52w_hD2JwxJmM:&amp;amp;tbnh=95&amp;amp;tbnw=143&amp;amp;ei=TkpDSJ-bG5XWes_M0LoE&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DLIBERDADE%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ser livre é como atirar-se a um céu límpido de ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É como adquirir asas e poder alçar longos vôos rumo aos sonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É poder sonhar nossos sonhos, sorrir nossos sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Abraçar alguém, correr pelos céus da imaginação e criar nossa própria vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É poder ser quem somos, o que queremos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É alcançar os nossos objetivos.&lt;br /&gt;É lutar pelos nossos direitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É respeitar os direitos alheios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É poder amar e ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É cultivar uma boa amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Compreender e fazer-se compreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ser livre é poder ser quem somos na essência de cada um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É não cobrar o amor de outrem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É ser amável com todos que te querem bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É ter sensibilidade em lidar com os sentimentos alheios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É fazer alguém feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;É ser feliz com o que tem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ser livre, é abraçar a vida com os braços da emoção, com sentimento de criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;com a fé de quem sofre, com a esperança de quem espera, com toda felicidade e amor pela vida e assim poder encontrar-se com a verdadeira liberdade, aquela que liberta o coração de suas amarras e permite que vivamos plenamente em harmonia com a tal liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Adriana 28.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-4249994593155979837?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-7062956429484167961</id><published>2008-06-01T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:42:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nunoferreira.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/jardim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nunoferreira.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/jardim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olha pra ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olha o sol que nasce em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Percebe a festa que nasce em teu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A música que inunda os teus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olha quanta coisa linda tem a rodear-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Um pássaro com seu canto de saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;No teu jardim, uma rosa a brotar em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;cada sorriso teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Em cada olhar, um mar de emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O orvalho que surgi ao teu caminhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olha pra ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pra tua brandura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Pra tua doçura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tu é vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È idade tenra a contemplar a juventude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È serenidade pretendida aos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È esperança a cada raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È contentamento a cada amigo conquistado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;È como fênix que renasceu na própria vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora reluz tua luz, sorri teu riso, canta teu canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;e encanta a todos que ao teu lado querem estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Olha pra ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Adriana 27.05.08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-7062956429484167961?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-7745906951399207345</id><published>2008-05-28T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:57:07.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu sou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou presença constante em vidas ausentes&lt;br /&gt;Sou sol, sou lua, sou vida, sou brisa...&lt;br /&gt;Sou alegria, sou música.&lt;br /&gt;Passos apressados! Coração agitado!&lt;br /&gt;Sou esperança ao amanhecer,&lt;br /&gt;certeza ao final do dia.&lt;br /&gt;Sou força, sou fé&lt;br /&gt;Sou perdão, entendimento&lt;br /&gt;Compreensão&lt;br /&gt;Paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um grão de areia em meio a duna.&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma gota de chuva num temporal&lt;br /&gt;Sou pedra, sou poesia, sou sonho&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes fantasia, sou bruma.&lt;br /&gt;Sou pássaro voando em liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sou mansa, sou onda num mar sereno&lt;br /&gt;Sou falha, sou erros, sou como todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Suscetível a enganos.&lt;br /&gt;Sou doação&lt;br /&gt;Sou carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sou amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou amizade&lt;br /&gt;Sou um coração inundado de sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Sou a razão do meu próprio entendimento&lt;br /&gt;Sou resiliente em relação a vida pois tê-la&lt;br /&gt;Já é uma amplitude de conquistas&lt;br /&gt;Sou riso flutuando num ar ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;Sou luz do sol a brilhar intermitente&lt;br /&gt;Sou vida carregada de afetos positivos&lt;br /&gt;Sou um mergulho delicioso em minha própria vida&lt;br /&gt;Sou infância vivida&lt;br /&gt;Sou adolescência guardada&lt;br /&gt;Sou desejo contido&lt;br /&gt;Sou árvore protetora que cede sua sombra a&lt;br /&gt;Sementes que brotam&lt;br /&gt;Sou mulher, sei amar, tenho parte&lt;br /&gt;Do coração vazio a espera de uma&lt;br /&gt;Presença distante – vazio, não triste!&lt;br /&gt;Sou luz da esperança aguardando um&lt;br /&gt;Milagre a cada dia renovado, e guardo em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Até que seja revelado, quem sabe em vida, ou na morte&lt;br /&gt;Pois a morte não é o fim e sim um novo começo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          Adriana  23.05.08 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-7745906951399207345?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7745906951399207345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=7745906951399207345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/7745906951399207345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/7745906951399207345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-2861620644644603600</id><published>2008-05-27T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:22:15.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 de janeiro de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyzSgZFRVI/AAAAAAAAADM/TWji2O9rX1Y/s1600-h/8790588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205232399847605586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyzSgZFRVI/AAAAAAAAADM/TWji2O9rX1Y/s320/8790588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyyrAZFRUI/AAAAAAAAADE/kZPetzUOBH0/s1600-h/87905884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205231721242772802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyyrAZFRUI/AAAAAAAAADE/kZPetzUOBH0/s320/87905884.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyxuAZFRRI/AAAAAAAAACs/4IvT5XGRnhE/s1600-h/87905885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205230673270752530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyxuAZFRRI/AAAAAAAAACs/4IvT5XGRnhE/s320/87905885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyyBwZFRSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vl09z_Ruqxg/s1600-h/87905881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205231012573168930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="138" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyyBwZFRSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Vl09z_Ruqxg/s320/87905881.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 de janeiro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia, o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Parecia inundar-me todo o ser.&lt;br /&gt;O sol brilhava ofuscante&lt;br /&gt;Irradiando alegria&lt;br /&gt;Como criança a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Então tive certeza&lt;br /&gt;Aquele era meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Horas passavam a fio&lt;br /&gt;Minutos eram contados&lt;br /&gt;Todos planejados&lt;br /&gt;Parecia um desafio.&lt;br /&gt;A tarde se aproximava&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez o sol adormecia&lt;br /&gt;Dando lugar a lua&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração se acendia.&lt;br /&gt;De repente mais próximo ficava o momento&lt;br /&gt;Não era sonho, era verdade&lt;br /&gt;Esperada por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ali diante de tudo aquilo, uma imensidão,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando cada vez mais real o que parecia uma ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Luzes ofuscantes como sol iluminando os corações&lt;br /&gt;Presenças deliberadamente reais bem à nossa frente.&lt;br /&gt;A certeza presente que os olhos viam, o coração sentia,&lt;br /&gt;a voz gritava, as lágrimas rolavam e o peito de gratidão se enchia&lt;br /&gt;Vários sonhos ali encontrados, concretizados, vivenciados.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coletividade de realizações que por um breve instante trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Sensações que por toda vida ficará guardado em todos os corações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show do Air Supply um grande e inesquecível acontecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana 19.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-2861620644644603600?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2861620644644603600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=2861620644644603600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2861620644644603600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2861620644644603600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/10-de-janeiro-de-2008.html' title='10 de janeiro de 2008'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDyzSgZFRVI/AAAAAAAAADM/TWji2O9rX1Y/s72-c/8790588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-5383297476440066074</id><published>2008-05-25T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:53:02.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ternaeanoite.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/flores-alfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://ternaeanoite.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/flores-alfr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ternaeanoite.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/flores-alfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;alavras ditas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras esquecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras carregadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pelo sussurar do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras contidas na emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras reveladoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras sem nexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Num texto complexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras soltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sinceras num contexto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ilusórias numa composição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras proferidas com fervor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ouvidas com atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Absorvidas? Nem sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras carregadas ao sussurar do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras que fluem naturalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poesias, até diria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras apenas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras ouvidas, jamais esquecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Numa música, numa poesia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;numa boa junção sempre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chama a atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Palavras de amor, palavras de quem ama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Amor de um ser que vive de palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Suas palavras denotam a palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que és, o amor que és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As palavras que tem no amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Das palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Adriana 25.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-5383297476440066074?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5383297476440066074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=5383297476440066074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5383297476440066074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/5383297476440066074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/palavras.html' title='Palavras...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-3512556493638562592</id><published>2008-05-25T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:12:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagem, ilusão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://concursos.ojodigital.net/albums/userpics/10009/la%20sombra%20del%20fotografo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://concursos.ojodigital.net/albums/userpics/10009/la%20sombra%20del%20fotografo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem sombreada na penumbra da ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Uma imagem formada num pensamento, num momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Verdade escondida, verdade usurpada diante da conjuntura em vão instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem, apenas uma imagem criada na ausênsia tateável da ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Uma imagem desconhecida, um imaginário de suspenses, vazio, distante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Som vazio, imagem sem sombra, palavras inexistentes, presença incontida, contida na ilusão de uma imagem desconhecida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem perdida num sonho encontrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem engrandecida dentro de uma alma apartada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem no pensamento leve e perene, imagem criada na tradução de uma alma cônscia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem elevada, imersa e recortada num retalho de sombras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Imagem impassível que esvaiu-se na dor de uma alma solitária, uma imagem na mente, na alma, uma imagem, uma utopia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Adriana 25.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-3512556493638562592?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/3512556493638562592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=3512556493638562592' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3512556493638562592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/3512556493638562592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/imagem-iluso.html' title='Imagem, ilusão...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-2179408228323583983</id><published>2008-05-22T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:39:37.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor, contradição...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://gotasdecarinho.01.googlepages.com/8e9e-1.jpg/8e9e-1-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://gotasdecarinho.01.googlepages.com/8e9e-1.jpg/8e9e-1-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor, sentimento que invade o peito sem pedir permissão. Inunda o coração, os olhos, o corpo, a alma, com tudo o que nele está contido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor, sentimento inefável tamanha explosão que provoca em cada ser, estranha sensação de liberdade ao mesmo tempo de prisão, pois ficamos presos por um laço &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tênue&lt;/span&gt; que une dois corações. Um laço onde não precisa ser reforçado, pois o próprio amor proporciona esta segurança. Amor, um sentimento inerente à vida. Ele as vezes é contraditório; quando amamos e somos correspondidos, sentimos o suave perfume do amor emanado dos corações e dos sorrisos dos amantes, ele é algo maravilhoso, um sentimento sublime. Porém, quando amamos sem ser correspondidos ele se torna uma ferida aberta em nosso coração, machuca, maltrata, dói, nos torna por alguns momentos pessoas inseguras, desacreditadas deste sentimento tão forte, seja da forma que for, da forma que chegar ao nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amor, é vida é dor é alegria, é solidão, mas tudo vale a pena pois amar também é viver e enquanto vivos não somos ilusão, somos verdade e acreditamos neste sentimento que nos enche a alma de emoção e nos faz renascer a cada nova chance de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Adriana22.04.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-2179408228323583983?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2179408228323583983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=2179408228323583983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2179408228323583983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2179408228323583983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor-contradio.html' title='amor, contradição...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-2978141683995746143</id><published>2008-05-22T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T13:18:46.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>parte de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDXOswZFRQI/AAAAAAAAACk/aPZFG20Qwxc/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203292212796146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDXOswZFRQI/AAAAAAAAACk/aPZFG20Qwxc/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDXMEQZFRPI/AAAAAAAAACc/vDfV1UiMCc8/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Então ela chega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Na hora mais improvável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ela chega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;De uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maneira&lt;/span&gt; lamentável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Toma conta do meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Invade-me completamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mesmo sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Toma-me a mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Destrói&lt;/span&gt; um pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Acaba com a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deixa-me no desalento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Leva-me uma lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rasga-me o peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deixa-me inerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nenhum&lt;/span&gt; respeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ela me veste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Veste-me de ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Despe-me de alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Chega a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Levando-me o contentamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Adriana 19.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-2978141683995746143?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2978141683995746143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=2978141683995746143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2978141683995746143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2978141683995746143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/parte-de-mim.html' title='parte de mim'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDXOswZFRQI/AAAAAAAAACk/aPZFG20Qwxc/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-721809096477239539</id><published>2008-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:39:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDD1mzMd52I/AAAAAAAAACM/fV1_W5k6Jn8/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201927616539256674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDD1mzMd52I/AAAAAAAAACM/fV1_W5k6Jn8/s200/sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A vida é como um mergulho pretensioso em nossas almas, como só ela pode ser. Às vezes nós faz sorrir; outras nós faz chorar. Nos abre portas, nos fecha em caminhos tortuosos. Nos dá a luz para trilharmos nossas escolhas. Nos dá escuridão para termos certeza do que queremos, pois no escuro somos postos à prova, usando a intuição, crendo na nossa capacidade, na força que cada um tem para seguir adiante dela. Caminhando, sempre enfrentando os obstáculos, tendo bom senso diante das facilidades que ela própria nos coloca, fazendo da própria vida uma aliada para driblarmos todas as incertezas, tendo cautela com todas as certezas, sendo sensatos em todas as decisões, vivendo a vida, com todos os acontecimentos de maneira célere e com todo seu fulgor. A vida é... O que é a sua vida? Descubra-a! Se não, só viva.&lt;br /&gt;Adriana 07.05.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-721809096477239539?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/721809096477239539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=721809096477239539' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/721809096477239539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/721809096477239539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDD1mzMd52I/AAAAAAAAACM/fV1_W5k6Jn8/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-7192517139838791257</id><published>2008-05-18T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T19:54:42.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDrgTMd51I/AAAAAAAAACE/UDvfFbaSTbo/s1600-h/1179747950_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201916509753829202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDrgTMd51I/AAAAAAAAACE/UDvfFbaSTbo/s320/1179747950_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por que somes? Por que te escondes? Por que foges de mim?&lt;br /&gt;O que te fiz? O que te causei? Magoei-te?&lt;br /&gt;Ausência, ausência inexplicável, ausência fugaz, ausência da tua presença...&lt;br /&gt;Coração vazio, coração distante, coração sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Por que choras? Por que sofres? Por que te indigna com a vida, se escolhestes ficar sozinho - quando sumistes, quando escondestes, quando fugistes!&lt;br /&gt;Nada te fiz, nada te causei, nem sequer te magoei, a ausência, a tua ausência não permitiu, mesmo assim, eu te amei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana 09.05.08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-7192517139838791257?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7192517139838791257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=7192517139838791257' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/7192517139838791257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/7192517139838791257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/ausncia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDrgTMd51I/AAAAAAAAACE/UDvfFbaSTbo/s72-c/1179747950_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-1516261750045550068</id><published>2008-05-18T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:09:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDDTzMd50I/AAAAAAAAAB8/560P4Uq9drg/s1600-h/lua+e+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201872314540353346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDDTzMd50I/AAAAAAAAAB8/560P4Uq9drg/s320/lua+e+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo, um impulso irrefreável de desejo. Desejo de ter-te junto a mim, tocando-me a tez sobre a tua, preenchendo as minhas entranhas com todo o teu amor. Permitindo-me um refúgio em teus braços, a olhares e sorrisos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intuíam&lt;/span&gt; pleno prazer naquele momento de sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor, desejo que surge do amor, amor pleno de satisfação, de acolhimento, amor que permite que o coração pulse compassadamente, como uma onda no mar que vai e vem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sutilmente&lt;/span&gt;, pois este é o seu desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo a sentir-me inundar toda a alma ao toque das tuas mãos, ao teu murmurar aos meus ouvidos, ao calor dos teus lábios nos meus, invadindo com fervor toda minha intimidade, descobrindo os meus mais tenros segredos a ti revelados naquele instante de tanto desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor que surgira tão inesperadamente de uma fonte tão improvável, que derrama-se sobre mim, como o luar inundando a noite com todo seu fulgor, ou como a luz do sol ao amanhecer brilhando intensamente por toda dimensão de um mar azul e inerte a tanto desejo e amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incontido&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor profundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo controlado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor refugiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo não vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor inesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Desejo entorpecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Amor extasiado no desejo do amor esperado, e ainda não revelado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adriana 16.05.08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6424488861818010716-1516261750045550068?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1516261750045550068/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=1516261750045550068' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1516261750045550068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1516261750045550068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDDDTzMd50I/AAAAAAAAAB8/560P4Uq9drg/s72-c/lua+e+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-4135683964492374569</id><published>2008-05-18T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:17:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distante de ti...-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDC22DMd5zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rGra69Rnzjc/s1600-h/distancia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201858609299711794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDC22DMd5zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rGra69Rnzjc/s200/distancia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Separados, por uma breve e considerável distância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como desejo ter-te agora neste momento, tocar-te, ouvir-te, olhar-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ouvir-te, tão somente, ouvir ao sussurrar da tua voz penetrando aos meus ouvidos, preenchendo-me de esperança, tomando-me a alma, causando-me uma profunda sensação de contentamento, suave e serena como uma praia distante e deserta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como anseio em ter-te junto a mim, deixando emergir de dentro do meu ser todo vazio estranho, uma espécie de sombra da tua &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Como desejo tocar-te, sentir o calor da tua pele, rechaçada a beira da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compreensão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Olhar-te por um instante e poder perceber-te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; como tu és, o que sentes, e então poder penetrar-te como uma luz ofuscante em todo entusiasmo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incontido&lt;/span&gt; por ali estar- a olhar-te, a ouvir-te, a tocar-te, a beijar-te, longa e profundamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Adriana 13.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-4135683964492374569?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4135683964492374569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=4135683964492374569' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4135683964492374569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4135683964492374569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/distante-de-ti.html' title='Distante de ti...-'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SDC22DMd5zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rGra69Rnzjc/s72-c/distancia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-4917603170391612914</id><published>2008-05-16T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:18:07.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duas sombras, um amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5OUzMd5yI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ezn-n_XeWq8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201180738906351394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5OUzMd5yI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ezn-n_XeWq8/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Duas sombras, imagens estranhas, disformes, perpassadas uma a outra, unidas como se fosse uma só, causando sussurros, murmúrios inteligíveis, incaptáveis à razão, cujo ruído causara estranheza à tentativa de compreender aquela linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;Duas sombras, intocáveis, tamanho ardor pretendido causar uma a outra – linguagem única a elas reveladas, presença constante irresistível a ânsia de estar ali.&lt;br /&gt;Duas sombras, respiração arfantes, ao mesmo instante segura, corações perspicazes, vívidos, deliberadamente únicos, palavras proferidas imersas a devaneios particulares.&lt;br /&gt;Duas sombras, céleres, entorpecidas de tanto fulgor, absortas naquele momento impetuosos, unidos por toda complexidade existente naquele sentimento, agora descansam na mais terna e infinita sensação de liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas sombras lado a lado inundado de sentimentos inconfundivelmente unidos por um único amor. Duas sombras, um amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-4917603170391612914?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4917603170391612914/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=4917603170391612914' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4917603170391612914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4917603170391612914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/duas-sombras-um-amor.html' title='Duas sombras, um amor...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5OUzMd5yI/AAAAAAAAABs/Ezn-n_XeWq8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-1881447916985504320</id><published>2008-05-16T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:49:49.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Som da meia-noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5HsTMd5xI/AAAAAAAAABk/ac6KYQO7_rE/s1600-h/imagem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201173446051882770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5HsTMd5xI/AAAAAAAAABk/ac6KYQO7_rE/s200/imagem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Folhas farfalhando, inquietude nos telhados, apitos a esmo na rua deserta. Silêncio, silêncio da meia-noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silêncio, silêncio, rompido, abruptamente rompido, não o silêncio das folhas, nem dos apitos , pouco menos do telhado, silêncio rompido, o silêncio do cômodo , o silêncio de um cômodo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cômodo com silêncio ausente, cômodo inundado por uma luz interna, entremeada, refletida em camadas densas de imagens complexas, envolto e protegido por um silêncio ausente, presente por vidas contidas uma na outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silêncio rompido pela relutância transformada deliberadamente em desejo, desejo num breve instante inundando a alma, quebrando o silêncio como um mergulho límpido e delicioso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silêncio singular, num cômodo sem silêncio, silêncio entorpecido, ínfimo, tênue, envolto a devaneios alheios, absorto no próprio silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Silêncio após silêncio, vívido e carregado de afetos, embora, por um breve instante houvesse enchido o cômodo de sensações fugazes, agora deixara sensação de silêncio, silêncio indecifrável, intrépido, silêncio da meia-noite, som da meia-noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-1881447916985504320?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/1881447916985504320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=1881447916985504320' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1881447916985504320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/1881447916985504320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/som-da-meia-noite.html' title='Som da meia-noite'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HrheO4BoIDk/SC5HsTMd5xI/AAAAAAAAABk/ac6KYQO7_rE/s72-c/imagem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-4559874568333835466</id><published>2008-05-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:07:39.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras, sentimentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se um dia eu conseguir resumir em poucas palavras tudo o que estou sentindo, certamente neste dia não estarei sentindo nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                          Adriana 04/08&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6424488861818010716-4559874568333835466?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4559874568333835466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=4559874568333835466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4559874568333835466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/4559874568333835466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-um-dia-eu-conseguir-resumir-em.html' title='Palavras, sentimentos...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-4668241129939362648</id><published>2008-05-14T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:36:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAAB8eUX3PioEO8MQj5f04wVbGMsplOKE4x4-O4yFi6UtGo3tERUBJBIQUOtLYIyUxLlrSf5rRfuxYC25NNTti0cuAJtU9VC4YvJfLO3B0w6NaGhsU2mr7VaDVQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.orkut.com/orkut/albums2/ATgAAAB8eUX3PioEO8MQj5f04wVbGMsplOKE4x4-O4yFi6UtGo3tERUBJBIQUOtLYIyUxLlrSf5rRfuxYC25NNTti0cuAJtU9VC4YvJfLO3B0w6NaGhsU2mr7VaDVQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=3099908964823343081&amp;amp;pid=1209237677426&amp;amp;aid=1209210308"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De repente, me vejo envolta por uma imensidão além do horizonte, como uma paisagem distinta em seus mistérios não revelados aos olhos, pois vai muito além do que os olhos podem perceber.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao olhar, causa-me encantamento tamanha perfeição daquele lugar, deixo meu pensamento fluir diante de tanta beleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A brisa a tocar-me a tez, cabelos esvoaçantes ao sussurrar do vento, toque suave do sol inundando de calor meu corpo e minha alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deliciosa sensação de suavidade ao ser envolvida pela espuma trazida por um movimento impetuoso, ao mesmo instante delicado, desejando-me as boas- vindas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um momento único e particular, num lugar indescritível, emoldurado por um céu límpido, um sol que brilhava deliberadamente, com sua luz imersa em águas densas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vívidas&lt;/span&gt;, e aos pés a leveza de uma nuvem transformada em minúsculos grãos, grandiosos em sua proporção como parte daquela moldura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A praia, o mar, o sol, a onda, o céu, o horizonte, a vida e eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adriana 12.05.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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momento...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-2914218227530700498</id><published>2008-05-14T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T18:31:51.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha vida, assim sou eu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca deixei transparecer minhas tristezas e desapontamentos, não tenho o hábito de reclamar da vida, pois tê-la já significa uma amplitude de conquistas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não fecho os olhos, nem tapo os ouvidos para não deixar passar despercebido tudo que está ao meu redor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho o coração aberto sempre, pois tudo que não é possível ver ou ouvir, certamente terei sensibilidade para perceber e sentir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não peço para que me vejam ou que me ouçam, só almejo ser amada, mesmo que não seja da mesma maneira que sou capaz de amar, nem com a mesma intensidade, só desejo de alguma forma ser amada e poder amar, assim é minha vida, assim sou eu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Adriana 12.05.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-2914218227530700498?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2914218227530700498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=2914218227530700498' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/2914218227530700498'/><link 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cada manifestação de alegria, de tristeza, de euforia, solidão, amor, amizade, vida, paixão... Tudo que escrevo é baseado na minha própria vida, em tudo que vivi.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei por muitas aprovações, resignações, precisei ser muito forte para suportar tudo e conseguir reerguer-me e continuar vivendo. Não foi fácil enfrentar a vida e o mundo inteiro quando a única certeza que eu tinha era, que eu precisava ter determinação para continuar com minhas convicções, estas ainda sendo amadurecidas, pois só a partir daquele momento foi que abri os olhos para tudo que me rodeava, todas as dificuldades e obstáculos que a vida me colocou e que diante de tudo, o mundo não ia parar para que eu pudesse me localizar, ele ia continuar em movimento, caberia à mim acompanhar o ritmo que a vida e o mundo impuseram-me.&lt;br /&gt;A partir daquele instante pude perceber, tamanha é nossa fragilidade e pequenez diante de uma situação difícil quando tudo o que temos a fazer é ter fé em Deus. Desde então senti quão grandiosa é a misericórdia divina por nós, comecei a perceber os caminhos que deveria seguir, nunca sozinha, pois Deus nunca nos abandona, Ele nos guia sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, apesar de todas as atribulações que passei, não perdi a minha essência, só passei a ver a vida por outro ângulo, porém com os mesmos olhos, continuo a acreditar na vida, nas pessoas e no poder que o amor tem em transformar as nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana 12.05.08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-326454090824883901?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/326454090824883901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=326454090824883901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/326454090824883901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/326454090824883901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/fragmentos.html' title='Fragmentos'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6424488861818010716.post-8934941182999746526</id><published>2008-05-11T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T16:40:42.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe, vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Assim é a vida: uma dádiva, essa concebida por Deus e atendida por um ser divino escolhido para em seu ventre abrigar um novo ser. Abrigar, amar, alimentar, dar carinho, conduzir sob a orientação do Pai Maior. Este ser escolhido nada cobra; somente que este outro, seja feliz. Nada reclama, apesar de carregá-lo por um longo período em seu ventre, ver sua vida modificar-se em função dele, tornar-se de alguma forma outra pessoa, deixando sua própria vida em segundo plano- já que a graça de tê-lo requer toda atenção, pois ele é indefeso, frágil, totalmente dependente do seu amor. E com sua chegada uma longa caminhada é iniciada, agora para a vida inteira, sem interrupção e com o tempo, a perpetuação da vida os tornem cada vez mais ligados. Pois esse ser até então frágil que um dia precisou de todo carinho, atenção, de todo amor e dedicação, um dia também vai ver sua vida modificar-se por causa de um novo ser gerado da mesma forma que ele próprio, tornando esses seres tão grandiosos, tão dignos da bondade e da graça divina, pois só MÃE para suportar tudo e ainda repetir por toda sua vida sempre com um largo sorriso: EU TE AMO, MEU FILHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Parabéns a todas as mães! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6424488861818010716-8934941182999746526?l=docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/feeds/8934941182999746526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6424488861818010716&amp;postID=8934941182999746526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8934941182999746526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6424488861818010716/posts/default/8934941182999746526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docesonhosmeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-vida.html' title='Mãe, vida...'/><author><name>adriana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12711717916603431213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
