<?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-4880611827221288014</id><updated>2012-03-07T20:03:11.469-02:00</updated><category term='Artigo - Reflexão'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='Vídeo-Frase-Reflexão'/><category term='Falecimento'/><category term='Texto-Reflexão-Música-Alegria-Alegria'/><category term='Conto'/><category term='Crônica'/><category term='Cantiga de Roda'/><category term='Dia das Crianças'/><category term='Receita'/><category term='Informação'/><category term='Estação Primavera'/><category term='música'/><category term='Amizade-Gratidão'/><category term='Acróstico'/><category term='Acróstico de Natal'/><category term='Crônica - Autora: Ana Marly de Oliveira Jacobino.'/><category term='Pensamento'/><category term='Poema - Homenagem -  Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><category term='Reflexão Semana Idoso'/><category term='Dia da Criatividade'/><category term='foto'/><category term='FRASE-REFLEXÃO'/><category term='Gotas Bíblicas'/><category term='Texto-Homenagem-Dia do Poeta'/><category term='Texto - Reflexão'/><category term='Poema - Homenagem ao Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><category term='Data Comemorativa'/><category term='Vídeo-Música'/><category term='Brincadeira'/><category term='Texto-Reflexão'/><category term='Texto-Reflexão-Sentimento'/><category term='Artigo'/><category term='Insônia'/><category term='Texto-Mãe-Filha-Reflexão'/><category term='Convite-Texto-Amizade'/><category term='Texto-Mudança-Faculdade'/><category term='Celebração'/><category term='Acróstico - Dia Das Crianças'/><category term='amigos'/><category term='Brincadeira-Reflexão'/><category term='Fórmula da Felicidade'/><category term='Poema-Homenagem-Dia dos Professores'/><category term='Texto-Vídeo'/><category term='Lenda Africana'/><category term='Utilidade Pública'/><category term='Texto'/><category term='Vídeo'/><category term='alegria'/><category term='Aniversário-Acróstico-Parabéns'/><category term='Artigo-Informação-Saúde'/><category term='Texto.'/><category term='Música-Poesia-Amor'/><category term='Frase - Ana Jácomo'/><category term='Dia dos Pais'/><category term='Carnaval'/><category term='POEMA'/><category term='Aniversário-Amizade'/><category term='Texto-Amizade-Agradecimento'/><category term='FRASE'/><category term='Desafio-Brincadeira'/><category term='Frase-Saudade'/><category term='VÍDEO-MENSAGEM'/><category term='Blogagem Coletiva - O amor Salva.'/><category term='Artigo-Reflexão'/><title type='text'>RESERVA DE EMOÇÕES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-9187894567329840827</id><published>2012-03-07T18:22:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T18:26:37.994-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema - Homenagem ao Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><title type='text'>Profissão: Mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ser fêmea, da cabeça aos pés&lt;br /&gt;Sujeita aos ciclos hormonais&lt;br /&gt;Às fases da lua&lt;br /&gt;Às oscilações das marés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nos sentimos plenas&lt;br /&gt;Outras, carentes&lt;br /&gt;Alternamos bom-humor&lt;br /&gt;Com períodos de amargor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destemidas, corajosas&lt;br /&gt;Vamos à luta, sem medo da lida&lt;br /&gt;Musas, amantes, mães amorosas&lt;br /&gt;Eternas guardiãs do amor e da vida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana Maria França de Negri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-9187894567329840827?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/9187894567329840827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/profissao-mulher.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/9187894567329840827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/9187894567329840827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/profissao-mulher.html' title='Profissão: Mulher'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ewzzdfl3u9c/T1fCtBMpNXI/AAAAAAAABwA/uDA681F2WtU/s72-c/tumblr_lkbdq5SZNd1qe4xmjo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8417513879151413174</id><published>2012-03-07T18:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T18:27:08.536-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poema - Homenagem -  Dia Internacional da Mulher'/><title type='text'>Mulher Madura</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Ela, a bela mulher&lt;br /&gt;Sedutora, sonhadora,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, dia qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;Fora presa...surpresa!...&lt;br /&gt;Dessas, que a vida traz,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas chamas, ardentes,&lt;br /&gt;De um amor voraz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora...o corpo,,,&lt;br /&gt;A alma...a paixão&lt;br /&gt;A tornavam mais bela!&lt;br /&gt;Como um fruto proibido,&lt;br /&gt;Intocável, enigmática...&lt;br /&gt;Porém, madura...&lt;br /&gt;No limite do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o coração e a razão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, a bela mulher&lt;br /&gt;Amante, sensual,&lt;br /&gt;Carrega consigo,&lt;br /&gt;No rosto, no riso,&lt;br /&gt;Um quê de menina,&lt;br /&gt;Atrevida, marota,&lt;br /&gt;Casta e profana,&lt;br /&gt;Divina angelical!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Eunice Zem Verdi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8417513879151413174?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8417513879151413174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/mulher-madura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8417513879151413174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8417513879151413174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/mulher-madura.html' title='Mulher Madura'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qnuS-RF1Uq8/T1dDXkbt-yI/AAAAAAAABv4/PvBcJSDQgr4/s72-c/tumblr_lnadv0MU361qgy408o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1211905483678621781</id><published>2012-03-07T00:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T00:14:25.262-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto - Reflexão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Prefiro que minha vida permaneça uma lágrima e um sorriso: uma lágrima que purifique meu coração e me faça compreender os mistérios e segredos da vida, e um sorriso que me aproxime dos meus semelhantes e simbolize minha glorificação aos deuses...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro morrer de muito desejar a viver na indeferença. Quero sentir nas minhas profundezas fome pelo amor e a beleza, pois observei e verifiquei que os satisfeitos são os mais infelizes dos homens e os que mais se assemelham à matéria inanimada; e escutei e descobri que os gemidos de saudade do apaixonado são mais embaladores que as melodias dos violinos.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite cai, a flor fechas as pétalas e dorme abraçada aos seus desejos; e quando rompe a madrugada, descerra os lábios para receber o beijo do sol. A vida da flor é desejo seguido de união: uma lágrima e um sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Kahlil Gibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"No amor não há temor, antes o perfeito amor lança fora o temor; porque o temor tem consigo a pena, e o que teme não é perfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;em amor".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;1 João 4:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Só nos damos conta da importância de &amp;nbsp;viver com leveza, quando encontramos pelo caminho
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bem antes dessa lei, há vários anos, eu já não utilizo sacolas plásticas. Sempre levo algumas no carro, outras dobráveis na bolsa, e tenho as de pano, que podem ser higienizadas na máquina de lavar roupas. O importante é substituir as plásticas por qualquer produto durável. Ninguém é obrigado a comprar sacola nenhuma. Mas todos temos a obrigação de zelar pelo meio ambiente e não desperdiçar como muitos faziam, colocando um item em cada sacola. Como era de graça, o consumidor fazia a farra, sem critérios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se as empresas e governantes daqui estão “acordando” agora para o problema (antes tarde do que nunca) por que ser do contra? Estamos atrasados décadas, pois em outros países essa lei já existe faz tempo e todo mundo já se conscientizou. Qualquer atitude para minimizar problemas ambientais crônicos é bem vinda e louvável. Cada cliente tem que se virar para transportar suas compras levando as próprias sacolas reutilizáveis ou utilizando caixas de papelão, carrinhos de feira, cestas, o que sua imaginação inventar. Um supermercado de Piracicaba já aboliu sacolas faz tempo, e não entendi porque só agora, com a lei, o povo ficou revoltado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O plástico é um dos maiores vilões ambientais e das cerca de 100 milhões de toneladas produzidas, 10% acaba indo nos oceanos virando uma verdadeira sopa plástica que mata milhares de animais marinhos e aves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-269166199200333808?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/269166199200333808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/passei-um-bom-tempo-assim-muito.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/269166199200333808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/269166199200333808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/03/passei-um-bom-tempo-assim-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTaYgDa_Y9M/T1OPN_r2jiI/AAAAAAAABvI/FFcRR9N_PNI/s72-c/faith-god-orar-pray-rezar-Favim.com-207392+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-5740292924244021768</id><published>2012-03-03T14:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T14:33:49.949-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aniversário-Acróstico-Parabéns'/><title type='text'>PARABÉNS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;você, minha filha, ofereço algo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;ais valioso que um presente...esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;atureza de moça autêntica, personalista e feliz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;esejo que você seja exatamente assim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maior riqueza do mundo pra mim!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje minha filha completa 19 anos. Parabéns Amanda, que você seja sempre muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Vivemos num vaivém contínuo e desconexo, que nunca chega e não leva a lugar algum. Não raro, nos pegamos realizando tarefas repetitivas e inúteis, na esperança de ter como retorno alguma forma de compensação, que jamais nos é dada. Nosso comportamento cotidiano é tão automático, que muitas vezes duvido que existam aquelas tais normas que nos regulam, ou nos fazem vivenciar fatos. Muitas vezes me pego negando a tal sociologia, pois na minha vida os fatos acontecidos nem sempre estão aliados a caminhos pré-estabelecidos, trilhados somente dentro de parâmetros definidos!&lt;/div&gt;
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A história diz justamente o contrário do que os sociólogos imaginam, porque ela não ocorre emoldurada por modelos. Ela acontece apenas como uma sucessão de fatos que envolvem pessoas diversas, que vivem vidas particulares. As pessoas que fazem a história não são sempre líderes, que realizam coisas prodigiosas, de tal monta que fazem outras pessoas seguirem seu exemplo. Pelo contrário, a história acontece no seio da humanidade comum, onde ninguém está buscando notoriedade, mas pensando somente naquilo que lhe interessa, porque já que a vida humana é um constante desafio, aquele que se rebela contra o senso-comum, aquele que protesta porque alguma coisa está errada, está se destacando na multidão e na certa está escrevendo a história.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quem protesta contra situações indesejáveis, sem perceber, subliminarmente é cobrado a assumir um determinado papel, próprio de quem está em posição de liderança e provoca novas adaptações, como também, com suas ações, leva outras pessoas a infringirem as normas, para lutar contra determinados padrões. E mais... Eles nos ensinam que não podemos nos omitir, pelo contrário, devemos sim, dentro de parâmetros bem definidos, tomar as atitudes necessárias, quando assim julgarmos conveniente e de acordo com o momento.&lt;/div&gt;
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Por outro lado, papéis assumidos como imposição, motivados por normas definidas, não produzem nem realizam, e não raro impedem o crescimento e a ação individual, porque a partir do momento em que assume um papel, o ser se torna o grupo e o formaliza como se fosse o ser.&lt;/div&gt;
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Assumir livremente desafios, adotar novas atitudes e comportamentos atípicos, são necessidades e não definições históricas e sociológicas, baseadas nas nossas experiências anteriores. Só a liberdade de ser, de sentir, de viver sem a camisa de força do todo humano, nos fará ir esculpindo a vida de acordo com nossa personalidade e dentro do contexto da nossa vivência.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aracy Duarte Ferrari&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“Seja
você, mas seja de verdade, firme nos seus propósitos e ideais. Aja
sem ferir ninguém, mas principalmente não se fira. Viva dentro da
sua verdade, ela não vai servir para todos, importante que ela sirva
para você.  Nas suas mais doces lembranças está a simplicidade,
nela reside a felicidade. Viver de forma simples nos enriquece, nos
proporciona oportunidades de crescimento por meio de pessoas com
grande sabedoria de vida. A vida é composta por uma natureza divina,
e somos parte integrante dela. Ela nos oferece diariamente um
espetáculo colorido para nos dizer: acorda! Levante-se,
agradeça...você está vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Por
quanto tempo nossos olhos estiveram fechados para esse presente
divino chamado vida? Ainda é tempo, vamos ver as cores da vida,
vamos olhar nos olhos dos nossos irmãos, vamos
nos doar com uma palavra amiga, com um abraço. Gestos fundamentais
que fazem a diferença na vida de uma pessoa, mas principalmente na
nossa. Não existem fronteiras para amar, não existem fronteiras 
para ser amigo, para ser irmão, para ser pai, para ser mãe, para
fazer alguém feliz, para se fazer feliz. Esqueça as desavenças,
esqueça as mágoas, renove sua vida com amor, afeto, amizade,
esperança. Não se deixe influenciar por palavras e atitudes
negativas, viva de acordo com sua verdade, somente ela te elevará,
somente ela  te conduzirá ao mais alto dos montes onde habita a
serenidade, a paz e a alegria de viver”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dois carneirinhos, três carneirinhos, quatro carneirinhos, cinco carneirinhos, seis carneirinhos, sete carneirinhos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-6064237393857202375?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6064237393857202375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-carneirinho.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6064237393857202375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6064237393857202375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/um-carneirinho.html' title='Um carneirinho...'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hdq1P53zJ4/T02YxnYB1fI/AAAAAAAABtY/-fSGdaND7xU/s72-c/ovejitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-9137358731481658411</id><published>2012-02-28T19:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T20:12:53.029-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artigo-Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Amor Incondicional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Lei é o Amor! Não existe nenhuma outra maneira de atingirmos nossa paz interna a não ser pela expressão do Amor Incondicional.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que significa este Amor Incondicional? É tão divino que o humano tem dificuldade até na compreensão desta expressão... é o caminhar na vida levando compaixão, compreensão, perdão, tolerância, desapego... dar valor ao que realmente tem valor, é não ficar preso a palavras, gestos, fatos, eventos, situações emocionais; é relevar com compaixão as mágoas, as injustiças, as decepções vividas no nosso cotidiano... é compreender que tudo isto é muito pequeno comparado com a grandeza da alma, com a grandeza da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É caminharmos fazendo a nossa parte, amando ao próximo como a nós mesmos, entregando a Deus, à vida, todas as situações conflitantes, dolorosas, que momentaneamente possamos estar incapacitados para darmos a melhor solução, a resposta mais adequada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;É a certeza de que tudo na Terra é ilusório, passageiro, transitório... é só uma pequena viagem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantermos sempre na nossa mente, no nosso espírito, a visualização da nossa grande meta, que é o amadurecimento da nossa alma, o atingirmos a consciência maior, a lucidez da vida... e é isto, somente isto que verdadeiramente importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com esta visão, com esta postura, caminhamos com leveza, com soltura, com alegria, com aceitação e tolerância... pois as emoções são ilusões, a dor é ilusão, a caminhada terrena é ilusão, o humano é ilusão... Deus é Real. O Divino é Real. A Consciência é Real. O Espiritual é Real. A Morte é ilusão do ego mas é Real, pois é a passagem para o Plano Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar incondicionalmente é amar além, apesar das ilusões, é amar sem esperar retorno, pois o retorno real é Divino, o retorno real é a simples alegria de expressarmos o amor. A verdadeira felicidade é termos a capacidade de expressar o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Convido vocês a fazerem um Jogo de Faz de Conta:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Vivenciem um dia inteiro fazendo de conta que sabem amar incondicionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;- Sejam pacientes e tolerantes.&lt;br /&gt;- Relevem as pequenas mágoas, os pequenos ressentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;- Olhem nos olhos do outro.&lt;br /&gt;- Exercitem a solidariedade, a compaixão, o companheirismo.&lt;br /&gt;- Evitem a autocrítica negativa e a crítica ao outro.&lt;br /&gt;- Priorizem atividades que visem ajudar o próximo.&lt;br /&gt;- Se permitam ter tempo para si mesmo e para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;- Façam de conta que estão perdoando a si mesmo, a tudo e a todos.&lt;br /&gt;- Façam de conta que vocês se amam e se respeitam e que também amam e respeitam o outro.&lt;br /&gt;- Imaginem que amam a humanidade além dos interesses do ego.&lt;br /&gt;- Sorriam, sejam gentis e atenciosos.&lt;br /&gt;- Expressem através da palavra e dos gestos calma, alegria, esperança e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe poderemos descobrir - através deste jogo de faz de conta - tanto prazer, tanto contentamento, ao ponto de até decidir incorporar a expressão do amor incondicional no nosso cotidiano, na nossa atitude interna, na nossa postura, na nossa caminhada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brincando de faz de conta podemos até descobrir a verdade da vida, que é o Amor Incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vamos brincar de Faz de Conta?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou fazendo a mudança da minha filha, ela vai morar fora em função dos estudos. Ela já &amp;nbsp;passava alguns dias da semana na cidade onde estuda, mas agora é definitivo, com móveis e lugar definido para morar. Não pensei que seria assim, sempre afirmei que educaria minha filha para ser feliz, e não para me fazer companhia quando eu ficar mais velha. Continuo com o mesmo pensamento, só não imaginava que a mudança mexeria assim comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre me preocupei com seus estudos, sua formação no sentido de prepará-la para vida, para o mundo, para ser feliz. Mas, as coisas não são exatamente como a gente pensa... a casa ficou grande, uma estranheza no ar. São fases, sei que vou me adaptar à minha nova rotina sem minha filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Morar fora vai ser uma experiência enriquecedora para minha filha, assim como é para todos os jovens que um dia deixam a casa dos seus pais para estudarem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O prazer é uma canção de liberdade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não é a própria liberdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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É o despontar dos teus desejos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não o seu fruto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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É um abismo a clamar pelo céu,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não é nem o abismo nem o céu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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É a ave enjaulada a voar em liberdade,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não é o espaço que ela percorre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na verdade, o prazer é uma canção de liberdade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gostava que a cantasses com todo o teu coração,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não quero que percas o coração ao cantá-la.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alguns jovens buscam o prazer como se fosse tudo na vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E, por isso, são julgados e repreendidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu não os julgo nem os repreendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Prefiro dizer-lhes que partam em busca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não ouviste falar do homem que estava a cavar a terra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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À procura de raízes e encontrou um tesouro?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Alguns anciãos recordam os seus prazeres com remorsos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como se fossem erros cometidos durante a embriaguez.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deviam recordar os seus prazeres com gratidão,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como quem recorda as colheitas de Verão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Os que não buscam nem recordam temem o prazer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pois pensam que lhes irá prejudicar o espírito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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O teu corpo conhece a sua herança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E as suas necessidades, e não se deixará enganar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E o teu corpo é a harpa da tua alma;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pertence-te e cabe-te a ti criar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma doce música ou sons confusos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E agora perguntas, no teu coração:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Como poderei distinguir o que é bom&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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do que é mau no prazer?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vai para os campos e jardins e verás&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que a abelha tem prazer em tirar o mel da flor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas também se deleita a flor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ao dar o seu mel à abelha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Para a abelha, a flor é uma fonte de vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E, para a flor, a abelha é a mensageira do amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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E tanto para a abelha como para a flor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dar e receber prazer é tanto uma necessidade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Como um êxtase.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Portanto, no prazer, sê como a abelha e a flor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tua natureza divina não foi feita para ser aprisionada à sombra do sofrimento, fora do alcance de Deus, e sim para expandir, crescer, para assim, reencontrar sua real função.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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a flecha que tem por destino ser arremessada ao tronco do
conhecimento e, se forças em direção contrária, cais em
depressão, por negares ao teu ser a tua real necessidade que é a de
estares livre, presente na tua realidade divina. Deves saber que as
coisas não precisam acontecer nesta ordem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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em escolher novamente, sempre que sentires a ausência do teu coração
em tuas decisões, ou seja, a ausência da paz de espírito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que queres que não podes ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nesta
frase tão curta, reside todo o emaranhado de fios que te sufocam a
cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;. C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;omeça por ti e em ti.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aprende a conhecer tuas
reais necessidades&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;e começa por elas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma a uma,
purificando teu ser do sofrimento que tens te causado por todo este
tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desacredita da tua má sorte e põe tua atenção,
teu coração no conhecimento que está dentro de ti, em silêncio, a
esperar-te para dar-te a paz,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;a certeza de quem és.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"
Para cultivar a sabedoria, é preciso força interior. Sem
crescimento interno, é difícil conquistar a autoconfiança e a
coragem necessárias. Sem elas, nossa vida se complica. O impossível
torna-se possível com a força de vontade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dalai
Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-2387334667019879055?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2387334667019879055/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/comeca-por-ti.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2387334667019879055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2387334667019879055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/comeca-por-ti.html' title='Começa por ti.'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8v0Qbr1iYwg/T0YKb9pRzRI/AAAAAAAABrw/YVwOCoYi5GI/s72-c/tumblr_lbnlk3rylk1qah8cio1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1384692509806694322</id><published>2012-02-23T10:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T10:24:10.003-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71nFW4SFUV4/T0Ycec7ABmI/AAAAAAAABsA/oeVnQGQ2aI0/s1600/DSC02173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71nFW4SFUV4/T0Ycec7ABmI/AAAAAAAABsA/oeVnQGQ2aI0/s320/DSC02173.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"No reino dos fins, tudo tem ou um preço ou uma dignidade. Quando 
uma coisa tem preço, pode ser substituída por algo equivalente; por outro lado, 
a coisa que se acha acima de todo preço, e por isso não admite qualquer 
equivalência, compreende uma dignidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Immanuel Kant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&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/4880611827221288014-1384692509806694322?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1384692509806694322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-reino-dos-fins-tudo-tem-ou-um-preco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1384692509806694322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1384692509806694322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-reino-dos-fins-tudo-tem-ou-um-preco.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-71nFW4SFUV4/T0Ycec7ABmI/AAAAAAAABsA/oeVnQGQ2aI0/s72-c/DSC02173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7644487784354454874</id><published>2012-02-22T13:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T13:48:09.144-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Providência Divina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNAzPlmjfQ/T0UMoDFwNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/l2veNgjSZYQ/s1600/2494478095_2640612929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNAzPlmjfQ/T0UMoDFwNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/l2veNgjSZYQ/s320/2494478095_2640612929.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"No momento em que nos comprometemos, a providência divina também se põe em movimento. Todo um fluir de acontecimentos surge ao nosso favor. Como resultado da atitude, seguem todas as formas imprevistas de coincidências, encontros e ajuda, que nenhum ser humano jamais poderia ter sonhado encontrar. Qualquer coisa que você possa fazer ou sonhar, você pode começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A coragem contém em si mesma, o poder, o gênio e a magia.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Goethe&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/4880611827221288014-7644487784354454874?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7644487784354454874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/providencia-divina.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7644487784354454874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7644487784354454874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/providencia-divina.html' title='Providência Divina'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQNAzPlmjfQ/T0UMoDFwNpI/AAAAAAAABrg/l2veNgjSZYQ/s72-c/2494478095_2640612929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-31178573488089232</id><published>2012-02-21T14:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-22T14:44:40.683-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Que delícia de folia!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oxqWNBgseA/T0JOLolhc1I/AAAAAAAABrI/rLDZHFEbV7s/s1600/adriana+aggio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oxqWNBgseA/T0JOLolhc1I/AAAAAAAABrI/rLDZHFEbV7s/s400/adriana+aggio.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu Brasil, Brasileiro - Adriana Aggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem precisei colocar ou tirar máscara, embora ache belíssimas as fantasias de carnaval, pois a alegria não estava nos acessórios carnavalescos e nas marchinhas de carnaval, a alegria estava dentro de mim. Foram noites mágicas, um reencontro com amigos que há muito tempo não via. Estou dolorida... Doiam os pés que pareciam pipoca, não paravam de pular, doiam os braços que não paravam de balançar acompanhando o ritmo musical, mas era uma dor tão boa, que se demorar para passar não vou me incomodar. Só não doia o coração, este continuava festivo, em ritmo de “Ó abre alas que eu quero passar”. &amp;nbsp;Se estou apaixonada? Sim, estou apaixonada e o nome do meu amor se chama VIDA!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O Carnaval brasileiro de beleza e alegria sem igual, traz turistas e famosos de todos os cantos do mundo, e nessa época, quando eles pisam em solo brasileiro realizam seu sonho ao conhecer a maior festa popular brasileira,&amp;nbsp;resultado do trabalho&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;feito com&amp;nbsp;dedicação e amor de um povo alegre, solidário e hospitaleiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo meu país com sua beleza sem igual, com suas diferentes etnias, com seu amplo desenvolvimento socioeconômico, com seus&amp;nbsp;problemas como qualquer outro país, enfim sou brasileira com muito orgulho, e não troco o Brasil por nenhum outro país! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu carnaval não foi uma ilusão, foi pura&amp;nbsp;alegria e diversão,&amp;nbsp;simplesmente me permiti viver, e foram noites carnavalescas que ficaram para sempre na&amp;nbsp;memória do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;“Moro num país tropical, abençoado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;E bonito por natureza, mas que beleza&lt;br /&gt;Em fevereiro (em fevereiro)&lt;br /&gt;Tem carnaval (tem carnaval)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jorge Ben Jor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-31178573488089232?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/31178573488089232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-delicia-de-folia.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/31178573488089232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/31178573488089232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-delicia-de-folia.html' title='Que delícia de folia!!!'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--oxqWNBgseA/T0JOLolhc1I/AAAAAAAABrI/rLDZHFEbV7s/s72-c/adriana+aggio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2504733265284980900</id><published>2012-02-17T13:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T13:15:11.340-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><title type='text'>Eu vou!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzlm9NRoLHw/Tz5mCW-r7oI/AAAAAAAABrA/tx2orn4Kn64/s1600/tumblr_lpibxifxt11r0mlhjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzlm9NRoLHw/Tz5mCW-r7oI/AAAAAAAABrA/tx2orn4Kn64/s320/tumblr_lpibxifxt11r0mlhjo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu vou cair na folia no carnaval das marchinhas!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos um bom carnaval, e para quem gosta de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tranquilidade nesses dias, bom descanso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bom feriado a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Quem me vê sempre parado, distante garante que eu não sei sambar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tô me 
guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tô só vendo, sabendo, sentindo, 
escutando não posso falar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tô me guardando pra quando o carnaval chegar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chico Buarque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-2504733265284980900?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2504733265284980900/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-vou.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2504733265284980900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2504733265284980900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/eu-vou.html' title='Eu vou!!!'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vzlm9NRoLHw/Tz5mCW-r7oI/AAAAAAAABrA/tx2orn4Kn64/s72-c/tumblr_lpibxifxt11r0mlhjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-3450457258483679888</id><published>2012-02-16T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:11:44.280-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>BONS TEMPOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIdbuUTqfXY/TwTXsTTSCTI/AAAAAAAABZo/AX5PyCnCMqs/s1600/pierrot+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIdbuUTqfXY/TwTXsTTSCTI/AAAAAAAABZo/AX5PyCnCMqs/s320/pierrot+%25282%2529.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Saudades daquele tempo em &lt;br /&gt;que embalados pelas marchas de carnaval &lt;br /&gt;rodávamos o salão formando trenzinho e &lt;br /&gt;às vezes sozinha procurando quem sabe &lt;br /&gt;um Pierrot apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Não existia malícia, não existia maldade, &lt;br /&gt;só existia a alegria das marchinhas! &lt;br /&gt;Com Ó Abre Alas de Chiquinha Gonzaga &lt;br /&gt;o Brasil conheceu a primeira marchinha,&lt;br /&gt;gênero de música popular &lt;br /&gt;vinda de Portugal. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje só restou a nostalgia de uma época &lt;br /&gt;em que existia o verdadeiro significado &lt;br /&gt;da palavra carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivana&amp;nbsp;&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/4880611827221288014-3450457258483679888?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3450457258483679888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/bons-tempos.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3450457258483679888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3450457258483679888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/bons-tempos.html' title='BONS TEMPOS'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WIdbuUTqfXY/TwTXsTTSCTI/AAAAAAAABZo/AX5PyCnCMqs/s72-c/pierrot+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2757845251782425518</id><published>2012-02-15T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T19:21:56.837-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>SEMPRE É CARNAVAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval das marchinhas e alegorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval traz alegria e o sambista contagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval das baianas rodando com simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval com fantasia de Pierro ou Colombina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval com casal de porta bandeira que anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval que traz ao povo euforia e sabor a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Carnaval é a experiência que vale a pena ser vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Esther Vacchi Passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-2757845251782425518?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2757845251782425518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/sempre-e-carnaval.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2757845251782425518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2757845251782425518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/sempre-e-carnaval.html' title='SEMPRE É CARNAVAL'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sZrc-H5Z-2I/TzJkcrQfHkI/AAAAAAAABpI/xx0HmwhNUV0/s72-c/farm-carnaval-baiana-e-oncinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7021467685185335177</id><published>2012-02-15T14:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:08:25.194-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfdsdc5cJo8/TzuaDbkaYpI/AAAAAAAABqg/oftH5zQdIVg/s1600/tumblr_ljcekbG6uM1qfxmalo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfdsdc5cJo8/TzuaDbkaYpI/AAAAAAAABqg/oftH5zQdIVg/s320/tumblr_ljcekbG6uM1qfxmalo1_500.jpg" width="320" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E quando a saudade não passa, a gente faz o quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-7021467685185335177?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7021467685185335177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-quando-saudade-nao-passa-gente-faz-o.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7021467685185335177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7021467685185335177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-quando-saudade-nao-passa-gente-faz-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lfdsdc5cJo8/TzuaDbkaYpI/AAAAAAAABqg/oftH5zQdIVg/s72-c/tumblr_ljcekbG6uM1qfxmalo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2877739788753171721</id><published>2012-02-14T15:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:27:54.505-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto.'/><title type='text'>Assim, simplesmente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fui feliz quando comecei a prestar atenção em mim, quando parei de ler livros de auto-ajuda, e as rédias da minha vida segurei. Fui feliz quando por alguns minutos uma alegria sincera nasceu dentro de mim, quando deixei de me importar com a opinião alheia, e comecei a ficar mais atenta com minha opinião, meus valores, minhas convicções. Fui feliz quando ri, sorri, gargalhei, brinquei, chutei o pau da barraca. Fui feliz quando ouvi minha filha dizer que me ama, quando entendi que nunca vou agradar a todos, mas que posso me agradar. Fui feliz quando percebi que a vida é muito, muito boa, que as pessoas a minha volta são extraordinárias, que eu sou abençoada por DEUS, que minha vida é maravilhosa, que tudo que vivi foi DIVINO, por isso sou grata a tudo, a todos que passaram pela minha vida, mas principalmente a mim por ser uma sobrevivente de todas as dores, cicatrizes, tristezas e alegrias. Exclusão não, escolhas sim, aprendi que elas são fundamentais para nossa vida. Onde não há sintonia e afinidade não adianta insistir, é como subir com um carro velho numa subida íngreme, você engata terceira, depois segunda, e finalmente primeira, mas a pé chega mais rápido. Aprender a dizer não e fazer escolhas sem culpas é o primeiro passo para uma vida tranquila e feliz. Cabe a nós decidirmos nosso destino, nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A vida passa muito rápido, viver bem é fundamental, mas depende exclusivamente das nossas escolhas, das nossas decisões. Não é fácil, mas necessário nos posicionarmos para ter uma vida plena e feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana.&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/4880611827221288014-2877739788753171721?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2877739788753171721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/assim-simplesmente.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2877739788753171721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2877739788753171721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/assim-simplesmente.html' title='Assim, simplesmente!'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8CgYBJapH0Y/TzqfBJTCW7I/AAAAAAAABqY/hKApcyah_MM/s72-c/tumblr_lhhqc5l76v1qgdztco1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7497948726344779038</id><published>2012-02-14T07:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T07:50:49.672-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto-Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Reverência ao destino.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, quando se tem palavras em mente que expressem sua opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes o que realmente queremos dizer, o quanto queremos dizer, antes que a pessoa se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é julgar pessoas que estão sendo expostas pelas circunstâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é encontrar e refletir sobre os seus erros, ou tentar fazer diferente algo que já fez muito errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é ser colega, fazer companhia a alguém, dizer o que ele deseja ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é ser amigo para todas as horas e dizer sempre a verdade quando for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E com confiança no que diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é analisar a situação alheia e poder aconselhar sobre esta situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é vivenciar esta situação e saber o que fazer ou ter coragem pra fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é demonstrar raiva e impaciência quando algo o deixa irritado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é expressar o seu amor a alguém que realmente te conhece, te respeita e te entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E é assim que perdemos pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é mentir aos quatro ventos o que tentamos camuflar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é mentir para o nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é ver o que queremos enxergar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é saber que nos iludimos com o que achávamos ter visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Admitir que nos deixamos levar, mais uma vez, isso é difícil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é dizer "oi" ou "como vai?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é dizer "adeus", principalmente quando somos culpados pela partida de alguém de nossas vidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é abraçar, apertar as mãos, beijar de olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é sentir a energia que é transmitida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aquela que toma conta do corpo como uma corrente elétrica quando tocamos a pessoa certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é querer ser amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é amar completamente só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amar de verdade, sem ter medo de viver, sem ter medo do depois. Amar e se entregar, e aprender a dar valor somente a quem te ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é ouvir a música que toca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é ouvir a sua consciência, acenando o tempo todo, mostrando nossas escolhas erradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é ditar regras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é seguí-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ter a noção exata de nossas próprias vidas, ao invés de ter noção das vidas dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é perguntar o que deseja saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é estar preparado para escutar esta resposta ou querer entender a resposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é chorar ou sorrir quando der vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é sorrir com vontade de chorar ou chorar de rir, de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é dar um beijo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é entregar a alma, sinceramente, por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é sair com várias pessoas ao longo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é entender que pouquíssimas delas vão te aceitar como você é e te fazer feliz por inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é ocupar um lugar na caderneta telefônica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é ocupar o coração de alguém, saber que se é realmente amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fácil é sonhar todas as noites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Difícil é lutar por um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eterno, é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundo, mas com tamanha intensidade, que se petrifica, e nenhuma força jamais o resgata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&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/4880611827221288014-7497948726344779038?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7497948726344779038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/reverencia-ao-destino.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7497948726344779038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7497948726344779038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/reverencia-ao-destino.html' title='Reverência ao destino.'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WrLFFB656kY/TzJjCF41fII/AAAAAAAABpA/HEji9_cVL8Q/s72-c/tumblr_lcemwbkBpH1qdldydo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2643758380327549698</id><published>2012-02-12T00:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T00:21:25.769-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogagem Coletiva - O amor Salva.'/><title type='text'>O AMOR SALVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ao meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“A felicidade se fez presente nos momentos que não planejei, a felicidade veio do seu olhar, das suas palavras, dos seus braços que me envolveram, do seu coração semeador de bondade e amor. Sentir seu colo,&amp;nbsp;é retomar a segurança que um dia perdi, é embalar na melodia que ainda criança me fez dormir. Seus olhos de beleza infinita são calmaria a me fitar. Nas suas palavras, no seu silêncio, encontrei guarita, encontrei a paz. Suas mãos suaves e seguras me conduzem por um caminho feito de céu, de terra, de mar, de&amp;nbsp;alegria que não mais&amp;nbsp;conhecia. Eu nada peço, eu nada quero além desse momento, e enquanto durar saibamos saborear essa simplicidade que nos fez redescobrir o prazer de viver. Nessa estrada tenhamos força necessária para vencer os obstáculos. Que o amor seja nosso melhor amigo, que a cumplicidade seja nossa brincadeira favorita, e quando nosso caminho não mais florescer, mesmo&amp;nbsp;a&amp;nbsp;terra tendo sido&amp;nbsp;adubada, saibamos nos despedir com a mesma humildade que tivemos quando por meio DELE nos conhecemos".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Esta é a minha participação na Blogagem Coletiva: "O Amor Salva" - Diários de Bordo da &lt;a href="http://diariosdebordo-2.blogspot.com/2012/02/blogagem-coletiva-sobre-amor.html"&gt;Aleska&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-2643758380327549698?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2643758380327549698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-salva.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2643758380327549698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2643758380327549698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-amor-salva.html' title='O AMOR SALVA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aj_JcTIO3oE/TzT1P0RVflI/AAAAAAAABpY/dYZAieiWuyQ/s72-c/selo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-3258477914794232391</id><published>2012-02-08T01:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T07:41:34.672-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>História de vida - Duas em uma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos que revelam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afeição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumplicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afetos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois sabemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a bagagem que levamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São do mesmo peso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emoções travadas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram escritas com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinta.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-3258477914794232391?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3258477914794232391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/historia-de-vida-duas-em-uma.html#comment-form' title='62 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3258477914794232391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3258477914794232391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/historia-de-vida-duas-em-uma.html' title='História de vida - Duas em uma.'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CaNfKTdcXeA/TzJxPVFls4I/AAAAAAAABpQ/GPHdnFWs0XA/s72-c/tumblr_l7igidrq001qcl1vfo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>62</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1809299198576630285</id><published>2012-02-08T01:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T01:44:38.808-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Mergulhei nesse momento, o ar que me faltou foi vida que dentro de mim habitou".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Cada dia um movimento, cada felicidade um momento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-2489122132052173844?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2489122132052173844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/cada-dia-um-movimento-cada-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2489122132052173844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2489122132052173844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/cada-dia-um-movimento-cada-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEkDb047knU/Ty1t5zvDtFI/AAAAAAAABoI/XbMM4SDyv6E/s72-c/caminhando+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-6752617450294080394</id><published>2012-02-03T10:49:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T10:50:35.221-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>CONVITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Venha comigo, irmão! &lt;br /&gt;
Vamos sair por aí, &lt;br /&gt;
De mãos dadas... &lt;br /&gt;
Pelas ruas da cidade, &lt;br /&gt;
Campos ou jardins, &lt;br /&gt;
Como quando crianças, &lt;br /&gt;
Onde tudo era sonho, &lt;br /&gt;
Beleza, esperança! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Venham comigo crianças &lt;br /&gt;
De almas puras, &lt;br /&gt;
Atitudes ingênuas, &lt;br /&gt;
Sem através da malícia, &lt;br /&gt;
Vamos todos brincar... &lt;br /&gt;
De rodas, esconde-esconde &lt;br /&gt;
Achar graça em tudo, &lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo quando a vida &lt;br /&gt;
Nos negar o motivo &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então... sejamos felizes! &lt;br /&gt;
A vida vale... &lt;br /&gt;
Vale tudo que quiser &lt;br /&gt;
O que vier a ser &lt;br /&gt;
Só não vale dizer: &lt;br /&gt;
“Cansei de viver” &lt;br /&gt;
Porque assim, &lt;br /&gt;
mataremos a alegria &lt;br /&gt;
do ontem que se foi &lt;br /&gt;
abortaremos os amanhãs &lt;br /&gt;
Que ainda por nascer! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Caminhemos na mesma luz &lt;br /&gt;
Direção ao sol! &lt;br /&gt;
Vamos transpor abismos, &lt;br /&gt;
As fendas profundas &lt;br /&gt;
Da ignorância, &lt;br /&gt;
Que tentarão nos impedir &lt;br /&gt;
De alcançarmos o ideal, &lt;br /&gt;
Que é transformar o mundo &lt;br /&gt;
Num imenso paraíso! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos!...Juntos seremos mais, &lt;br /&gt;
Sonharemos grandes sonhos, &lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo que apenas sonhos, &lt;br /&gt;
É tudo que temos agora. &lt;br /&gt;
E quem não tem um sonho &lt;br /&gt;
Está morto, ou...nunca viveu! &lt;br /&gt;
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Vamos então...braços dados &lt;br /&gt;
A mesma fé, a mesma direção, &lt;br /&gt;
Não estaremos sós! &lt;br /&gt;
Outros juntarão a nós, &lt;br /&gt;
Então seremos mais... &lt;br /&gt;
Muito mais...a sonhar &lt;br /&gt;
Muito mais a conquistar! &lt;/div&gt;
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Eunice Zem Verdi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-6752617450294080394?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6752617450294080394/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/convite.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6752617450294080394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6752617450294080394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/convite.html' title='CONVITE'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NkIuhmainPM/TyvXpD5xZQI/AAAAAAAABnw/wsmp9EVMzWk/s72-c/irm%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7319011098138716743</id><published>2012-02-02T07:59:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:01:07.703-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>PRESENÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Busco
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imagem, &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;traços
físicos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;mas
em vão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;desvaneceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;da
saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;seu
interior reaparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Íntegro,intacto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então,
você surge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;com
força total!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(Poema feito por Leda em homenagem ao seu pai, logo após seu falecimento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-7319011098138716743?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7319011098138716743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/presenca.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7319011098138716743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7319011098138716743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/02/presenca.html' title='PRESENÇA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xVwy2X-uBmY/TyFasMdoFDI/AAAAAAAABmM/BUp8h_njQrc/s72-c/DSC04807-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4069802916357587190</id><published>2012-01-31T21:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:18:38.246-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lenda Africana'/><title type='text'>O SAPO E A COBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEANt8mrNxw/TyghyJ83hYI/AAAAAAAABm4/WDH3trP3JDg/s1600/Fotos+com+estrela6-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEANt8mrNxw/TyghyJ83hYI/AAAAAAAABm4/WDH3trP3JDg/s400/Fotos+com+estrela6-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma vez um sapinho que encontrou um bicho comprido, fino, brilhante e colorido deitado no caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Alô! Que é que você está fazendo estirada na estrada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Estou me esquentando aqui no sol. Sou uma cobrinha, e você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Um sapo. Vamos brincar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eles brincaram a manhã toda no mato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou ensinar você a pular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E eles pularam a tarde toda pela estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Vou ensinar você a subir na árvore se enroscando e deslizando pelo tronco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eles subiram. Ficaram com fome e foram embora, cada um para sua casa, prometendo se encontrar no dia seguinte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Obrigada por me ensinar a pular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Obrigado por me ensinar a subir na árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em casa, o sapinho mostrou à mãe que sabia rastejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem ensinou isso para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- A cobra, minha amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Você não sabe que a família Cobra não é gente boa? Eles têm veneno. Você está proibido de brincar com cobras. E também de rastejar por aí. Não fica bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em casa, a cobrinha mostrou à mãe que sabia pular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Quem ensinou isso para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- O sapo, meu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Que besteira! Você não sabe que a gente nunca se deu bem com a família Sapo? Da próxima vez, agarre o sapo e... Bom apetite! E pare de pular. Nós cobras não fazemos isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte, cada um ficou na sua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;- Acho que não posso rastejar com você hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A cobrinha olhou, lembrou do conselho da mãe e pensou: "Se ele chegar perto eu pulo e devoro ele. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas lembrou-se da alegria da véspera e dos pulos que aprendeu com o sapinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Suspirou e deslizou para o mato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Daquele dia em diante, o sapinho e a cobrinha não brincaram mais juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ficavam sempre no sol, pensando no único dia em que foram amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-color: white; margin-top: 6pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lenda africana.&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/4880611827221288014-4069802916357587190?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4069802916357587190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-sapo-e-cobra.html#comment-form' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4069802916357587190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4069802916357587190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-sapo-e-cobra.html' title='O SAPO E A COBRA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEANt8mrNxw/TyghyJ83hYI/AAAAAAAABm4/WDH3trP3JDg/s72-c/Fotos+com+estrela6-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8874316043872373829</id><published>2012-01-31T07:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T07:26:22.219-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>DESIDERATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rJywkRhWk4/Tx2uDgbZCkI/AAAAAAAABk0/7KR9dm2Vx5M/s1600/DSC04670-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rJywkRhWk4/Tx2uDgbZCkI/AAAAAAAABk0/7KR9dm2Vx5M/s320/DSC04670-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do
Latim 'desideratu': aquilo que se deseja; aspiração - texto
encontrado na velha igreja de Saint Paul, Baltimore, datado de 1692.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vá
placidamente entre o barulho e a pressa e lembre-se da paz que pode
haver no silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tanto
quanto possível, sem capitular, esteja de bem com todas as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fale
a sua verdade calma e claramente; e escute os outros, mesmo os
estúpidos e ignorantes; também eles têm a sua história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Evite
pessoas barulhentas e agressivas. Elas são tormento para o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se
você se comparar a outros, pode tornar-se vaidoso e amargo; porque
sempre haverá pessoas superiores e inferiores a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desfrute
suas conquistas assim como seus planos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mantenha-se
interessado em sua própria carreira, mesmo que humilde; é o que
realmente se possui na sorte incerta dos tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Exercite
a cautela nos negócios; porque o mundo é cheio de artifícios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas
não deixe que isso o torne cego à virtude que existe; muitas
pessoas lutam por altos ideais; e por toda parte a vida é cheia de
heroísmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seja
você mesmo. Principalmente não finja afeição, nem seja cínico
sobre o amor; porque em face de toda aridez e desencantamento ele é
perene como a grama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Aceite
gentilmente o conselho dos anos, renunciando com benevolência às
coisas da juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cultive
a força do espírito para proteger-se num infortúnio inesperado.
Mas não se desgaste com temores imaginários. Muitos medos nascem da
fadiga e da solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Acima
de uma benéfica disciplina, seja bondoso consigo mesmo. Você é
filho do universo, não menos que as árvores e as estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Você
tem o direito de estar aqui. E, quer seja claro ou não para você,
sem dúvida o universo se desenrola como deveria. Portanto, esteja em
paz com Deus, qualquer que seja sua forma de concebê-lo e seja qual
for a sua lida e as suas aspirações, na barulhenta confusão da
vida, mantenha-se em paz com a sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com
todos os enganos, penas e sonhos desfeitos, este é ainda um mundo
maravilhoso. Esteja atento. Empenhe-se em ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8874316043872373829?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8874316043872373829/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/desiderata.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8874316043872373829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8874316043872373829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/desiderata.html' title='DESIDERATA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rJywkRhWk4/Tx2uDgbZCkI/AAAAAAAABk0/7KR9dm2Vx5M/s72-c/DSC04670-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-6273449680701936194</id><published>2012-01-29T21:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:32:08.511-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>SEJA FELIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSfNGDxQK8c/Tx6s4fQ0O4I/AAAAAAAABlM/Y_vQmjul9KY/s1600/DSC02914-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SSfNGDxQK8c/Tx6s4fQ0O4I/AAAAAAAABlM/Y_vQmjul9KY/s320/DSC02914-1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #000066; font-size: x-small;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não olhe a tristeza do homem destruindo uma floresta, olhe sim a beleza de uma flor brotando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não sinta a chuva ácida queimar as coisas, sinta o frescor de uma chuva após um dia quente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não imagine a poluição dos mares e nas praias, mas imagine o nado de um golfinho numa água cristalina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não escute o barulho de uma máquina barulhenta, escute sim o canto dos pássaros em uma floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não fique triste com um amor que te deixou, mas fique alegre com os amores que ainda estão por vir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Não chore por uma morte de uma pessoa querida, dê gargalhadas por uma vida nascida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="background-color: white; color: #000066;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas pessoas só se lembram das coisas ruins do mundo, das tristezas que o mundo oferece; Temos que lembrar que o mundo não é perfeito, mas que existem coisas perfeitas nele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Existem coisas maravilhosas neste mundo, aproveite sua vida observando as coisas lindas deste mundo, pois a vida é curta e depois da morte, ninguém sabe o que esta por vir; Talvez um lugar melhor que este, ótimo, esperamos que sim, mas também pode ser um lugar pior, ou que não seja nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Veja a felicidade nas coisas simples, pois a felicidade é simples, não tente complicar uma coisa simples, pois a simplicidade é o caminho para a Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;Leamir Miranda da Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amores da minha  vida,  às vezes precisamos de um tempo para refletir, e foi isso que eu fiz, me dei esse tempo. Me sinto à vontade para dividir esse momento com vocês,  e sabem por quê? Porque receber carinho, e amizade sem quaisquer cobrança, ou julgamento é gratificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado pelo carinho de todos, agradeço aos amigos que passaram mais de uma vez por aqui, vocês são muito especiais, carinhosos, e fraternos. Sou muito observadora,  eu jamais me esquecerei da sensibilidade de cada um de vocês.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vão bora? &amp;nbsp;Começo a semana sorrindo, você me acompanha?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu abraço carinhoso a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vejo o mundo tão bonito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Feito de cores e amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me canso de conhecê-las&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A cada dia um ser a me encantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A me fazer sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo é mesmo cheio de surpresas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De coração, e braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Abertos recebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A todos, porque os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Amo como irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sonho um mundo assim para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo solidário, fraterno,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo onde o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ao próximo seja abundante, sem reservas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;No meu caminho não me esqueço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Das pessoas que me ajudam, que trabalham por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trabalho de amor, de compaixão, de solidariedade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A elas sou gratidão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo ajoelhar-me, beijar suas mãos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Olhar nos seus olhos, e dizer-lhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado por ser generoso, solidário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigado por ser humilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que nada diz, mas ao mesmo tempo diz tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque sua sabedoria reside no seu silêncio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu silêncio faz ecos de reflexão, de aprendizado, de sentimentos, os mais profundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Através dessas palavras, eu lhe digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-Obrigado por estender as mãos, afagar meus cabelos, enxugar minhas lágrimas. Obrigado por amar o próximo com devoção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu pai, Aristides, era um homem alegre, brincalhão, e trabalhador. Seu ofício era
oleiro, e sua olaria ficava a alguns quilômetros da minha casa, num
bairro chamado Rolador. Naquela época não havia asfalto, a estrada
era de terra, em volta somente cana de açúcar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um caminhão Chevrolet, era o veículo usado para
transportar os tijolos feitos na olaria. &amp;nbsp;As cores do caminhão eram branco e laranja, e nós o chamávamos de Leão. Meu pai virava dia e noite
trabalhando, fazendo tijolos. Para  os tijolos ficarem prontos,
secos, na tonalidade desejada demorava até dois dias. Eu me lembro
que havia dois cavalos, eles ficavam rodando em círculos, preparando
o barro com a água para fazer os tijolos.  O barro - matéria prima
- era colocado em formas retangulares e depois queimado em fornos a
lenha, imensos. Depois de cozido, os tijolos ficavam dentro do forno
por mais um tempo, para esfriar e não rachar, um processo artesanal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma vez
estava eu na Olaria, meu pai e seu ajudante carregavam o caminhão de
tijolos, quando apareceu uma cobra grande. Meu pai mandou que eu
subisse na cabine do caminhão, pegou uma enxada, e com toda força
acertou a cobra, matando-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; Os
tijolos eram vendidos, e também trocados por bens, um negócio comum
naquela época. Muitas vezes trocava-se tijolos por terrenos, e nesses
terrenos meu pai construía casas para vender ou alugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu pai
gostava muito de viajar, mas devido ao seu serviço, fez apenas pequenas viagens. Não podia deixar a olaria nas mãos do seu ajudante. Além de fazê-los, também transportava os tijolos vendidos, pois seu ajudante não dirigia. Pretendia viajar mais com minha mãe, após sua aposentadoria, mas infelizmente isso não foi possível, pois faleceu aos 56 anos,
vítima de câncer linfático.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meu pai foi um homem bom, trabalhou muito para proporcionar o melhor para sua família. Tivemos uma vida simples, mas nada nos faltou, principalmente amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&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/4880611827221288014-8254322334784861353?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8254322334784861353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/oficio-oleiro.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8254322334784861353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8254322334784861353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/oficio-oleiro.html' title='Ofício :Oleiro'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D5-ftOUYXK0/Tx2ci5ZEVFI/AAAAAAAABkc/0AUYAmNDVVE/s72-c/DSC00498-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-5570774631972578199</id><published>2012-01-24T07:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T08:11:16.333-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASE'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, mas o seu eco é infindável".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-5570774631972578199?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5570774631972578199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-palavras-de-amizade-e-conforto-podem.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5570774631972578199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5570774631972578199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/as-palavras-de-amizade-e-conforto-podem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ttb5bDMBtwQ/Tx5-s1rj7wI/AAAAAAAABlE/CkdwUU-w-6Y/s72-c/luiza_14_08_2011+469-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1183950729658491918</id><published>2012-01-22T21:40:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T08:32:10.634-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>FIM DE TARDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;De quando
em quando&lt;br /&gt;folhas secas, já desbotadas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tremulam
ao vento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;agitam
campaínhas imaginárias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vagens
escuras, compridas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;oscilam
pendentes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;nos magros
ramos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;dos
flamboyants ressequidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cigarras
zunem,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;tico-ticos
dão “bom dia “,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o
bem-te-vi, emite som agudo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;o pássaro
preto faz sinfonia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;João !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Casei!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Com quem?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Co’a
filha do rei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então
fique, fique&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;fique de
uma vez “.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bem perto
o “sem fim”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;pede bis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E a tarde
que parece&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;não fazer
nada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;vê o seu
fim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="CENTER" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leda
Coletti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-1183950729658491918?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1183950729658491918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/fim-de-tarde.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1183950729658491918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1183950729658491918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/fim-de-tarde.html' title='FIM DE TARDE'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9mh-0Qp0S1M/TxyeKOgB1JI/AAAAAAAABkE/5WoJY_gyEF8/s72-c/Imagem+178-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-6628012972442059301</id><published>2012-01-21T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T18:27:31.825-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Por que as pessoas entram na sua vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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Pessoas entram na sua vida por uma "Razão", uma "Estação" ou uma "Vida Inteira". Quando você percebe qual deles é, você vai saber o que fazer por cada pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando alguém está em sua vida por uma "Razão"... é, geralmente, para suprir uma necessidade que você demonstrou. Elas vêm para auxiliá-lo numa dificuldade, te fornecer orientação e apoio, ajudá-lo física, emocional ou espiritualmente. Elas poderão parecer como uma dádiva de Deus, e são! Elas estão lá pela razão que você precisa que eles estejam lá. Então, sem nenhuma atitude errada de sua parte, ou em uma hora inconveniente, esta pessoa vai dizer ou fazer alguma coisa para levar essa relação a um fim. Ás vezes, essas pessoas morrem. Ás vezes, eles simplesmente se vão. Ás vezes, eles agem e te forçam a tomar uma posição. O que devemos entender é que nossas necessidades foram atendidas, nossos desejos preenchidos e o trabalho delas, feito. As suas orações foram atendidas. E agora é tempo de ir.&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando pessoas entram em nossas vidas por uma "Estação", é porque chegou sua vez de dividir, crescer e aprender. Elas trazem para você a experiência da paz, ou fazem você rir. Elas poderão ensiná-lo algo que você nunca fez. Elas, geralmente, te dão uma quantidade enorme de prazer... Acredite! É real! Mas somente por uma "Estação".&lt;br /&gt;
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Relacionamentos de uma "Vida Inteira" te ensinam lições para a vida inteira: coisas que você deve construir para ter uma formação emocional sólida. Sua tarefa é aceitar a lição, amar a pessoa, e colocar o que você aprendeu em uso em todos os outros relacionamentos e áreas de sua vida. É dito que o amor é cego, mas a amizade é clarividente. Obrigado por ser parte da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pare aqui e simplesmente SORRIA.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Trabalhe como se você não precisasse do dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;
Ame como se você nunca tivesse sido magoado, e dance como&lt;br /&gt;
se ninguém estivesse te observando."&lt;br /&gt;
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"O maior risco da vida é não fazer NADA."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Martha Medeiros&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/4880611827221288014-6628012972442059301?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6628012972442059301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-que-as-pessoas-entram-na-sua-vida.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6628012972442059301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6628012972442059301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/por-que-as-pessoas-entram-na-sua-vida.html' title='Por que as pessoas entram na sua vida?'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3hgtwYNFYEQ/Txn177LUoNI/AAAAAAAABj8/us1Uq3pMH2o/s72-c/394897_262658220464376_100001606007804_739343_2108620568_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-109754678452425072</id><published>2012-01-20T10:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T10:59:49.590-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>FORÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Estou rompendo &lt;/div&gt;
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O fardo pesou&lt;/div&gt;
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Agradar a todos&lt;/div&gt;
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Me desagradou!&lt;/div&gt;
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Estou rompendo&lt;/div&gt;
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Com sentimentos &lt;/div&gt;
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Com sonhos&lt;/div&gt;
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Que não pude realizar&lt;/div&gt;
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Porque outros sonhos&lt;/div&gt;
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Agora vou buscar&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha essência&lt;/div&gt;
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Minha esperança&lt;/div&gt;
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Meus ideais&lt;/div&gt;
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São diamantes&lt;/div&gt;
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Lapidados&lt;/div&gt;
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Com &lt;/div&gt;
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Força&lt;/div&gt;
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Fé&lt;/div&gt;
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Amor!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ivana.&lt;/div&gt;
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&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/4880611827221288014-109754678452425072?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/109754678452425072/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/forca.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/109754678452425072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/109754678452425072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/forca.html' title='FORÇA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v5UrUCHcgLs/TxljiggIMaI/AAAAAAAABjs/MSszD7_BeMo/s72-c/Azul%252Bvista%252Bgeral-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7444555659095445544</id><published>2012-01-19T17:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:47:34.758-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>MIRAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma miragem&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu vivi&lt;/div&gt;
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Ainda ontem &lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te vi&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoje nem poeira&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem pegadas&lt;/div&gt;
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Nem cinzas &lt;/div&gt;
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Um caminho &lt;/div&gt;
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Com outros&lt;/div&gt;
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Caminhantes.&lt;br /&gt;
A saudade&lt;br /&gt;
Me conduz&lt;/div&gt;
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Onde &lt;br /&gt;
Um&amp;nbsp;sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
Me invade&lt;br /&gt;
Porque fascínio&lt;br /&gt;
Assim&lt;br /&gt;
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Vi.&lt;br /&gt;
Agora&lt;br /&gt;
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Encontro.&lt;/div&gt;
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O dia &lt;/div&gt;
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A semana&lt;/div&gt;
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Se passou...&lt;/div&gt;
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Por onde&lt;br /&gt;
Anda você?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Existem caminhos, existem pessoas, e existe você, meu bem querer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Ivana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-7444555659095445544?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7444555659095445544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/miragem.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7444555659095445544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7444555659095445544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/miragem.html' title='MIRAGEM'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OtaPrrdEdlU/TxhbwXe3F0I/AAAAAAAABjU/Fso0lmc7WvI/s72-c/DSC05128-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-6902102523918577086</id><published>2012-01-19T08:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:27:45.148-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>CAMINHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYuxahkiEH8/TxWe9P4FfuI/AAAAAAAABik/RAdvyMDVi7A/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYuxahkiEH8/TxWe9P4FfuI/AAAAAAAABik/RAdvyMDVi7A/s320/amor.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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....O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor...Não importam as dores, as angústias...Nem as decepções que vou ter que encarar...Escolhi ser verdadeiro...No meu caminho, o abraço é apertado...O aperto de mão é sincero...Por isso, não estranhe a minha maneira de sorrir...De te desejar o bem...Eu sou aquela pessoa que acredita no bem...Que vive no bem e que anseia o bem...Por isso, não estranhe se eu te abraçar bem apertado...Mesmo que seja só em pensamento...Se eu me emocionar com a sua história...Se eu chorar junto com você...Afinal de contas...Somos gente e gente que fez a opção pelo bem...É assim que eu enxergo a vida...E é só assim que eu acredito que valha a pena viver...Viver com emoção, com verdade e com amor....&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Você escolhe qual caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-6902102523918577086?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6902102523918577086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/caminhos.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6902102523918577086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6902102523918577086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/caminhos.html' title='CAMINHOS'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nYuxahkiEH8/TxWe9P4FfuI/AAAAAAAABik/RAdvyMDVi7A/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4475178433532177397</id><published>2012-01-19T08:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:21:34.869-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>VIAGEM DO CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma viagem na emoção&lt;/div&gt;
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Os sentimentos em ebulição&lt;/div&gt;
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o pensamento no singular &lt;/div&gt;
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não quer ficar&lt;/div&gt;
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e o coração não &lt;br /&gt;quer se aquietar!&lt;/div&gt;
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A mente parece não sossegar&lt;/div&gt;
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será que ela não cansa &lt;/div&gt;
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de maquinar?&lt;/div&gt;
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E eu que só quis no meu&lt;/div&gt;
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canto ficar, pensando &lt;/div&gt;
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que ele não &lt;/div&gt;
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ia me encontrar... mas&lt;/div&gt;
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não é que ele chegou &lt;/div&gt;
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sem me avisar?!&lt;/div&gt;
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E agora? &lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei &lt;/div&gt;
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o que fazer com &lt;/div&gt;
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esse sentimento&lt;/div&gt;
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que sem permissão &lt;br /&gt;invadiu meu &lt;br /&gt;coração! &lt;/div&gt;
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Ivana&lt;/div&gt;
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2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-4475178433532177397?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4475178433532177397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/viagem-do-coracao.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4475178433532177397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4475178433532177397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/viagem-do-coracao.html' title='VIAGEM DO CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AbN-NpQwwso/TxftzwzFE7I/AAAAAAAABi8/XWe0Ng21tHQ/s72-c/passeio_bal%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-571855586814861194</id><published>2012-01-18T10:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:37:32.915-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônica'/><title type='text'>De navio, da Itália para o Brasil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Foi através de um&amp;nbsp; cruzeiro, que eu pude sentir a emoção de ver mais próximo o céu, a lua e as estrelas mais nítidas, a imensidão do mar e a grandeza de Deus. E foi nesta viagem que pude refletir a sensação e emoção que meus avós paternos Marcelo Vacchi e Rosa Chiarion sentiram no ano de 1897 quando vieram da Itália para o Brasil a bordo do navio Humberto I. Marcelo e Rosa moravam na Itália, região de Rovigo; resolveram vir para o Brasil depois que o nono Marcelo serviu o exército, antes da 1ª. Guerra Mundial. Recém casados, com uma filha de apenas três meses de idade chamada Lina, vieram com seus irmãos tentar uma vida melhor trabalhando na cultura de café que na época estava em alta no Brasil.&lt;/div&gt;
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A viagem demorou mais de um mês e eles vieram no porão do navio, a nona dizia que tinha muito medo, pois só via água e quando morria alguém, jogavam ao mar. Chegando no porto de Santos, logo foram levados a São Paulo até a “ Hospedaria dos Imigrantes”, onde importantes fazendeiros como a Baronesa&amp;nbsp; de Resende, Prudente de Morais, Almeida Prado e outros estavam esperando para levar os imigrantes recém chegados para trabalharem em suas fazendas.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nono Marcelo e nona Rosa foram morar na fazenda dos pais de Prudente de Morais, o primeiro presidente civil do Brasil. A fazenda ficava na região de Piracicaba.&lt;/div&gt;
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A casa era um sobrado antigo, a família Morais já estava morando na cidade de Piracicaba. Nona Rosa tinha medo a noite, não tinha luz, e ela dizia ouvir barulhos e também de ver um bicho grande de olhos vermelhos, que puxava o lençol da cama, arrastava cadeiras e mesa da sala. Os vizinhos diziam que a casa era mal assombrada.&lt;/div&gt;
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O nono trabalhava na roça, com cultura de café, onde havia muitas cobras coral. Ele não tinha medo, pegava o cabo da enxada, matava a cobra, pendurava-a na cerca e continuava capinando. Ficaram ali por alguns anos e depois foram trabalhar na “Fazenda Costa Pinto”, onde a vida começou a melhorar um pouco, pois passou a ganhar mais. Só que o nono tinha que atravessar o rio Corumbataí todos os dias de balsa para trabalhar, e seu cachorrinho preto chamado Lulu o acompanhava, porém dentro do rio nadando ao lado da balsa. A nona levava almoço todos os dias para o nono, também de balsa, e voltava depressa pois deixava as crianças sozinhas em casa.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas a nona Rosa queria voltar à Itália junto da sua família. Ela escrevia e enviava cartas para seus familiares, e recebia de volta algumas cartas também, o que fazia aumentar a saudade, porém o nono estava gostando muito do Brasil e dificilmente voltaria. O nono era muito trabalhador, e um dia conversando com um de seus amigos que morava na cidade, recebeu um convite para trabalhar na Escola Agrícola, atual ESALQ. O nono ficou entusiasmado com a oportunidade e aceitou o convite. Com isso, resolveu mudar, alugou uma casa no bairro Alto perto da “padaria Monteiro”, e começou a trabalhar nas terras e jardins da Escola Agrícola.&lt;/div&gt;
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Durante este período nasceram outros filhos, Zilda e Primo. A nona cuidava da casa, deixava as crianças com a vizinha quando era hora de levar o almoço para o nono, perto das 9h00. O nono estava geralmente nas plantações, e ali mesmo ele almoçava na sombra de uma das árvores da Escola Agrícola. Tudo isso se passou em meados de 1905.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Mas nona Rosa queria ajudar o nono Marcelo a ganhar mais dinheiro, pois o sonho era de voltar à Itália. O nono trabalhou na Escola Agrícola cerca de 2 anos, e depois foram morar em um sítio de um conhecido chamado Sr. Caetano, que ficava no bairro de Dois Córregos, a casa era de barro com buracos na parede. Na mudança para a nova casa levaram um guarda-louças, uma prateleira, uma mesa pequena, banquinhos de caixote. O fogão era de lenha, a cama era feita de uma tábua entre cavaletes, o colchão era feito de palha de milho e o travesseiro era feito com penas de galinha. Como a terra era boa, logo o nono colheu batata, mandioca, milho, cará e abacaxi. Muito alegre e satisfeito, nono Marcelo comprou uma carroça e um burro que o ajudavam a transportar os frutos colhidos na sua plantação, que eram vendidos no Mercado Municipal assim como nas ruas da cidade. A nona criava galinhas, plantava verduras, laranjas e ajudada o nono na roça depois que terminava de arrumar a casa. Logo a nona Rosa estava grávida do quarto filho que veio nascer ali neste sítio, e o quarto filho recebeu o nome de Dante. Com isso, seus filhos eram Lina, Zilda, Primo e Dante.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;
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Quando as crianças cresceram também ajudavam na roça, e o dinheiro ganho pela família era guardado em uma latinha. Mas o nono queria mesmo é ter o seu próprio sitio, pois já tinha bastante experiência no cultivo da terra e vontade de trabalhar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Foi economizando até que um dia seu amigo chamado Angelo, que também viera da Itália e morava próximo, disse ter um sitio à venda logo em frente de sua casa, também no bairro de Dois Córregos. O sítio possuía dois alqueires e tinha uma casa de tijolos. Foram ver a casa e a nona gostou muito. O nono tinha umas economias e seu amigo Angelo emprestou o restante para fechar o negócio. Depois de alguns meses se mudaram para seu próprio sítio.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nono Marcelo estava feliz pois depois de tantas mudanças estava em seu sitio, mas a nona não desistia da idéia de voltar á Itália, dizia estar com saudades da mama. Ali o nono plantou café, um pomar com várias espécies de laranjas, plantou cereais, fez um galinheiro, uma cocheira e um rancho onde guardava a carroça, as ferramentas e a colheita.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nona e os filhos ajudavam muito o nono no sítio, e a vida foi melhorando. Os filhos cresceram, casaram e começaram a vir netos, mas nono não estava bem de saúde, não conseguia comer e pedia para a nona Rosa: “faz polenta com frango, estou com vontade”. Numa tarde, sentado na mesa com a família, ele falou “não dá mais, não consigo comer”, saiu da mesa e foi deitar. Com o passar do tempo, o nono foi enfraquecendo e como na época não havia na cidade médicos especialistas, o nono Marcelo ficou acamado e veio a falecer em casa.&lt;/div&gt;
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A nona e os filhos ficaram tristes, mas continuaram lutando, mantendo sempre os ensinamentos do nono.&lt;/div&gt;
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A nona Rosa desistiu de voltar à Itália. Quando vieram os netos que alegria, ela dava banho de bacia em cima do fogão de lenha, ela era alegre e falava tudo em Italiano. Um dia ela mandou a costureira vizinha chamada Madalena e de apelido “Inha“ fazer um vestido marrom de seda. Depois de alguns dias que ela foi provar o vestido, passou mal de madrugada, chamou sua filha Zilda e segurando em suas mãos, disse “vou morrer”. E assim foi, chamaram os vizinhos, mas nada puderam fazer para salvar a nona. Mesmo assim, a costureira “Inha“ veio com o vestido marrom e terminou de costurá-lo em seu corpo sem vida e a nona foi enterrada com ele.&lt;/div&gt;
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Lembranças de meus avós, Marcelo e Rosa, pais de meu pai Dante, que através de um cruzeiro que fiz recentemente, tive a inspiração de escrever esta história. Ainda hoje tenho comigo as cartas originais vindas dos familiares da Itália.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sabe o que eu quero de verdade?! Jamais perder a sensibilidade, mesmo que às vezes ela arranhe um pouco a alma. Porque sem ela não poderia sentir a mim mesma...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&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/4880611827221288014-1613806658463356847?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1613806658463356847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/saudade.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1613806658463356847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1613806658463356847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE...'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OEcA30HAZ5E/TvB70Qd6nzI/AAAAAAAABPU/zXCBszlJsG8/s72-c/luiza_14_08_2011+730-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-9164938324688965878</id><published>2012-01-15T00:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:53:01.272-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>LIBERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muitos são os escravos por opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E não condição, escravos do poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo fazem para não perdê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esquecem valores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas será que os tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Diz bom dia quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lhe convém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E só&amp;nbsp;visita para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Informar alguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se é meu amigo quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Todo dia um bom dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se é meu irmão quero seu perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se é meu filho quero seu mimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Somos todos escravos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas cada um escolhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sua escravidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Escravos da liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah esta tal?!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tão almejada quando jovens e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quando se pega o gosto então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Para todo sempre queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esta condição!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Somos escravos dos filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dos netos, da família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Somos escravos do amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Juvenil, maduro, doce e amargo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Somos escravos desse sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que nos alimenta e nos impulsiona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Para frente e às vezes para trás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Precisamos ser mais escravos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Do perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Da amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Da solidariedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Eu me encolho cada vez que te vejo,&amp;nbsp;dentro de mim não cabe mais nenhum sentimento".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-7492755870914767459?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/7492755870914767459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-me-encolho-cada-vez-que-te-vejo-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7492755870914767459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/7492755870914767459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-me-encolho-cada-vez-que-te-vejo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3RczITYZ4M/TwMCp3UAS2I/AAAAAAAABXk/kppXTcwSLWU/s72-c/TIMIDE%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4247083981560294584</id><published>2012-01-14T08:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T08:23:02.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombras   -     Miosótis do Campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bem dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o mito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;platônico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Idéias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;são sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;sem luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Na gruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;refletem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;imagens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;opacas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de um mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;lá fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que os homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;crêem reais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas qual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;se apaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;caverna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;perpétua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;do eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;não ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; não ser!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu queria que o tempo &lt;br /&gt;tivesse parado.... &lt;br /&gt;quando saíamos juntas, e&lt;/div&gt;
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Andávamos de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou, &lt;br /&gt;madura, &lt;br /&gt;independente e &lt;br /&gt;questionadora &lt;br /&gt;se tornou! &lt;br /&gt;Devo me preparar, &lt;br /&gt;pois com o tempo &lt;br /&gt;novos rumos irá tomar.&lt;br /&gt;Para onde será que a &lt;br /&gt;faculdade a levará? &lt;br /&gt;Só o futuro me dirá! &lt;br /&gt;Longe ou perto seu &lt;br /&gt;caminho seguirá, &lt;br /&gt;pois o melhor para você &lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe reservará! &lt;br /&gt;E quando se casar? &lt;br /&gt;Será que alguns netinhos &lt;br /&gt;me dará para a saudade &lt;br /&gt;com eles me confortar? &lt;br /&gt;É cedo demais para esses &lt;br /&gt;pensamentos eu ficar? &lt;br /&gt;Acho que não, pois &lt;br /&gt;ainda ontem eu tinha você &lt;br /&gt;em meus braços e hoje &lt;br /&gt;olha que moça &lt;br /&gt;graciosa está! &lt;/div&gt;
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Dezembro/2008&lt;/div&gt;
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Amanda, minha filha, hoje cursando 2º ano da Faculdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-5563617045564088328?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5563617045564088328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-vida.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5563617045564088328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5563617045564088328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/minha-vida.html' title='Minha vida.'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SbRAxBSrNJQ/TxA4H5-L_bI/AAAAAAAABfE/2fmmj5J-Ruc/s72-c/NATAL2011+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4936700550388401474</id><published>2012-01-12T08:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T08:31:09.910-02:00</updated><title type='text'>COLCHA DE RETALHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas recordações vieram em minha mente, &lt;br /&gt;ao abrir um saco de retalhos guardado no baú &lt;br /&gt;que eu guardava o enxoval do casamento. &lt;br /&gt;Costurando, recortando retalho fui guardando &lt;br /&gt;cetim branco, foi um lindo vestido de noiva. &lt;br /&gt;Tafetá rosa vestiu jovem no baile de formatura, &lt;br /&gt;estampado foi sarongue da festa e Baile do &lt;em&gt;Hawaii&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;o vermelho de crepe na noite de um feliz natal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras estampas e cores complementam &lt;br /&gt;a linda colcha de retalho que costurei. &lt;br /&gt;De retalho em retalho, fui montando &lt;br /&gt;em cada quadrado uma recordação &lt;br /&gt;dos momentos que vivi com emoção. &lt;br /&gt;Como um simples saco com retalhos, &lt;br /&gt;nos leva a tantas e belas recordações?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Passei uma tarde inteira deste verão &lt;br /&gt;relembrando as inesquecíveis estações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seria tudo &lt;br /&gt;
tão simples, &lt;br /&gt;
tão bonito, &lt;br /&gt;
se as pessoas &lt;br /&gt;
se tocassem &lt;br /&gt;
com carinho, &lt;br /&gt;
se falassem &lt;br /&gt;
sem medo, &lt;br /&gt;
confessassem &lt;br /&gt;
que se querem &lt;br /&gt;
e tentassem &lt;br /&gt;
se embolar, &lt;br /&gt;
rodando juntas &lt;br /&gt;
sem parar, &lt;br /&gt;
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Leda Coletti - Escritora e Poetisa &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É bom amar e poder em versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo, tudo é especial em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você soubesse meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quantos versos eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiz para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que escrevo é para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Somente para você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adubada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma ótima semana a todos!&lt;/em&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/4880611827221288014-5079483655718167835?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5079483655718167835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sejamos-terra.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5079483655718167835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5079483655718167835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/sejamos-terra.html' title='SEJAMOS TERRA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pCtFBdDVQn8/Twq8yCx_4oI/AAAAAAAABc8/kjTFWAyTPVU/s72-c/NATAL2011+034-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-13799988725235815</id><published>2012-01-08T08:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T09:41:59.075-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>VONTADE E OUSADIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É preciso
vontade para olhar para frente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para continuar sonhando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para ser verdadeiro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para manter-se fiel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para olhar para os outros,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para olhar-se por dentro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para ser responsável,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para ser livre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para ser você mesmo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para ser gentil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para arriscar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para ser terno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para reconhecer os erros
alheios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para acolher os próprios
limites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para sobreviver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para viver com sabor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para ficar só,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para estender as mãos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para fazer muitas coisas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para fazer tudo bem
feito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para alcançar metas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para recomeçar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para ver os acontecimentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para interpretá-los.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para falar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para silenciar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;É preciso vontade para correr,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Mas é preciso ousadia para saber parar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Canísio Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/i&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/4880611827221288014-13799988725235815?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/13799988725235815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/vontade-e-ousadia.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/13799988725235815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/13799988725235815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/vontade-e-ousadia.html' title='VONTADE E OUSADIA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhKXISe9oIQ/TwlzPPpgskI/AAAAAAAABbs/UQqq9Qw4jmo/s72-c/DSC04932-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1907530147866469368</id><published>2012-01-07T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:44:44.941-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artigo'/><title type='text'>O PERDÃO SALVA, O ÓDIO MATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O ódio, infelizmente, vem avançando assustadoramente sobre a face terra. Em praticamente todos os lugares, vimos à insensatez prosperar, enquanto o perdão que salva o ser humano, continua a ser cada vez mais ignorado.Vivemos neste mundo presos a duas situações: “O perdão que salva, e o ódio que mata!” Com qual dos dois sentimentos preferimos pautar a nossa existência?&lt;br /&gt;A grande verdade, é que a maioria das pessoas não gostam mesmo de perdoar, achando que esse gesto se torna degradante para quem vier a praticá-lo. Tem sido esse o grande empecilho para que a paz esteja cada vez mais distante.&lt;br /&gt;Muito pelo contrário, enganam-se redondamente aqueles que assim pensam, pois, a força do perdão, é algo que rompe as piores barreiras onde somente aqueles que amam sabem assimilar o seu inestimável valor. A maior prova está em Jesus Cristo que venceu o mundo através do amor e do perdão!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus foi o maior exemplo de humildade que a humanidade já conheceu até hoje. Ao invés de condenar os seus algozes, perdoou a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Essa foi à lição mais marcante deixada pelo Divino Mestre a fim de que a seguíssemos visando à transformação deste nosso planeta, ainda mergulhado no desamor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca será demais falarmos de amor, de perdão, de paz, de solidariedade, a fim de que uma nova consciência seja implantada na mente humana como forma de combater as desgraças que presenciamos praticamente todos os dias e que nos deixam atônitos e perplexos diante da brutalidade que parece não ter mais fim.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso teremos sempre ao nosso alcance a solução definitiva para transformar o atual inferno em que muitos estão vivendo, naquele céu que habita o nosso coração e que a maioria ainda não o descobriu, onde somente o perdão poderá nos proporcionar o desfrutar dessa felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando isso acontecer realmente, o ódio perderá definitivamente a sua força e o perdão triunfará para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Aí sim, desfrutaremos da beleza do paraíso ainda nesta terra. Isso não é utopia - e sim - pura realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Experimentemos, para assim, conhecermos bem de perto a verdadeira alegria que vem de Deus ainda nesta vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugo Ferrari&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/4880611827221288014-1907530147866469368?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1907530147866469368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-perdao-salva-o-odio-mata.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1907530147866469368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1907530147866469368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-perdao-salva-o-odio-mata.html' title='O PERDÃO SALVA, O ÓDIO MATA'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U20WrZotfFo/TwbZegBXYuI/AAAAAAAABbU/-AV-kXj8-cc/s72-c/Judas+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8698236886510296906</id><published>2012-01-07T00:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T10:07:29.474-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“Tempos de escassez de atitudes de misericórdia – descartar uma pessoa é mais fácil do que se desfazer de um objeto de estimação. Falta estima pelo ser humano. Vivemos em uma sociedade em que o consumo coisifica a pessoa. Quanto mais se tem, mais se deseja e, quando não se tem, o desejo também faz questão de ficar".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gabriel Chalita&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/4880611827221288014-8698236886510296906?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8698236886510296906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/tempos-de-escassez.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8698236886510296906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8698236886510296906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2012/01/tempos-de-escassez.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdnDEll1v4k/Tvn2Y2HMpvI/AAAAAAAABR0/lq_DlvhuTYQ/s72-c/riodejaneiro+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-941319185066637540</id><published>2012-01-06T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:18:30.351-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>ESCASSEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Suas letras, seus números&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fizeram deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu sorriso outros portos avista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sua voz outros povos edifica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O silêncio&amp;nbsp;nunca antes ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agoniza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um adeus subtendido".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sublimemos, amor. Assim as flores &lt;br /&gt;
No jardim não morreram se o perfume &lt;br /&gt;
No cristal da essência se defende. &lt;br /&gt;
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Não caldeiam instintos sem o lume &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma vez uma ovelha chamada Maria. Onde as outras ovelhas iam, Maria ia também. As ovelhas iam para baixo Maria ia também. As ovelhas iam para cima, Maria ia também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia, todas as ovelhas foram para o Pólo Sul. Maria foi também.&amp;nbsp;E atchim! Maria ia sempre com as outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Ai que lugar quente! As ovelhas tiveram insolação. Maria teve insolação também. Uf! Uf! Puf!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maria ia sempre com as outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia, todas as ovelhas resolveram comer salada de jiló.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maria detestava jiló. Mas, como todas as ovelhas comiam jiló, Maria comia também. Que horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“Se eu não gosto de jiló, por que é que eu tenho que comer salada de jiló?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Maria pensou, suspirou, mas continuou fazendo o que as outras faziam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Até que as ovelhas resolveram pular do alto do Corcovado&amp;nbsp;pra dentro da lagoa. Todas as ovelhas pularam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pulava uma ovelha, não caía na lagoa, caía na pedra, quebrava o pé e chorava: mé! Pulava outra ovelha, não caía na lagoa, caía na pedra e chorava: mé!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim quarenta duas ovelhas pularam, quebraram o pé, chorando mé, mé, mé!&amp;nbsp;Chegou a vez de Maria pular. Ela deu uma requebrada, entrou num restaurante comeu, uma feijoada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, mé, Maria vai para onde caminha seu pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eles existem,&amp;nbsp; intercedem por nós. São sensitivos, estendem a mão, nos puxam para a superfície, querem nos ver aqui, bem e feliz. Eles nos conhecem, &amp;nbsp;mostram o caminho que nos traz paz. &amp;nbsp;Não ouvimos sua voz, mas sussurram bem querer,&amp;nbsp;podemos senti-los, e sua presença se faz forte, bonita, angelical.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo perdoam, nos acalmam, nos acolhem. Suas ações não são invisíveis, elas se perpetuam, pois elas vem de mãos e coração amorosos. Esse amor chega forte, bonito, como um rastro de arco-iris, como uma doce melodia que acaricia nossos ouvidos. Eles emanam uma energia que faz vibrar nossos corações. Desvendam, abrem caminhos que nos fazem chegar as palavras&amp;nbsp;necessárias para nos fortalecer,&amp;nbsp; como uma benção.&lt;/div&gt;
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Seres de grandeza superior, sua passagem é feita de afeto, de amor, de uma luz jamais vista. Anjos existem, se chegam voando ou de patinetes não sei dizer, mas sei que eles não nos abandonam, estão sempre conosco, e o que mais desejam é nos ver felizes!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não se trata de utilizar armações de arame, cola e penas. As asas as quais me refiro, são indestrutíveis e feitas de material etéreo e surreal, invisível aos olhos comuns.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Diz a lenda, que a cada boa ação que fazemos aqui na terra, um pedacinho de asa de anjo é acrescentado lá no céu, no par que nos aguarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais boas ações fizermos, mais bonito fica o nosso par de asas. Elas podem se tornar cintilantes, nacaradas, transparentes, coloridas, perfumadas, prateadas, douradas, acobreadas, furta-cores, do jeito que imaginarmos, pois são feitas de sonho e pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia, quando formos promovidos de estágio (o que as pessoas geralmente chamam de morte), elas estarão nos aguardando. Se os bons atos forem poucos, as asas serão pequenas e nos permitirão voos mais breves, mas se tivermos construído asas enormes e potentes, poderemos voar muito mais longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ajudar quem precisa, dizer boas palavras, amparar as crianças, acolher um animalzinho abandonado, dar alimento a quem tem fome, dar atenção ao idoso, ajudar, colaborar, trabalhar, sem esperar nada em troca. Dinheiro não é tudo e não edifica asas para ninguém. Ao contrario, pode atrasar sua confecção e adiá-la por tempo indeterminado. Ninguém chega ao céu sem um anjo que lhe indique o caminho. Eles nos reconduzem ao paraíso, nosso lugar de origem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chegará o dia em que todos seremos anjos. Cada pessoa terá seu par de asas. Alforriados da carne, todos seremos seres-borboleta, prontos a polinizar as flores da existência das pessoas ainda sem asas, ajudando-as a construírem as suas. Uma legião de entes alados pairando sobre a terra, dissipando nuvens negras e afastando auras negativas para longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Asas da doçura, da piedade, da compaixão, do amor, da fraternidade, da bondade, da solidariedade, enfim, asas são uma encantadora metáfora para designar o que é a alma. Livre dos grilhões do corpo, o espírito pode voar, planar, flutuar ao sabor dos pensamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda somos lagartas humanas, arrastando-nos com dificuldade. Um dia chegará a nossa vez de transmudarmos em entidades angelicais aladas. E alçaremos voos inimagináveis na amplidão infinita do universo com nossas diáfanas asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nesses 5 meses de blog, a sintonia com alguns amigos foi se intensificando com o tempo. Amigos queridos que nos encontramos  quase diariamente por meio de visitas e comentários.  Mesmo sendo virtuais, sabemos quem são nossos amigos. Não nos conhecemos pessoalmente, mas sentimos a essência de cada um por meio das suas palavras, dos seus comentários, e assim nasce um dos sentimentos mais bonitos numa relação, a cumplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A esses meus amigos queridos, agradeço o carinho, a amizade, o respeito, a convivência &amp;nbsp;prazerosa que tivemos neste ano. Que em 2012 possamos estar juntos novamente, dividindo emoções, alegrias, conquistas, poemas, artigos, palavras que acalantam a alma, que nos fazem refletir, que nos fazem pessoas melhores, mais humanas, mais solidárias, mais felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos, um Ano Novo feito de esperança de um mundo melhor, de pessoas melhores. Que a &lt;b&gt;bondade&lt;/b&gt;, o amor, a generosidade não sejam sentimentos de uma época, que eles se façam presentes  durante todo o ano vindouro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Um abraço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Essa frase “bom princípio de ano novo” me traz lindas e emocionantes recordações. Como se fosse ontem, me senti uma criança levantando bem cedinho no 1° dia do ano para pedir “bom principio de ano novo!!!” para todos os meus vizinhos e conhecidos do bairro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dê todo o amor que puder durante a tua existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Desde quando levantares até o anoitecer espalhe amor por todos os seus atos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não seja orgulhoso. Deixe que todos percebam o amor em todos os seus gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Seja amável, gentil e afável com todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenha vergonha de parecer frágil, pois amar é a maior demonstração de força que um ser humano pode expressar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenha medo de sofrer, pois quem ama sem egoísmo só tem alegrias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tenha receio de ser magoado ou traído. Quem ama não se engana, não é enganado. Somos nós que nos magoamos, pois ninguém pode ser magoado por outrem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, meu amigo, não economize amor, pois ele nunca acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Renasce e nasce todos os dias no nosso coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é uma Força que nos impulsiona para a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lembre-se que é dando que se recebe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais amor nós damos, mais recebemos. Não da mesma pessoa, e nem da mesma maneira, mas sempre mais do que demos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É preciso quebrar o gelo dessa sociedade pouco generosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, esbanje a sua maior riqueza, distribua amor de qualidade e quantidade ilimitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você receberá amor, não de um ou de outro ser humano que o cerca. Mas de todo o universo de seres a sua volta.Neste momento poderá sentir que estás vivo e tens alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não economize amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenha compaixão, compreensão e solidariedade. Seja misericordioso e tenha fé na verdade, na vida e em tudo que é bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor resiste a todos os desastres, a todas as injustiças e combate todo o mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ame sem mesquinhez, sem limites e sem julgamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Respeite as limitações alheias e as suas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Lute para o amor crescer e transpor suas raízes para todos a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só o amor nos faz lutar por aquilo que acreditamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor nos salva da ignorância, da discriminação, da arrogância e da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor liberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor não é um sonho. É uma atitude. É uma transformação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ele nunca te faltará, pois é um sentimento inesgotável, desde que você acredite nisso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Diferente feito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;o que queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para a família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Também desejamos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Justiça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fraternidade e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nOCUVNrSK4/TvG2EG_KsII/AAAAAAAABPs/WCTnm30Om-U/s1600/jesusfoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nOCUVNrSK4/TvG2EG_KsII/AAAAAAAABPs/WCTnm30Om-U/s320/jesusfoto.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tão bom falar do Menino Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;imaginá-lo vestindo túnica comprida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;bastos cabelos cheios de cachos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;olhos vivos, tez colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Imagino Jesus Menino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;à frente da casa de Nazaré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;brincando com outras crianças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;velados com carinho por Maria e José.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do que ele brincaria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pular corda, jogar bola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;pega-pega, esconde-esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ou o que lhe vinha na cachola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Como teria sido gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ter Jesus como companheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;na minha infância, na roça &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;tornando-se meu fiel parceiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Ele usaria calças curtas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;correria na campina, pantanal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;iria procurar ninhos de galinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;no meio do verde canavial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Será que disputaria meus livros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;ajudaria na tarefa semanal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;com certeza ele seria meu par&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;na dança de quadrilha do arraial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Saudade da imagem na capela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;onde Jesuzinho dizia sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;quando a moeda no cofrinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;estalava e fazia dim...dim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Outra imagem sua tocou-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;De joelhos, bumbum erguido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;trouxe-a de Fátima, Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;meu enfeite tão querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fique sempre ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;meu querido Jesus Menino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;vamos brincar, espalhar alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 2.5cm; text-align: center; text-indent: 1.25cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;extrair da vida o mais belo hino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Leda Coletti&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/4880611827221288014-3241643332062483664?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3241643332062483664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-menino-jesus.html#comment-form' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3241643332062483664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3241643332062483664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-menino-jesus.html' title='(Meu) Menino Jesus'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9nOCUVNrSK4/TvG2EG_KsII/AAAAAAAABPs/WCTnm30Om-U/s72-c/jesusfoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8552397359375111392</id><published>2011-12-20T15:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:37:18.497-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Acróstico de Natal'/><title type='text'>VOTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsH-cjm2Atw/Tt-SPXbb6OI/AAAAAAAABE4/MGWAZOs4SHs/s1600/DSCN4364-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsH-cjm2Atw/Tt-SPXbb6OI/AAAAAAAABE4/MGWAZOs4SHs/s320/DSCN4364-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;estividades,&amp;nbsp;presentes, comidas, alegrias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;stas são as cenas que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;temos&amp;nbsp;na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;embrança quando pensamos no Natal, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mportante também celebrarmos o nascimento daquele que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;elou e zela por nós:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;esses dias que antecedem o Natal, vamos pensar no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no que está quase terminando e arrumar um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;empinho para refletirmos sobre as nossas ações, contemplando o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no Novo com a pureza do olhar de uma criança, mantendo as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;uzes de natal acesas&amp;nbsp;durante todo ano vindouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meus queridos amigos, eu só tenho a agradecer todo carinho, afeto e amizade que eu recebi de todos neste ano. Nossa "convivência" diária formaram laços que nos unem&amp;nbsp;por meio&amp;nbsp;das palavras, e as palavras somadas formam um saldo muito positivo, porque só me trouxeram alegrias e emoções. Em 2012 vamos somar nossos afetos, multiplicar nossa amizade, dividir nossas alegrias, subtrair nossas tristezas, e juntos compartilharmos o amor que transborda de cada coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo a todos um &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Natal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;abençoado e um &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ano Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repleto de paz, alegrias e muitas realizações!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um abraço a todos, até semana que vem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivana&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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8552397359375111392?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8552397359375111392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/votos.html#comment-form' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8552397359375111392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8552397359375111392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/votos.html' title='VOTOS'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wsH-cjm2Atw/Tt-SPXbb6OI/AAAAAAAABE4/MGWAZOs4SHs/s72-c/DSCN4364-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-3824698402156624736</id><published>2011-12-20T07:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:37:38.325-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>TRANSFORMAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Ódio transbordando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pela boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Daqueles que pensam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que tudo pode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Maldade explícita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nas decisões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Imediatistas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pela sede de vingança, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Controle do poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Me permita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Continuar no palco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Da vida apresentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O espetáculo a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O maior telespectador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;De todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você tem guiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Meus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você tem sido a maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Testemunha da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você tem comprovado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O fortalecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Dos meus valores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Estava cega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você me curou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O colorido ficou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;No lugar do cinza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;doce no lugar do fel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;sorriso no lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Da tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Você é a água &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que sacia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Minha sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;alimento para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;remédio para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;paz para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivana&lt;/i&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/4880611827221288014-3824698402156624736?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3824698402156624736/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/transformacao.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3824698402156624736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3824698402156624736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/transformacao.html' title='TRANSFORMAÇÃO'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6xWEdLs6m8/TuVPW_0XA0I/AAAAAAAABH4/iNMgxM-p2vs/s72-c/5673328102_a0020365de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-7822903061041861074</id><published>2011-12-20T07:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:34:20.245-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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"Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida".&lt;/div&gt;
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Ontem, sábado, fiz um passeio diferente. Acordei às 5h para um passeio até a Serra do Japi. Viajamos de ônibus por duas horas, e quando chegamos na Serra, começamos a caminhada de 17 km por uma trilha de mata fechada. O objetivo da caminhada era chegar até uma cachoeira, e após 4h30 caminhando por uma trilha belíssima, com belas paisagens, flores, animais, nascentes, e também subidas e descidas íngrimes, finalmente chegamos na cachoeira.&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse cachorro nos acompanhou o tempo todo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Trilha de mata fechada, olha quanto verde, que bonito!&lt;/div&gt;
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Primeira parada: um descanso rápido... &lt;/div&gt;
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E um lanche.&lt;/div&gt;
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A natureza é linda, não é?&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma parada rápida...&lt;br /&gt;
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Uma fruta para repor as energias.&lt;/div&gt;
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Carro de apoio, para quem não aguenta o tranco, rss&lt;br /&gt;
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Muitas nascentes pelo caminho.&lt;/div&gt;
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E olha aí...uma picada de abelha!&lt;/div&gt;
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As flores.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vários pontos da caminhada.&lt;/div&gt;
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Leni e João, dois amigos que eu conheci na caminhada.&lt;/div&gt;
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Várias nascentes. Que maravilha!&lt;/div&gt;
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Vários pontos da cachoeira.&lt;/div&gt;
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Finalmente a cachoeira, onde todos se banharam em suas águas límpidas e frias. &lt;br /&gt;
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Gente! Olha meu sorriso, nesse momento a felicidade foi maior que o cansaço!&lt;/div&gt;
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Um ótimo domingo a todos!&lt;/div&gt;
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Ivana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-6462157044350514382?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6462157044350514382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-diferente.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6462157044350514382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6462157044350514382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/um-dia-diferente.html' title='Um dia diferente'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K36veoOOso8/Tu1GvUeD8BI/AAAAAAAABLY/UtGjLVEHVjI/s72-c/DSCN5060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1050735215742648939</id><published>2011-12-16T10:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:22:13.698-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto'/><title type='text'>Hoje as palavras me faltaram...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoje as palavras me faltaram....então os melhores sentimentos povoaram meu ser na intenção de algumas palavras lhe ofertar. Hoje as palavras me faltaram...mas o meu maior desejo é que seu caminho seja feito de flores, de amores, de tudo que possa fazê-lo cada vez mais amado e feliz. Mesmo no silêncio eu posso te ouvir, o seu silêncio ecoa as melhores vibrações. Quando encontro um rastro de amor e ternura sei que por aquele caminho você passou. Você se faz presente porque foi deixando a cada dia um pouquinho de você em mim, e a cada novo amanhecer fui aprendendo a conhecê-lo melhor, a cada novo amanhecer cresce em mim o desejo de compartilharmos um pouco dos nossos sonhos, um pouco do que somos, um pouco do que ainda vamos ser. Hoje as palavras me faltaram...mas o meu melhor desejo é continuar compartilhando com você um pouco de tudo que vivemos, um pouco de tudo que nos transformamos do que vivemos, um pouco do que ainda vamos ser com o que viveremos. Hoje as palavras me faltaram...mas eu lhe desejo um dia, um amanhã, e um 2012 feito de algo que não tenho as palavras exatas para lhe explicar, pois a dimensão do que lhe desejo ultrapassa qualquer medida, qualquer tamanho, qualquer peso, mas a dimensão do que lhe desejo cabe no tamanho do seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ivana&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/4880611827221288014-1050735215742648939?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1050735215742648939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje-as-palavras-me-faltaram.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1050735215742648939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1050735215742648939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje-as-palavras-me-faltaram.html' title='Hoje as palavras me faltaram...'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XZLaKfAitO8/TunHzJoGHHI/AAAAAAAABKo/E6oelqlPlFA/s72-c/DSCN4309-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1850766697717311081</id><published>2011-12-15T15:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T10:53:25.467-02:00</updated><title type='text'>RENDA-SE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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"Renda-se, como eu me rendi. Mergulhe no que você não conhece como eu mergulhei. Não se preocupe em entender, viver ultrapassa qualquer entendimento".&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="aut"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;NATAL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tempo de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tempo de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tempo onde os melhores sentimentos se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Manifestam em nossos corações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Amor, paz, perdão, compaixão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Celebração do nascimento do&amp;nbsp;menino&amp;nbsp;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vamos abrir nossos corações e ofertá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Com os valores mais preciosos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Justiça, solidariedade, fraternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Assim uma grande festa no seu lar vai se realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Na sua mesa o pão não vai faltar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;No seu coração o amor vai reinar, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Na sua casa JESUS vai habitar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;E UM&lt;/span&gt; ANO NOVO &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;REPLETO DE REALIZAÇÕES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8089617895075051910?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8089617895075051910/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html#comment-form' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8089617895075051910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8089617895075051910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_g-A3ooq1as/TunWQ2websI/AAAAAAAABKw/V_miEPmTh-k/s72-c/luiza_14_08_2011+748-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-6679604351906335425</id><published>2011-12-14T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T09:39:28.768-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BOM VELHINHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Nesta época, vejo enfeites de Natal, Papai Noel e muitos brinquedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Crianças escolhendo presentes, tudo é&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;muito mágico e iluminado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Do fogão de lenha, e enchia meu sapato de balas coloridas, e&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;pela manhã eu ficava feliz e olhando a chaminé, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;imaginando como o Bom Velhinho entrou por ai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Não tinha&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;brinquedo, nem panetone, na sala um presépio e à noite missa do galo,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;no almoço de natal, frango&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;assado com macarronada, tubaína e gengibirra, sobremesa uva rosada da parreira do quintal e crústoles da nona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-901433338336220275?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/901433338336220275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-medo-alegre-o-de-te-esperar.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/901433338336220275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/901433338336220275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-medo-alegre-o-de-te-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8FgDHsXXpUk/TudR1oJGLZI/AAAAAAAABIo/tdXY2EOHgSk/s72-c/Sorriso+inocente+%252836%2529%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2749198187025954628</id><published>2011-12-13T11:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:36:02.617-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto - Reflexão'/><title type='text'>HOJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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Hoje sou paz, sou amor, sou alegria, sou um pouco de tudo que vivi. Não foram só alegrias, mas preservo as mais doces lembranças, preservo meu sonho. Vejo as pessoas como um bem precioso, como um presente DIVINO que&amp;nbsp;devo cuidar com&amp;nbsp;carinho, com respeito, com amor, com afeto. Quero todos, todos ao meu lado para que possamos juntos viver um novo tempo, e nesse tempo não haja egoísmo, maldade, sofrimento. Esse meu sonho se faz real quando em cada canto que&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;passo um pouco de&amp;nbsp;afeto e ternura espalho, e o tempo vai me devolvendo uma brisa suave que acaricia meu rosto, que me faz sorrir, que me faz feliz. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivana&lt;/em&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/4880611827221288014-2749198187025954628?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2749198187025954628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2749198187025954628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2749198187025954628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7JQX24Z0dI/TuchRgZ1qsI/AAAAAAAABIg/xBiSEX2y4p4/s72-c/biblioteca_pe%25C3%25A7a_passeio+222-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2540421918780760945</id><published>2011-12-12T07:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:39:43.219-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artigo'/><title type='text'>AS PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otYvyBNFMl4/TuXIdw8fBBI/AAAAAAAABIA/PLVOIJOV1-Q/s1600/klimt-gustav-a-arvore-da-vida-friso-stoclet-c-1909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otYvyBNFMl4/TuXIdw8fBBI/AAAAAAAABIA/PLVOIJOV1-Q/s320/klimt-gustav-a-arvore-da-vida-friso-stoclet-c-1909.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;Árvore da Vida - Gustav Klimt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Como as palavras podem chegar até as pessoas? Em um livro, artigo ou crônica, uma palavra ou frase pode coincidir com o momento de vida da pessoa que lê, tendo um valor e peso absurdo, mesmo não&amp;nbsp;sendo&amp;nbsp;o objetivo&amp;nbsp;do autor.&amp;nbsp;Quem escreveu, vivenciou os fatos ou são fictícios, mas nada direcionado exclusivamente a um leitor, nada pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando se trata de sentimentos, a&amp;nbsp;força da palavra é infinitamente maior, porque as pessoas sensíveis&amp;nbsp;viajam pelo mundo das palavras, absorvendo-as&amp;nbsp;conforme o momento que estão vivenciando.&amp;nbsp;Cada pessoa vive seus sentimentos de forma única: uns mais racionais, outros mais emocionais que se entregam de corpo e alma, sofrendo as consequências da intensidade dos seus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Qual o efeito que uma palavra pode ter na sua vida? Quando você lê uma crônica, um livro,&amp;nbsp;ou um artigo, e algo lhe chamou a atenção e mexeu com você, com certeza você vai voltar para ler e reler várias vezes, aceitar ou não, algo vai despertar em você: dúvida, raiva, alegria, tristeza e uma força que estava adormecida renasce para que você possa reagir e transformar sua vida. A palavra tem esse poder, cabe a cada um usá-la em sua vida da melhor forma possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivana&lt;/i&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/4880611827221288014-2540421918780760945?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/2540421918780760945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-palavras.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2540421918780760945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/2540421918780760945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-palavras.html' title='AS PALAVRAS'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otYvyBNFMl4/TuXIdw8fBBI/AAAAAAAABIA/PLVOIJOV1-Q/s72-c/klimt-gustav-a-arvore-da-vida-friso-stoclet-c-1909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8105620775486776441</id><published>2011-12-11T10:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T10:24:59.656-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texto - Reflexão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08qwlnTsgns/TuSgiNjEyGI/AAAAAAAABHo/IpvRO0unhyE/s1600/DSC03795-3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08qwlnTsgns/TuSgiNjEyGI/AAAAAAAABHo/IpvRO0unhyE/s320/DSC03795-3.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Posso, tudo posso Naquele que me fortalece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada e ninguém no mundo vai me fazer desistir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quero, tudo quero, sem medo entregar meus projetos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deixar-me guiar nos caminhos que Deus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;desejou pra mim e ali estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou perseguir tudo aquilo que Deus já escolheu pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou persistir, e mesmo nas marcas daquela dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do que ficou, vou me lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E realizar o sonho mais lindo que Deus sonhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em meu lugar estar na espera de um novo que vai chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou persistir, continuar a esperar e crer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mesmo quando a visão se turva e o coração só chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas na alma, há certeza da vitória".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="aut" style="background-color: white; display: block; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 35px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px; text-align: center;"&gt;Padre Fabio de Mello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8105620775486776441?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8105620775486776441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/posso-tudo-posso-naquele-que-me.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8105620775486776441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8105620775486776441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/posso-tudo-posso-naquele-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08qwlnTsgns/TuSgiNjEyGI/AAAAAAAABHo/IpvRO0unhyE/s72-c/DSC03795-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-1942677456002075740</id><published>2011-12-10T18:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T18:21:41.099-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>ACENO DE PAZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGUdHcmTxiM/TuOpfa5hN4I/AAAAAAAABHI/Tne-_sG7CoU/s1600/3628699825_c8147c159a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGUdHcmTxiM/TuOpfa5hN4I/AAAAAAAABHI/Tne-_sG7CoU/s320/3628699825_c8147c159a.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Na agonia do amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As palavras saem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emolduradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De incertezas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De inseguranças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não são&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Versos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feitos pela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ausência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;
Sim da&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Presença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eternizou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuva mansa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Temporal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nas mãos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um lenço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Branco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aceno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-1942677456002075740?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/1942677456002075740/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/aceno-de-paz.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1942677456002075740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/1942677456002075740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/aceno-de-paz.html' title='ACENO DE PAZ'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGUdHcmTxiM/TuOpfa5hN4I/AAAAAAAABHI/Tne-_sG7CoU/s72-c/3628699825_c8147c159a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-5231279464151786530</id><published>2011-12-10T08:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:32:42.098-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>SOU ASSIM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBUWzTymh9M/TuJMxaWRxCI/AAAAAAAABGg/_9POEtHGdaY/s1600/IMG_0554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBUWzTymh9M/TuJMxaWRxCI/AAAAAAAABGg/_9POEtHGdaY/s320/IMG_0554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou mudar para&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma platéia cheia encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vou driblar a saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem me perder na solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sou esse ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ri&lt;br /&gt;
Que chora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse preço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu pago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pra ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Incomoda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque a coragem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;De ser o que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não pede licença&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nem lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A coragem de ser&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;O que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não quer a todos agradar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas quer sim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;De mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivana&lt;/i&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/4880611827221288014-5231279464151786530?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/5231279464151786530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/sou-assim.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5231279464151786530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/5231279464151786530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/sou-assim.html' title='SOU ASSIM.'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LBUWzTymh9M/TuJMxaWRxCI/AAAAAAAABGg/_9POEtHGdaY/s72-c/IMG_0554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-3845273641911092672</id><published>2011-12-10T08:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T08:22:52.885-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRASE-REFLEXÃO'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d28cI45OoDI/TuI20tb4QMI/AAAAAAAABGY/sstY2D8roV0/s1600/luiza_14_08_2011+491-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d28cI45OoDI/TuI20tb4QMI/AAAAAAAABGY/sstY2D8roV0/s320/luiza_14_08_2011+491-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"No espelho da vida não desvio meu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque em cada face refletida traz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ensinamentos no meu caminhar".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ivana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-3845273641911092672?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3845273641911092672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-espelho-da-vida-nao-desvio-meu-olhar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3845273641911092672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3845273641911092672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-espelho-da-vida-nao-desvio-meu-olhar.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d28cI45OoDI/TuI20tb4QMI/AAAAAAAABGY/sstY2D8roV0/s72-c/luiza_14_08_2011+491-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-8542084486874795528</id><published>2011-12-09T06:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:55:14.085-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônica'/><title type='text'>No meio do caminho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKGb63F63T0/TuDp7dsvgLI/AAAAAAAABGA/8VA193SE0rQ/s1600/070311132555DSC06350+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKGb63F63T0/TuDp7dsvgLI/AAAAAAAABGA/8VA193SE0rQ/s320/070311132555DSC06350+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As vidas vão seguindo em frente sem nenhum traçado, mas com muitas expectativas. Pais procuram encaminhar seus filhos pelos caminhos que eles conhecem e talvez até escolhidos por eles, que indubitavelmente, no seu parecer seria o melhor. &amp;nbsp;Muitos seguem pela vida encontrando pedras para se desvencilharem, outros pensam que a vida é um mar de rosas, aqueles outros não conseguem enxergar o quanto seu caminho é asfaltado, com sinalização, arvoredos e bons ares perfumados para aspirarem e chegarem ao bom termo da vida. Mas, encontram sempre uma árvore no seu caminho para se chocarem ou se desviarem da sua rota. Isso me faz lembrar uma história que ouvi contar pela minha mãe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um menino árabe passava por uma estrada e encontrou uma árvore no meio do caminho. Ele usou sua sombra para descansar e ao despertar percebeu que nela havia frutos saborosos nunca vistos por ele. Faminto, foi subindo nos galhos e apanhou muitos frutos até se saciar, guardando em um odre muitos deles, que se conservaram naquele local úmido e chegaram até o final da caminhada. Ao chegar todos da família se admiraram com aqueles frutos desconhecidos para eles e foram comendo e então seus pais e irmãos gostaram tanto dos frutos que guardaram suas sementes pensando em plantá-las.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com paciência e muita dedicação, conseguiram com o tempo formar um pomar, com um tipo de fruto incomum naquela região. Essa família por seus esforços se tornou próspera, usando técnicas de agricultura, plantando hectares de damasco, e melhorando financeiramente com a venda desses frutos. Nas gerações seguintes, começaram a&amp;nbsp; industrializar as frutas, selecionando sementes, usando técnicas de colheita, estocagem, e técnicas de desidratação, fazer compotas, e secar os frutos, conseguindo vender seus produtos para todo o país e até para países estrangeiros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sua família se uniu cada vez mais e deixou a pobreza pela visão e esforço de todos. Portanto, esse menino achou uma árvore no meio do seu caminho e tirou o maior proveito dela. A vida é assim: se achar uma pedra também poderá usá-la para fazer o melhor uso dela, dependendo do seu interesse e otimismo. Ela poderá ser um calcário, um granito, um mármore numa pedreira ou uma pedra preciosa, dependendo do seu entusiasmo, força de vontade e visão de futuro. Nem sempre é um problema, mas sim uma solução.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elda Nympha Cobra Silveira é escritora, poetisa e artista plástica.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-8542084486874795528?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/8542084486874795528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-meio-do-caminho.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8542084486874795528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/8542084486874795528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-meio-do-caminho.html' title='No meio do caminho...'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tKGb63F63T0/TuDp7dsvgLI/AAAAAAAABGA/8VA193SE0rQ/s72-c/070311132555DSC06350+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-3598937738762204500</id><published>2011-12-08T08:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:24:58.210-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônica'/><title type='text'>PASSAGENS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoTitle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVrkoSDLlsw/TuCPrBS8VQI/AAAAAAAABF4/5EaVSnx1pMk/s1600/modern_art_paintings_21st.-merello._figura_con_brazo_naranja.jpg+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVrkoSDLlsw/TuCPrBS8VQI/AAAAAAAABF4/5EaVSnx1pMk/s320/modern_art_paintings_21st.-merello._figura_con_brazo_naranja.jpg+%25281%2529.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;José Manuel Merello Arvilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jamais conseguirei escrever tudo o que intenciono: lembranças, registros históricos passados e presentes, e mais, projeções, sonhos, que envolvem passagens engraçadas, coloridas, matizadas, coisas intrigantes, temas sobre os amigos, relativos aos amores que tive. Passagens da minha vida, da minha vivência junto a pessoas de idades diferentes, de personalidade vária. Passagens de mim, emotivas, envolventes, tímidas, que podem causar diferentes sentimentos, gestos espontâneos, envolvimentos, sorrisos e sustos. Enfim, pura emoção! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Idealizo também pintar, não uma natureza-morta, uma tela de formas contemporâneas, mas uma paisagem estranha. uma forma humana construída com pontos de interrogação, de exclamação, vírgulas, pontos finais e pontos e vírgulas, tudo em cores vibrantes, amenizadas pelas perguntas e respostas, que farão contraste por causa das tonalidades claras. Corpo estranho, meio humano, meio grotesco, figura inespecífica e inexata, corpo desconhecido que pode representar qualquer ser, qualquer imagem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pensei em pintar um auto-retrato! Mas descobri que a minha imagem se encontra no meu relicário e não deve ser exposta assim, sem mais nem menos. Para mim, a imagem de todas as pessoas está bem guardada em seus respectivos relicários, que devem ser abertos com muito cuidado! Quando a imagem é exposta, na certa, o coração pulsará descompassadamente, porque nesse momento ela desnuda os envolvimentos amorosos presentes e passados! Somente o retorno à escuridão, na qual sempre viveu, dará conta de acalmá-lo, tornando-o feliz e ritmado outra vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Não desisti do meu intento por causa disso, somente compreendi que tudo deve acontecer no seu tempo exato, como os fenômenos naturais acontecem segundo as regras precisas da física... Para que os fenômenos humanos também ocorram na mesma ordem, devemos ser sensíveis, cumprimentar as pessoas, devemos ser alegres, cantar, e se possível, distribuir gotículas de amor junto com o vento que acaricia o nosso rosto. Devemos ainda enxergar no nosso redor o outro, o próximo, falar com ele palavras coerentes, estimuladoras, porque não existe no mundo quem não precise de um alento, de elogios diretos, ditos olho no olho, e carinho, tudo isso que é capaz de elevar a auto-estima.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Porque na rotina diária da nossa vida nos confrontamos com contratempos, e por isso é importante que cada um tenha a sensibilidade de estender a mão para quem está desarvorado e não consegue distinguir o que positivo do que é negativo nas situações que enfrenta. Tudo são passagens, na verdade, aquela atravessada pelo desarvorado e a outra que mostra como podemos ser mais humanos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Aracy Duarte Ferrari&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-3598937738762204500?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/3598937738762204500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/passagens.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3598937738762204500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/3598937738762204500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/passagens.html' title='PASSAGENS'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVrkoSDLlsw/TuCPrBS8VQI/AAAAAAAABF4/5EaVSnx1pMk/s72-c/modern_art_paintings_21st.-merello._figura_con_brazo_naranja.jpg+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-2541170684359231935</id><published>2011-12-07T16:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T16:32:19.035-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POEMA'/><title type='text'>Promessa e Evento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNEnlsQPDSg/Tt-wYe9wW2I/AAAAAAAABFY/ld0TTEU8EeY/s1600/santaolimpia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HNEnlsQPDSg/Tt-wYe9wW2I/AAAAAAAABFY/ld0TTEU8EeY/s320/santaolimpia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Deus nos prometeu asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Fortes da águia, renovadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vida nova em cada casa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Fazer forte a alma cansada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Força múltipla fornece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Para quem quer mais vigor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Cada um de Deus carece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Para ter paz e amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Essa força prometida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Veio com a porta de luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Abundância e nova vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quando então nasceu Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Abram neurônios, vontade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Fibras abram, ó multidões!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vão a Ele com humildade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Levem a Deus suas orações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Graças dêem no Natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Entre, ó povo bendito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O Senhor abriu um portal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nas estrelas do infinito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Lídia Sendin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;“Faz forte o cansado...os que esperam no Senhor renovam as suas forças, sobem com asas, como águias, correm e não se cansam, caminham e não fatigam.” Isaias 40:29a -31&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um pouco de música para nossos ouvidos, para nossos corações, para nossa alma, para aliviar a dor, para esquecer a tristeza. Para que a esperança renasça em cada amanhecer. Para que a bondade, a generosidade estejam presentes nas nossas ações, nas nossas palavras, em cada coração. Façamos da nossa sensibilidade uma forte aliada na arte da compreensão. Quando compreendemos, não julgamos. Quando julgamos, não compreendemos. Vamos bailar nossos corpos ao som dessa melodia, como um sopro de&amp;nbsp;ternura,&amp;nbsp;de esperança,&amp;nbsp;de vida, de amor.&amp;nbsp;Quando o Natal se aproxima, as emoções se afloram, ficamos mais sensíveis. Aproveitemos essas emoções para fazer um amanhã diferente, um mundo melhor, com mais paz, alegria, união, fraternidade, solidariedade para si e para todos os irmãos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-6871375579205016862?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/6871375579205016862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/vazio.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6871375579205016862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/6871375579205016862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/vazio.html' title='VAZIO'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4uqrOfBVqE/Tt3b9TpAuiI/AAAAAAAABDc/_tsBEvemues/s72-c/DSC05089-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4658662990611965020</id><published>2011-12-02T11:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T11:12:43.918-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>O ENCANTO DE CADA MOMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmWzJ-79J3o/TtjM5FPRHyI/AAAAAAAABC8/arxhznrD7UY/s1600/Espiral.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmWzJ-79J3o/TtjM5FPRHyI/AAAAAAAABC8/arxhznrD7UY/s320/Espiral.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida lhe foi oferecida nessa espantosa sincronicidade do Universo, na qual você desenvolveu um verdadeiro triatlo com tantos milhões de outros concorrentes e se fez vencedor. Você é absolutamente único e constitui uma experiência que nunca mais será repetida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Carrega no bojo da vida esse algo extraordinário que o fez vencer tantos milhões de indivíduos - quase a população de todos os países da Europa juntos - que com a mesma garra e vontade nadaram, correram e no supremo esforço de ganhar a vida perderam para você que fecundou o óvulo e se constituiu pessoa vitoriosa, premiada com a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Está então no seu cerne esse extraordinário potencial de luta, de otimismo, de garra e de vencedor. Você possui essa força estupenda, raíz de sua verdadeira existência. Deus o fez gigante como seu representante na Terra para que tirasse da essência da vida essa força espantosa capaz de tudo enfrentar e tudo desenvolver. Ele lhe deu esse acreditar perene em suas possibilidades infinitas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Busque com todas as suas forças essa verdade incontestável do divino que você é. E se você não acredita em você, acredite em Deus, que fez você à sua imagem e semelhança e proporcionou essa espantosa oportunidade de você exuberar diante da vida, vibrando a cada instante com toda a intensidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida é uma passagem gloriosa de uma oportunidade imperdível. Nada vale a pena se não se puder usufruí-Ia em todo o seu esplendor e encantamento, por isso pense longe, pense alto e dignifique seu direito de viver completo e completamente liberto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele lhe deu o passaporte da vida e salvo-conduto pelo livre-arbítrio, por isso a felicidade existe e depende somente de você. Faça sua vida direcionada para a verdade e para a felicidade; afinal, a felicidade é química. Temos de trabalhar constantemente, levando nossa mente a se orientar no sentido de buscar sempre pensamentos que a otimizem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A felicidade é algo que faz parte da embalagem da vida. Temos de fazer valer a vontade do Criador, que não quer ver sua obra máxima triste e derrotada. Ele o fez para ter saúde, sucesso, otimismo e felicidade. Ele o quer querido e alegre, saudável e feliz. Perceba o quanto você é bendito por ter sido escolhido para esta viagem sem par, capaz dos sentimentos mais puros e grandiosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que por meio dessa reflexão você possa ter entendido sua força e suas perspectivas infinitas de uma vida plena e de como você é maravilhoso: Perceba a vida! Sinta-a presente em todo o seu corpo e tome conhecimento denso e profundo dela com essa fantástica experiência que está à sua frente agora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nada é mais importante que viver o momento presente intensamente, porque essa é a verdadeira vida. Comemore essa dádiva imensa de saúde, de sua encantadora família, de seus amigos. Pais valorizando seus filhos, essa magia da vida; os filhos concentrando em seus pais, fato primeiro da possibilidade dessa experiência de viver. A esposa saudando seu companheiro e valorizando sua existência. O marido saudando essa imensa força que recebe dela.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Veja quantas coisas boas já temos para agradecer e quantas outras maravilhosas ainda nos aguardam em cada alvorecer. Busque a felicidade! Como já dizia um poeta, talvez no século XIX: "Felicidade, árvore frondosa de dourados pomos. Existe, sim, mas nós nunca a encontramos porque ela está sempre apenas onde nós a pomos, e nunca a pomos onde nós estamos...". Palavras sábias e encantadoras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então coloque a felicidade ao seu alcance e a saboreie na mais esplêndida conquista, a maior de toda a nossa vida. Dê-se conta desse privilégio e o use ao máximo. Não deixe nada para depois. O momento é sagrado e constitui a única maneira de se viver intensamente. O passado é algo que não mais existe - já se foi. Serve apenas como referência. Da mesma maneira, o futuro também não existe, pois quando ele passar pelo presente você estará ausente pensando no futuro. Muitas pessoas realmente não vivem, porque estão ausentes da vida que passa encantada à sua frente. O presente é uma dádiva de Deus. É o momento que espera ser vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso não pense, faça! Por isso não pense, viva! Por isso não pense, curta! Não é uma discussão filosófica falar sobre a importância de se estar no presente vivendo o momento; é questão de inteligência, porque não existe outra forma de se viver realmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Então viva cada maravilhoso momento que lhe é oferecido, porque ele passará célere... Curta ao máximo, porque ele é sempre único. E sempre maravilhoso! Mergulhe em cada um deles intensamente, porque é a única possibilidade concreta que a vida lhe oferece. Viva intensamente esse momento grandioso que passa agora sobre sua cabeça! Respire fundo... Deixe-o penetrar pelos seus poros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não fique nunca à espera de momentos célebres, porque célebre é o momento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Do livro: A Semente da Vitória, de Nuno Cobra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880611827221288014-4658662990611965020?l=reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/feeds/4658662990611965020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-encanto-de-cada-momento.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4658662990611965020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880611827221288014/posts/default/4658662990611965020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reservadeemocoes.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-encanto-de-cada-momento.html' title='O ENCANTO DE CADA MOMENTO'/><author><name>Ivana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12966928874323433430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--OoYoYwY9xI/Ti200S3mXVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/wHJ1bghcVfc/s220/DSC04103-4.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmWzJ-79J3o/TtjM5FPRHyI/AAAAAAAABC8/arxhznrD7UY/s72-c/Espiral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880611827221288014.post-4760620054966983925</id><published>2011-12-01T01:00:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:29:19.854-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crônica'/><title type='text'>AS RENDAS DE MINHA AVÓ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1NDLAOB1Bc/TtT5LZPtMlI/AAAAAAAABBA/vBZTHslC_S4/s1600/oscar-pereira-da-silva-costurando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T1NDLAOB1Bc/TtT5LZPtMlI/AAAAAAAABBA/vBZTHslC_S4/s320/oscar-pereira-da-silva-costurando.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oscar Pereira da Silva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não tive muito contato com minha avó materna, que faleceu quando eu contava apenas cinco anos de idade. Mas através de minha mãe, eu e minhas irmãs e irmão, ouvíamos atentos as sagas familiares que ela ouvira desde criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Minha avó aportou no Brasil, recém casada, vinda da Itália, aos dezoito anos. Nunca mais retornou ao seu país de origem que ficou guardado na memória e nas lembranças de infância.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma mulher muito bonita e determinada que enfrentou inúmeras dificuldades num país estranho, costumes e língua bem diferentes e a saudade que teve de amargar pelo resto da vida da sua terra natal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os filhos foram chegando. Treze ao todo, mas vingaram dez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto trabalho, peças para cozer, tachos de doces, compotas, roupas para lavar, engomar, num tempo de dinheiro escasso. Mesmo com tantas crianças para cuidar, ainda sobrava-lhe tempo para bordar, tricotar e fazer crochê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Naquela época não havia empregadas, nem eletrodomésticos. Tudo era feito manualmente e em casa. As
