<?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-6060361642690866505</id><updated>2011-12-13T10:24:44.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ॐ Me dá licença que vou beijar o céu ۞</title><subtitle type='html'>"Flores na cabeça, os pés descalços e uma vida de paz"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-822687400340241075</id><published>2010-11-23T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:25:58.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Estou inquieta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não mexo, fico imóvel, parada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero falar, não falo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esbravejar, gritar, falar, falar, falar discompasadamente, até ficar rouca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silêncio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas silêncio, ouço os carros na rua, o ranger da porta, o barulho do teclado, minha mente não para de pensar, pensa, pensa e nada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Chove, cinza, uma fresta na janela, uma árvore, sozinha, eu enfrentado o pior castigo a convivência com a minha inquietação. Um livro ao meu lado, terminei-o hoje de manhã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sinto um buraco no estômago, um vazio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Algo me paralisa aos poucos, vejo o telefone, não ligo, não posso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Ouço, ouço tudo, menos tua voz tranqüila, agora não deixam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tudo bem, respiro fundo, talvez se não pensar em nada não sentirei nada, vamos tentar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não funciona, não desligo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Me faço forte, me vejo vitima, não, não sou vitima, mas as vezes sou fraca, posso ser fraca?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; O que fazer? O que fazer? Silêncio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Uma cor? Branco, branca, ausência pela Física.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ânimo: cinza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-822687400340241075?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/822687400340241075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/11/estou-inquieta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/822687400340241075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/822687400340241075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/11/estou-inquieta.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8101928757565277093</id><published>2010-11-08T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T06:59:19.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Eu considero masoquismo aturar sem queixa uma porção de pessoas, eu detesto gente burra e vivo me encontrando com elas."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maysa Matarazzo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;E isso acontece com uma freqüência maior do que gostaria, melhor, do que é possivel aguentar, mas...tudo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Não, não está tudo bem, isso seria aceitar fácil e uma acomodação ignorante da minha parte, e não sou tão passivel assim. Sou até muito teimosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Na realidade acho que estou com preguiça de pensar, melhor, estou convivêndo muito com individuos assim (alguns) não todos, mas a convivência estraga. Mas o lado bom sempre é encontrado, achei material de estudo (frio e calculista) da minha parte, eu sei, mas é necessário. Andei notando que existe alguns seres humanos extremamente egoístas, incapazes de pensar no seu próximo, e sim apenas no seu próprio bem estar, a harmonia existe, contanto que se concorde com um lado da moeda. Sem perguntas, explicações ou sentimentalismos. Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Percebi também que existe um grande número de pessoas que gostam de julgar, ok ok isso não é lá uma grande novidade, mas acho que merece ser abordado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Reclamam, brigam por qualquer bobagem, se sentem donas da verdade, matam e morrem por coisas fúteis, e se acham no direito de dizer o que é certo ou errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ouvi certo dia (quase todos) que é errado não crer em Deus, mas me pergunto por que é errado? Sou agnóstica, acredito da minha forma e espero que me respeitem por isso, me deixe com os meus paradigmas em paz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;É engraçado como se é julgado, é errado ser ateu, homossexual e viver uma vida mais boêmia, isso tudo é pecado, mas não é pecado roubar, matar, usar da violência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Então vendo por esse lado, a minha divida com Deus é imensa, porqu vivo uma vida boêmia, não me apaixono pelo sexo da pessoa e sim eu sou práticamente atéia (e não me encham por isso ok, não to matando ninguém). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Muitas vezes, nós que não temos religião fazemos mais do que quem tem, nos livramos de acreditar no pecado, somos livres, e procuramos não julgar, se julgamos é por ser feito de carne e osso e por ter um conciência moral, não moral cristã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Evito ao máximo fazer julgamentos, isso não cabe a mim, apenas escolho quem e o que é melhor para a minha vida. O mundo só será um lugar melhor na hora em que as pessoas deixarem de serem hipócritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6060361642690866505-8101928757565277093?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8101928757565277093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-considero-masoquismo-aturar-sem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8101928757565277093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8101928757565277093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/11/eu-considero-masoquismo-aturar-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8551722295397050674</id><published>2010-09-17T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:06:32.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Do rio que tudo arrasta, diz-se que é violento. Mas ninguém chama violenta às margens que o comprimem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertolt Brecht&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8551722295397050674?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8551722295397050674/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-rio-que-tudo-arrasta-diz-se-que-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8551722295397050674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8551722295397050674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-rio-que-tudo-arrasta-diz-se-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2266422388259563121</id><published>2010-01-09T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:20:57.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S0jB1zSip6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/qzKzzvB-xZ4/s1600-h/1036949315_g-pinup-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424798881212966818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S0jB1zSip6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/qzKzzvB-xZ4/s320/1036949315_g-pinup-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"És livre, escolhe, ou seja: Inventa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Paul Sartre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6060361642690866505-2266422388259563121?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2266422388259563121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/01/es-livre-escolhe-ou-seja-inventa-jean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2266422388259563121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2266422388259563121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2010/01/es-livre-escolhe-ou-seja-inventa-jean.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S0jB1zSip6I/AAAAAAAAAoE/qzKzzvB-xZ4/s72-c/1036949315_g-pinup-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-4477739105513146317</id><published>2009-12-18T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:29:08.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das idéias mais loucas, e dos sentimentos mais fortes. Tenho o apetite mais voraz e delírios insanos...Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco, que eu vou dizer: E daí? eu adoro voar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+________________+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um belo dia resolvi mudar, e fazer tudo que queria fazer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+_______________+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciclos que se encerram, oportunidades novas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-4477739105513146317?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4477739105513146317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosto-dos-venenos-mais-lentos-das.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4477739105513146317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4477739105513146317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/gosto-dos-venenos-mais-lentos-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-5534731556788718242</id><published>2009-12-15T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:25:31.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SyfwR-l37eI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XZB47Rcow8A/s1600-h/ATgAAAB_FSwIVGb9zb9x-bz_oozSd-cVNQszXM8qJCErfjg5tLOJGe8hWRR9vST9uA4PkJj9tEZnr26TLDQRxJJXmUaGAJtU9VAv5qDyU_c-O5P5unaFO9xVYVgojA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415561268586606050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SyfwR-l37eI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XZB47Rcow8A/s320/ATgAAAB_FSwIVGb9zb9x-bz_oozSd-cVNQszXM8qJCErfjg5tLOJGe8hWRR9vST9uA4PkJj9tEZnr26TLDQRxJJXmUaGAJtU9VAv5qDyU_c-O5P5unaFO9xVYVgojA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cada um sabe a dor e a delicía de ser o que é"&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/6060361642690866505-5534731556788718242?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/5534731556788718242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/cada-um-sabe-dor-e-delicia-de-ser-o-que.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/5534731556788718242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/5534731556788718242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/cada-um-sabe-dor-e-delicia-de-ser-o-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SyfwR-l37eI/AAAAAAAAAn8/XZB47Rcow8A/s72-c/ATgAAAB_FSwIVGb9zb9x-bz_oozSd-cVNQszXM8qJCErfjg5tLOJGe8hWRR9vST9uA4PkJj9tEZnr26TLDQRxJJXmUaGAJtU9VAv5qDyU_c-O5P5unaFO9xVYVgojA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8314639506508604854</id><published>2009-12-05T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:56:39.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mim, e por vós, e por mais aquilo&lt;br /&gt;que está onde as outras coisas nunca estão,&lt;br /&gt; deixo o mar bravo e o céu tranqüilo:&lt;br /&gt;quero solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu caminho é sem marcos nem paisagens.&lt;br /&gt;E como o conheces? - me perguntarão.&lt;br /&gt;- Por não ter palavras, por não ter imagens.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum inimigo e nenhum irmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que procuras? Tudo. Que desejas? - Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Viajo sozinha com o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Não ando perdida, mas desencontrada.&lt;br /&gt;Levo o meu rumo na minha mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A memória voou da minha fronte.&lt;br /&gt;Voou meu amor, minha imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu morra antes do horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Memória, amor e o resto onde estarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui meu corpo, entre o sol e a terra.&lt;br /&gt;(Beijo-te, corpo meu, todo desilusão!&lt;br /&gt;Estandarte triste de uma estranha guerra...)&lt;br /&gt;Quero solidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8314639506508604854?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8314639506508604854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/despedida-por-mim-e-por-vos-e-por-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8314639506508604854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8314639506508604854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/12/despedida-por-mim-e-por-vos-e-por-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-556281797968849895</id><published>2009-11-21T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:36:36.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Swg8C-KFitI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SjCyFnPLBaE/s1600/solidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406637374400989906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Swg8C-KFitI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SjCyFnPLBaE/s320/solidao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Dia, Um Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guilherme Arantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só você prá dar&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida direção&lt;br /&gt;O tom, a cor&lt;br /&gt;Me fez voltar a ver a luz&lt;br /&gt;Estrela no deserto a me guiar&lt;br /&gt;Farol no mar, da incerteza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia um adeus&lt;br /&gt;E eu indo embora&lt;br /&gt;Quanta loucura&lt;br /&gt;Por tão pouca aventura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora entendo&lt;br /&gt;Que andei perdido&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Prá você me perdoar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! que bom seria&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Beijar, sentir&lt;br /&gt;Como a primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Te dar o carinho&lt;br /&gt;Que você merece ter&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei te amar&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Jamais te amou&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém jamais te amou&lt;br /&gt;Te amou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais&lt;br /&gt;Como ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Jamais te amou&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém jamais te amou&lt;br /&gt;Como eu, como eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+_____________________+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O pra sempre não existe não é?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O pra sempre, sempre acaba"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haveria um lugar que pudesse se esconder de mim agora?!&lt;br /&gt;Me diga, me mostre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-556281797968849895?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/556281797968849895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-dia-um-adeus-guilherme-arantes-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/556281797968849895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/556281797968849895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-dia-um-adeus-guilherme-arantes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Swg8C-KFitI/AAAAAAAAAn0/SjCyFnPLBaE/s72-c/solidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-4808727538624883014</id><published>2009-11-01T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:45:30.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Su38A_YcpXI/AAAAAAAAAns/GMlqFgIlq_w/s1600-h/watchmen_cena1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399248622231266674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Su38A_YcpXI/AAAAAAAAAns/GMlqFgIlq_w/s320/watchmen_cena1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sound Of Silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've come to talk with you again,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Neath the halo of a street lamp,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That split the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And touched the sound of silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People talking without speaking,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People hearing without listening,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no one dared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disturb the sound of silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fools" said I, "You do not know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence like a cancer grows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And echoed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the wells of silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the neon god they made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the words that it was forming.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;written on the subway walls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tenement halls."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto = Watchman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-4808727538624883014?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4808727538624883014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/11/sound-of-silence-hello-darkness-my-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4808727538624883014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4808727538624883014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/11/sound-of-silence-hello-darkness-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Su38A_YcpXI/AAAAAAAAAns/GMlqFgIlq_w/s72-c/watchmen_cena1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8069926408735173519</id><published>2009-10-25T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T16:12:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuTXRYcwcJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2HkYpnxk8xY/s1600-h/untitled+c%C3%B3pia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396674947117510802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuTXRYcwcJI/AAAAAAAAAnk/2HkYpnxk8xY/s320/untitled+c%C3%B3pia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elemi Oxum&lt;br /&gt;(Adp. A Barca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elemi Oxum erumbi&lt;br /&gt;elemi ia ticoío&lt;br /&gt;arabô adié&lt;br /&gt;olegué ologué&lt;br /&gt;olegué loé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elemi si si&lt;br /&gt;ologué ologué&lt;br /&gt;ologué loé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Doutrina para Oxum do candomblé da Casa Fanti Ashanti, São Luis (MA) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8069926408735173519?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8069926408735173519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/elemi-oxum-adp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-4740548475119834760</id><published>2009-10-25T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T14:03:24.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Presente*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuS8-EIvTOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gJSu0V2AO2o/s1600-h/6968beija_flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396646027945004258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuS8-EIvTOI/AAAAAAAAAnc/gJSu0V2AO2o/s320/6968beija_flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Se procurar bem você acaba encontrando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não a explicação &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(duvidosa)&lt;/span&gt; da vida, Mas a poesia&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; (inexplicável)&lt;/span&gt; da vida". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Permita-se&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6060361642690866505-4740548475119834760?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4740548475119834760/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/presente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6720025014322266306</id><published>2009-10-25T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:30:46.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuSzYCT0MHI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ra9g2lgOP8w/s1600-h/1878-10196-1-PB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396635479014912114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuSzYCT0MHI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ra9g2lgOP8w/s320/1878-10196-1-PB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Na Reunida Flor do Campo Chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;(Emilio Silva) - A Barca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;na reunida Flor do Campo chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a vaqueirada do boi Flor do Campo ensaiei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;gastei dinheiro no municipio paraense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;faz silêncio no pandeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;quando o gado serenou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Boi Flor do Campo na forma da lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6720025014322266306?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SuSzYCT0MHI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ra9g2lgOP8w/s72-c/1878-10196-1-PB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2069816627973588854</id><published>2009-10-25T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:43:29.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patativa do Assaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt;É qual fogo de monturo&lt;br /&gt;Por fora tudo perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro fazendo furo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dor que mata a pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Sem dó e sem piedade,&lt;br /&gt;Porém não há dor que doa&lt;br /&gt;Como a dor de uma saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é um aperreio&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem na vida gozou,&lt;br /&gt;É um grande saco cheio&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que já passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é canto magoado&lt;br /&gt;No coração de quem sente&lt;br /&gt;É como a voz do passado&lt;br /&gt;Ecoando no presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A saudade é jardineira&lt;br /&gt;Que planta em peito qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela planta cegueira&lt;br /&gt;No coração da mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Fica tal qual a frieira&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais coça mais quer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-2069816627973588854?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2069816627973588854/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudade-patativa-do-assare-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2069816627973588854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2069816627973588854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/saudade-patativa-do-assare-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8324323009479299629</id><published>2009-10-10T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:29:34.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StD8P4xT9NI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8-KYJmwzZtc/s1600-h/meninos-nao-choram-poster021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391086103829935314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StD8P4xT9NI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8-KYJmwzZtc/s320/meninos-nao-choram-poster021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me deixou sem palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8324323009479299629?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8324323009479299629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-deixou-sem-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8324323009479299629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8324323009479299629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/me-deixou-sem-palavras.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StD8P4xT9NI/AAAAAAAAAm8/8-KYJmwzZtc/s72-c/meninos-nao-choram-poster021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6542962644933506556</id><published>2009-10-10T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:40:24.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sem emoção eu morro de fome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6542962644933506556?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6542962644933506556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-emocao-eu-morro-de-fome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6542962644933506556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6542962644933506556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/sem-emocao-eu-morro-de-fome.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6369661103116118855</id><published>2009-10-10T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:59:41.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StCu9Wo4cBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zKM_bOas5Yg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391001123034787858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StCu9Wo4cBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zKM_bOas5Yg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último Grão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://letras.terra.com.br/isabella-taviani/"&gt;Isabella Taviani&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Composição: Isabella Taviani &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não demora agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há tanto pra gente conversar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desejo e vejo, a rua você atravessar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E os teus passos largos já não me incomodam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não te acompanho mais, caminho do meu modo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus olhos turvos, pouco sinceros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me atormentam quanto mais eu enxergo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, podia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o vento mudou a direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e você e essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer adeus ao nosso, ao nosso coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tá na minha frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se perturbe verdade é pra falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei que vai morrer um pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ainda há tanto pra lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu sorriso lindo, indefinido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suas mãos tão quentes atravessando o meu vestido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que falávamos simultaneamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No meu ouvido o teu discurso indecente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, podia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o vento mudou a direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e você e essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer adeus ao nosso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escorre como areia entre os dedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tem explicação para tantos erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É melhor partirAntes do último grão cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, podia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o vento... mudou a direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e você e essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer adeus ao nosso, ao nosso coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e você, podia ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o vento mudou a direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu e você e essa canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pra dizer adeus ao nosso, ao nosso coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A emoção acabou!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6369661103116118855?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6369661103116118855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimo-grao-isabella-taviani-composicao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6369661103116118855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6369661103116118855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/10/ultimo-grao-isabella-taviani-composicao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/StCu9Wo4cBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/zKM_bOas5Yg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-7792050627019021732</id><published>2009-09-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:42:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sr_JnXs9SDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TI4XLfzk5dM/s1600-h/1237395430631_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386245357573064754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sr_JnXs9SDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TI4XLfzk5dM/s320/1237395430631_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Viver e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momento de muitas decisões, confesso que odeio esses momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sempre fico confusa e um tanto quanto sem chão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Começa a chegar ao fim um ciclo da minha vida, foi um periodo de quase dois anos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com pessoas diferentes, alegres e divertidas, de opiniões fortes, mas todos sempre com o seu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talento particular, sim eu confesso que meu coração começa a apertar, e só de imaginar o último dia, a voz já some. Aprendi tantas coisas, e agora começo a tomar conciência de que a luta e todas as alegrias e dificuldades começam apartir do momento que se fechar esse ciclo. Sim será dificil, mas nem tudo foi fácil mesmo. Já estou acostumada, acho que todos estão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Se pudesse faria tudo de novo, sem arrpendimentos, sempre tão bom pisar no palco e quando rola a "quimica" melhor ainda, estive e estou no meio das pessoas certas, sinto que cada um tomará um rumo, apesar de saber que se o grupo se mantesse o "sucesso" seria certo, isso tantas pessoas nos falaram. As coisas podem mudar, não sei, essas são as minhas impressões. Mas o importante neste momento é aproveitar. Quero pensar no amanhã, amanhã. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Alegrias que ficam pra sempre na memória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já saudades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-7792050627019021732?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7792050627019021732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/09/viver-e-nao-ter-vergonha-de-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7792050627019021732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7792050627019021732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/09/viver-e-nao-ter-vergonha-de-ser-feliz.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sr_JnXs9SDI/AAAAAAAAAmk/TI4XLfzk5dM/s72-c/1237395430631_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-850033297809704813</id><published>2009-08-08T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T16:38:18.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn4MB35v4HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_Jxlveuo8YY/s1600-h/1174342261_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367741032197775474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn4MB35v4HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_Jxlveuo8YY/s320/1174342261_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Largue-se e você será muito mais do que jamais sonhou ser."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+_____________+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Se o seu coração é absoluto e sincero, você naturalmente se sente satisfeito e confiante, não tem nenhuma razão para sentir medo dos outros".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-850033297809704813?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/850033297809704813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/largue-se-e-voce-sera-muito-mais-do-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/850033297809704813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/850033297809704813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/largue-se-e-voce-sera-muito-mais-do-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn4MB35v4HI/AAAAAAAAAmA/_Jxlveuo8YY/s72-c/1174342261_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-215554251614467573</id><published>2009-08-08T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T14:53:21.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn3zmwRMU_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/G4Fw21EwXWU/s1600-h/1174855858_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367714178013090802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn3zmwRMU_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/G4Fw21EwXWU/s320/1174855858_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*E ser artista no nosso convívio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelo inferno e céu de todo dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra poesia que a gente não vive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transformar o tédio em melodia*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-215554251614467573?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/215554251614467573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ser-artista-no-nosso-conviviopelo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/215554251614467573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/215554251614467573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-ser-artista-no-nosso-conviviopelo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sn3zmwRMU_I/AAAAAAAAAl4/G4Fw21EwXWU/s72-c/1174855858_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-3338845323936949970</id><published>2009-08-07T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:55:35.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SnzM80m56WI/AAAAAAAAAlY/21tAqvLmLzM/s1600-h/flores-recados-para-orkut75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367390201204828514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SnzM80m56WI/AAAAAAAAAlY/21tAqvLmLzM/s320/flores-recados-para-orkut75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3338845323936949970?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3338845323936949970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3338845323936949970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3338845323936949970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SnzM80m56WI/AAAAAAAAAlY/21tAqvLmLzM/s72-c/flores-recados-para-orkut75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6292335699035127205</id><published>2009-08-07T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:59:46.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pensei em me esconder, mas não consegui, aonde eu ia eu estava, ficou difícil.&lt;br /&gt;Aí fechei os olhos, não adiantou, meus ouvidos ainda ouvia as perguntas, pensei&lt;br /&gt;vou contar até 1000, ma não fiquei com sono. Foi complicado!!!&lt;br /&gt;Então depois que ar começou a ficar escasso, e já não fazia mais perguntas, vieram apenas respostas que ousava a supor, mas suposições são apenas suposições.&lt;br /&gt;Daí ao passo de estar certo ou errado se concentra no mesmo patamar, porem o ser humano é falho, ele prefere acreditar na sua verdade, aquela maldita suposição, ai você faz mil cálculos&lt;br /&gt;tente chegar a milhões de conclusões, e quando se da conta já esta ao ponto do infarto, com uma das artérias entupidas.&lt;br /&gt;E ai você descobre que por trás dos espinhos que imaginava, e pensava em como não se ferir com eles, apenas há flores, doce flores, lindas e perfumadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto penso em deixar de ser tão ansiosa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6292335699035127205?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6292335699035127205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensei-em-me-esconder-mas-nao-consegui.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6292335699035127205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6292335699035127205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pensei-em-me-esconder-mas-nao-consegui.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2833799290896572774</id><published>2009-07-30T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:08:28.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feliz, extremamente feliz, mas será que devo confessar isso baixo?!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, sei apenas que estou assim, sou assim, e desejo permanecer assim!!!&lt;br /&gt;Novas expectativas para esses próximos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter um milhão de amigos e nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto muita falta de alguns, esses sabem quem são, pessoas que conheci através da arte,&lt;br /&gt;pessoas opostas e com mil afinidades. Sei lá, quem sabe o tempo nos junta novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos brincar de ser feliz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namastê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paz, Luz e Amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-2833799290896572774?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2833799290896572774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-extremamente-feliz-mas-sera-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2833799290896572774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2833799290896572774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/07/feliz-extremamente-feliz-mas-sera-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-1534142458484120280</id><published>2009-07-27T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T02:48:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sm12M9ThvsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ESUglIVhIIo/s1600-h/1194232867_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363072696255102658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sm12M9ThvsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ESUglIVhIIo/s320/1194232867_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um belo dia a gente resolve mudar, isso é bom, nos torna menos tolerantes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acho que calculei mal a vida, as pessoas são extremamente egoístas. Mas talvez só me ache&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boazinha porque não cometi os crimes que gostaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mas o mundo nada mais é do que um Rato, daí estar a mesma altura que ele só depende de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-1534142458484120280?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1534142458484120280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/07/farta-um-belo-dia-gente-resolve-mudar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1534142458484120280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1534142458484120280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/07/farta-um-belo-dia-gente-resolve-mudar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sm12M9ThvsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/ESUglIVhIIo/s72-c/1194232867_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8029938563185955762</id><published>2009-06-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:23:09.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Si7taaXjXJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TShmGZ5lk0Q/s1600-h/HPIM51861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345470845745847442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Si7taaXjXJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TShmGZ5lk0Q/s320/HPIM51861.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zap-letras.com/artista-28027.htm"&gt;Beto Guedes&lt;/a&gt; - O Medo de Amar e o Medo de Ser Livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo de amar é o medo de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre para o que der e vier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre para sempre estar onde o justo estiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O medo de amar é o medo de ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De a todo momento escolher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com acerto e precisão a melhor direção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol levantou mais cedo e quis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em nossa casa fechada entrar pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O medo de amar é não arriscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esperando que façam por nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que é nosso dever: recusar o poder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sol levantou mais cedo e cegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O medo nos olhos de quem foi ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanta luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+_____________+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito bom quando amamos sem perder nossa essencia, acredito que quando estamos com alguém não devemos mudar, conosco e com os outros a sua volta. Quando nos fechamos em um mundinho "a dois" acabamos por nos apagar, e isso deixa de ser amor e passa a ser posse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz *.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8029938563185955762?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8029938563185955762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beto-guedes-o-medo-de-amar-e-o-medo-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8029938563185955762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8029938563185955762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/beto-guedes-o-medo-de-amar-e-o-medo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Si7taaXjXJI/AAAAAAAAAkM/TShmGZ5lk0Q/s72-c/HPIM51861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-3048375505449019749</id><published>2009-06-02T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:43:20.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nando Reis - Mantra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" Quando se acabou com tudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espada e escudo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forma e conteúdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já então agora dá para dar amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor dará e receberá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do ar, pulmão; da lágrima, sal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor dará e receberá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Da luz, visão do templo espiral "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3048375505449019749?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3048375505449019749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nando-reis-mantra-quando-se-acabou-com.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3048375505449019749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3048375505449019749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/nando-reis-mantra-quando-se-acabou-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-9043644537817194146</id><published>2009-06-02T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:32:46.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiW2SlMjL9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ex2FQ9YkV7E/s1600-h/DSC00745%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342876963283611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiW2SlMjL9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ex2FQ9YkV7E/s320/DSC00745%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiW0Ekqs2hI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wqGzugLzTik/s1600-h/DSC00721%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342874523600214546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiW0Ekqs2hI/AAAAAAAAAj8/wqGzugLzTik/s320/DSC00721%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiWx5liE-TI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TSVgXo83Tp8/s1600-h/DSC00748%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342872135830665522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiWx5liE-TI/AAAAAAAAAj0/TSVgXo83Tp8/s320/DSC00748%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fizeram parte de um dos momentos mais importantes da minha vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas do que um simbolo esta apartir de agora atrelado a amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo vocês, os melhores!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-9043644537817194146?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/9043644537817194146/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/fizeram-parte-de-um-dos-momentos-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/9043644537817194146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/9043644537817194146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/fizeram-parte-de-um-dos-momentos-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SiW2SlMjL9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/ex2FQ9YkV7E/s72-c/DSC00745%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2277636838403050280</id><published>2009-06-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:01:19.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zap-letras.com/artista-555.htm"&gt;Legião Urbana&lt;/a&gt; - On The Way Home / Rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When the dream came&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath with my eyes closed&lt;br /&gt;I went insane,&lt;br /&gt;Like a smoke ring day&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back till later onIf I do come back at all&lt;br /&gt;Because you know me, and&lt;br /&gt;I miss you now.&lt;br /&gt;In a strange game&lt;br /&gt;I saw myself as you knew me&lt;br /&gt;When the change came,&lt;br /&gt;And you had the&lt;br /&gt;Chance to see through me&lt;br /&gt;Though the other side is just the same&lt;br /&gt;You can tell my dream is real,and&lt;br /&gt;I love you and I miss you now&lt;br /&gt;Though we rush ahead to save our time&lt;br /&gt;We are only what we feel&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, can you feel it now...? OyeahI could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be right&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be right&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be right&lt;br /&gt;I could be black&lt;br /&gt;I could be white&lt;br /&gt;I could be right&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be white&lt;br /&gt;I could be black&lt;br /&gt;The time has come your second skin&lt;br /&gt;The cost so high, the gain so low&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the valley&lt;br /&gt;The written word is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I could be right&lt;br /&gt;I could be black&lt;br /&gt;I could be white&lt;br /&gt;The time has come your second skin&lt;br /&gt;The cost so high, the gain so low&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the valley&lt;br /&gt;The written word is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;May the road rise with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger is an energy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anger is an energy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anger is an energy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anger is an energy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-2277636838403050280?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2277636838403050280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/legiao-urbana-on-way-home-rise-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2277636838403050280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2277636838403050280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/06/legiao-urbana-on-way-home-rise-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6973928075606886056</id><published>2009-05-31T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T05:58:08.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;"A maior cavardia do ser humano é despertar o sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;de outro sem ter a intenção de amá-lo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6973928075606886056?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6973928075606886056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/maior-cavardia-do-ser-humano-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6973928075606886056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6973928075606886056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/maior-cavardia-do-ser-humano-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8332112639469097334</id><published>2009-05-28T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:02:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Jwf_NDVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/c8xu0_X0HhY/s1600-h/hippies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340998411909664082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Jwf_NDVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/c8xu0_X0HhY/s320/hippies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Você é a essência...não há o que buscar fora...tudo está dentro...caminhe em busca da luz interna se já está cansado de perseguir a felicidade renuncie a todo tipo de apego, ande na direção do sol...então, lentamente, olhe para trás, por cima do ombro. A sombra que você perseguia agora o persegue. O mundo o buscará se você não buscar o mundo...isso é o segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8332112639469097334?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8332112639469097334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-e-essencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8332112639469097334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8332112639469097334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/voce-e-essencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Jwf_NDVI/AAAAAAAAAjs/c8xu0_X0HhY/s72-c/hippies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8701999855151068467</id><published>2009-05-28T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:27:56.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Ba6recVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ci2IBmkN6hI/s1600-h/OgAAANeKRqJx0b5VenIH-hQBZLCnszSfdl3EaQq5pY-zdQv2sVzOZZAOIaZ6e-Xc7fUIeeuRWg86Bg5BhB_Lp_Z-E90Am1T1UKUsX2v5X3e--lOvVrr85MJ-HiqE.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340989245024530770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Ba6recVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ci2IBmkN6hI/s320/OgAAANeKRqJx0b5VenIH-hQBZLCnszSfdl3EaQq5pY-zdQv2sVzOZZAOIaZ6e-Xc7fUIeeuRWg86Bg5BhB_Lp_Z-E90Am1T1UKUsX2v5X3e--lOvVrr85MJ-HiqE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então acredito nele,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então acredito nele a toda a hora,&lt;br /&gt;E a minha vida é toda uma oração e uma missa,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E uma comunhão com os olhos e pelos ouvidos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas se Deus é as árvores e as flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E os montes e o luar e o sol,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que lhe chamo eu Deus?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chamo-lhe flores e árvores e montes e sol e luar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque, se ele se fez, para eu o ver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sol e luar e flores e árvores e montes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se ele me aparece como sendo árvores e montes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E luar e sol e flores,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que ele quer que eu o conheça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como árvores e montes e flores e luar e sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por isso eu obedeço-lhe,(Que mais sei eu de Deus que Deus de si próprio?).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obedeço-lhe a viver, espontaneamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como quem abre os olhos e vê,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E chamo-lhe luar e sol e flores e árvores e montes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E amo-o sem pensar nele,E penso-o vendo e ouvindo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E ando com ele a toda a hora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&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/6060361642690866505-8701999855151068467?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8701999855151068467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/entao-acredito-nele-entao-acredito-nele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8701999855151068467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8701999855151068467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/entao-acredito-nele-entao-acredito-nele.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sh8Ba6recVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Ci2IBmkN6hI/s72-c/OgAAANeKRqJx0b5VenIH-hQBZLCnszSfdl3EaQq5pY-zdQv2sVzOZZAOIaZ6e-Xc7fUIeeuRWg86Bg5BhB_Lp_Z-E90Am1T1UKUsX2v5X3e--lOvVrr85MJ-HiqE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-3278138760956262548</id><published>2009-05-19T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:32:58.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/ShNA4P_dwbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/sqnI7U2Vru8/s1600-h/OgAAAC0pu9uvywrY9qHMnGTL1Ad6yefljED6cnMRd3r7m9FujG6wQ5AbPr0dATxoE5FRfDIopxlArnncqfpa09wwHGEAm1T1UIwCjAHZzXjtn78gVOlgc2cYmkRT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337681318473744818" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Manso asilo de sombras e mistério,&lt;br /&gt;Cuja mudez talvez jamais quebrara&lt;br /&gt;Humano passo revolvendo as folhas,&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca escutou mais que os arrulhos&lt;br /&gt;Da casta pomba, e o soluçar da fonte&lt;br /&gt;Onde se cuida ouvir, entre os suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Da folha que estremece, os ais carpidos&lt;br /&gt;Dos manes do Indiano, que inda chora&lt;br /&gt;O doce Éden que os brancos lhe roubaram!......&lt;br /&gt;Do forte lidador da rude selva.&lt;br /&gt;De virgem mata a sussurrante cúpula, ...Nua e singela filha da floresta, ..."-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O ermo / Bernardo Guimarães&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3278138760956262548?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3278138760956262548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3278138760956262548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3278138760956262548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/ShNA4P_dwbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/sqnI7U2Vru8/s72-c/OgAAAC0pu9uvywrY9qHMnGTL1Ad6yefljED6cnMRd3r7m9FujG6wQ5AbPr0dATxoE5FRfDIopxlArnncqfpa09wwHGEAm1T1UIwCjAHZzXjtn78gVOlgc2cYmkRT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-1862535246383060455</id><published>2009-05-12T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T17:24:15.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SgoSUH6sXLI/AAAAAAAAAjE/1XRoBuxvuwM/s1600-h/OgAAAMIeBLCYkopsNwhAIMGGdtgX8k2R48hOuuUzXQbuVZwiHRgdTm_6Abbgvbo2gRTiSrak-gJt7XMcGmw9JoUdEV0Am1T1UDbUE6m8Loz2QQwp9-LxhX3rj1xv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335096845505682610" style="FLOAT: left; 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Mas acredito que amizades superam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai ficar tudo bem, estou bem "é só a chuva sobre a lona..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3687789875407230321?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3687789875407230321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-preciso-que-eu-suporte-duas-ou-tres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3687789875407230321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3687789875407230321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-preciso-que-eu-suporte-duas-ou-tres.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-1878722057096373203</id><published>2009-05-01T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:52:53.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftSWJVNWpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YAEamTQ1NXY/s1600-h/OgAAAIIOF30B2G8Nbdz_73QGxjEGA5ht6HwYakEULDd9TcUyhmmxPXmKdPXWxITht2o-uQzPiqMDcPSGt3HMurlNQTAAm1T1UKLDckTg10oQP5P9OrBBktC0GI5c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330945124338588306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftSWJVNWpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YAEamTQ1NXY/s320/OgAAAIIOF30B2G8Nbdz_73QGxjEGA5ht6HwYakEULDd9TcUyhmmxPXmKdPXWxITht2o-uQzPiqMDcPSGt3HMurlNQTAAm1T1UKLDckTg10oQP5P9OrBBktC0GI5c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-1878722057096373203?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1878722057096373203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1878722057096373203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1878722057096373203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftSWJVNWpI/AAAAAAAAAi8/YAEamTQ1NXY/s72-c/OgAAAIIOF30B2G8Nbdz_73QGxjEGA5ht6HwYakEULDd9TcUyhmmxPXmKdPXWxITht2o-uQzPiqMDcPSGt3HMurlNQTAAm1T1UKLDckTg10oQP5P9OrBBktC0GI5c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-7012386907314606254</id><published>2009-05-01T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:14:36.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftJ0Y8NAJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7gjV50EDuxM/s1600-h/OgAAAJDvZJXKXITJyVM8mnEgceny_-RAWenj5h10N3KKFIsC8GEtf4Ng9lh-HaEQLB1iRHDEJHghpTWB9neCy5zNzckAm1T1UAgtLWs68-4AZaeImp2G9JzITadA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330935748320100498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftJ0Y8NAJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7gjV50EDuxM/s320/OgAAAJDvZJXKXITJyVM8mnEgceny_-RAWenj5h10N3KKFIsC8GEtf4Ng9lh-HaEQLB1iRHDEJHghpTWB9neCy5zNzckAm1T1UAgtLWs68-4AZaeImp2G9JzITadA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não entendo. Isso é tão vasto que ultrapassa qualquer entender. Entender é sempre limitado. Mas não entender pode não ter fronteiras. Sinto que sou muito mais completa quando não entendo. Não entender, do modo como falo, é um dom. Não entender, mas não como um simples de espírito. O bom é ser inteligente e não entender. É uma benção estranha, como ter loucura sem ser doida. É um desinteresse manso, é uma doçura de burrice. Só que de vez em quando vem a inquietação: quero entender um pouco. Não demais: mas pelo menos entender que não entendo."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu não sou promíscua. Mas sou caleidoscópica: fascinam-me as minhas mutações faiscantes que aqui caleidoscopicamente registro."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-7012386907314606254?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7012386907314606254/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-entendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7012386907314606254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7012386907314606254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-entendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftJ0Y8NAJI/AAAAAAAAAi0/7gjV50EDuxM/s72-c/OgAAAJDvZJXKXITJyVM8mnEgceny_-RAWenj5h10N3KKFIsC8GEtf4Ng9lh-HaEQLB1iRHDEJHghpTWB9neCy5zNzckAm1T1UAgtLWs68-4AZaeImp2G9JzITadA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-9190144107085812020</id><published>2009-05-01T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:57:27.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftFRgqhp9I/AAAAAAAAAis/yAD3jBCMAS0/s1600-h/fauna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330930751051507666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftFRgqhp9I/AAAAAAAAAis/yAD3jBCMAS0/s320/fauna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SONETO ANTIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Responder a perguntas não respondo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Perguntas impossíveis não pergunto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Só do que sei de mim aos outros conto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de mim, atravessada pelo mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Toda a minha experiência, o meu estudo,sou eu mesma que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;em solidão paciente,recolho do que em mim observo e escutomuda lição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;que ninguém mais entende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que sou vale mais do que o meu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Apenas em linguagem vou dizendocaminhos invisíveis por onde ando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tudo é secreto e de remoto exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Todos ouvimos, longe, o apelo do Anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E todos somos pura flor de vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Cecilia_Meireles/"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-9190144107085812020?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/9190144107085812020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/soneto-antigo-responder-perguntas-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/9190144107085812020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/9190144107085812020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/05/soneto-antigo-responder-perguntas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SftFRgqhp9I/AAAAAAAAAis/yAD3jBCMAS0/s72-c/fauna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-4218581238398803294</id><published>2009-04-26T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:04:18.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O meu mundo não é como o dos outros,&lt;br /&gt;Quero demais, exijo demais,&lt;br /&gt;Há em mim uma sede de infinito,&lt;br /&gt;Uma angústia constante que nem eu mesma compreendo,&lt;br /&gt;Pois estou longe de ser uma pessimista;&lt;br /&gt;Sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta,&lt;br /&gt;atormentada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudade... Sei lá de quê!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Florbela_Espanca/"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-4218581238398803294?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/4218581238398803294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-mundo-nao-e-como-o-dos-outros.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4218581238398803294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/4218581238398803294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-mundo-nao-e-como-o-dos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8584703309444881153</id><published>2009-03-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:47:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc7BLGtBfMI/AAAAAAAAAik/1NykAzSi-I4/s1600-h/Abismos%2520II%2520-%252070x50cm%2520-%2520500%25E2%2582%25AC%2520-%2520%25C3%25B3leo%2520sobre%2520tela%2520-%2520moldura%2520branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318400606493310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc7BLGtBfMI/AAAAAAAAAik/1NykAzSi-I4/s320/Abismos%2520II%2520-%252070x50cm%2520-%2520500%25E2%2582%25AC%2520-%2520%25C3%25B3leo%2520sobre%2520tela%2520-%2520moldura%2520branca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E se tu olhares, durante muito tempo, para um abismo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o abismo também olha para dentro de ti."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*_______________*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todo abismo é navegável a barquinhos de papel"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+________+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8584703309444881153?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8584703309444881153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-se-tu-olhares-durante-muito-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8584703309444881153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8584703309444881153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-se-tu-olhares-durante-muito-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc7BLGtBfMI/AAAAAAAAAik/1NykAzSi-I4/s72-c/Abismos%2520II%2520-%252070x50cm%2520-%2520500%25E2%2582%25AC%2520-%2520%25C3%25B3leo%2520sobre%2520tela%2520-%2520moldura%2520branca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-3256559713639009105</id><published>2009-03-28T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:46:34.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se alguma coisa se te opõe e te fere, deixa crescer.&lt;br /&gt;É que estás a ganhar raízes e a mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Abençoado ferimento que te faz parir de ti próprio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Saint-Exupery/"&gt;Saint-Exupéry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3256559713639009105?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3256559713639009105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-alguma-coisa-se-te-opoe-e-te-fere.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3256559713639009105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3256559713639009105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-alguma-coisa-se-te-opoe-e-te-fere.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-7044314844159359686</id><published>2009-03-28T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:22:38.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc6G3OPVaoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ETVFOLQXrEQ/s1600-h/caminhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318336493244476034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc6G3OPVaoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ETVFOLQXrEQ/s320/caminhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo começa entre os seios, bem no meio,&lt;br /&gt;a respiração torna-se intensa e acelerada.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a espinha e o estômago surge um vazio.&lt;br /&gt;Uma ânsia sobe, uma dúvida começa, as mãos tremem&lt;br /&gt;o coração se perde, e os olhos deságuam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que habita em mim já não sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje começei um novo dia, hoje tentei pela última vez, apartir de agora estou deixando o vento levar. Me perdoe. Eu amo, mas já não posso mais. Beijos e até um dia menina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dificil não é lutar por aquilo que se quer, e sim desistir daquilo que se mais ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu desisti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não pense que foi por não ter coragem de lutar, e sim por não ter mais condições de sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Bob_Marley/"&gt;Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-7044314844159359686?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7044314844159359686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-comeca-entre-os-seios-bem-no-meio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7044314844159359686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7044314844159359686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-comeca-entre-os-seios-bem-no-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sc6G3OPVaoI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ETVFOLQXrEQ/s72-c/caminhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-1692968720572458041</id><published>2009-03-24T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T15:10:26.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>".... Os homens perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem o dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro esquecem do presente de forma que acabam por não viver nem no presente nem no futuro. E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Dalai_Lama/"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As pessoas felizes não acreditam em milagres."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Johann_Goethe/"&gt;Johann Goethe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-1692968720572458041?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/1692968720572458041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1692968720572458041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/1692968720572458041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-394729102162392904</id><published>2009-03-23T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T09:56:18.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sce-315AoDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wFP8m5dHchE/s1600-h/energia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316427751702437938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sce-315AoDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wFP8m5dHchE/s320/energia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Todas as cores, sons e odores fazem minha mente sair das maravilhas do que está lá fora..Permitindo que outra vez meu coração sinta... Finalmente o que é REAL! 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href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/todas-as-cores-sons-e-odores-fazem.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sce-315AoDI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wFP8m5dHchE/s72-c/energia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-584386489827436572</id><published>2009-03-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:08:50.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7ppxYmKBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/OWSM0NH3fQk/s1600-h/materia_cora_coralina_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313941514184173586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7ppxYmKBI/AAAAAAAAAiE/OWSM0NH3fQk/s320/materia_cora_coralina_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="destino"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEU DESTINO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas palmas de tuas mãosleio as linhas da minha vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Linhas cruzadas, sinuosas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;interferindo no teu destino.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te procurei, não me procurastes –&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;íamos sozinhos por estradas diferentes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Indiferentes, cruzamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passavas com o fardo da vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corri ao teu encontro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorri. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falamos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esse dia foi marcado com a pedra brancada cabeça de um peixe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, desde então, caminhamosjuntos pela vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="terra"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O CÂNTICO DA TERRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a terra, eu sou a vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do meu barro primeiro veio o homem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mim veio a mulher e veio o amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veio a árvore, veio a fonte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem o fruto e vem a flor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou a fonte original de toda vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou o chão que se prende à tua casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a telha da coberta de teu lar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mina constante de teu poço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a espiga generosa de teu gadoe certeza tranqüila ao teu esforço.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a razão de tua vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mim vieste pela mão do Criador,e a mim tu voltarás no fim da lida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só em mim acharás descanso e Paz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sou a grande Mãe Universal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua filha, tua noiva e desposada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mulher e o ventre que fecundas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou a gleba, a gestação, eu sou o amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ti, ó lavrador, tudo quanto é meu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu arado, tua foice, teu machado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O berço pequenino de teu filho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O algodão de tua vestee o pão de tua casa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E um dia bem distantea mim tu voltarás.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no canteiro materno de meu seiotranqüilo dormirás.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plantemos a roça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lavremos a gleba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuidemos do ninho,do gado e da tulha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fartura teremose donos de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sítiofelizes seremos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;+_____________+&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extremamente apaixonada por ti, Cora Coragem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-584386489827436572?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Heart of The Matter - Renato Russo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the call today, I didn't wanna hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I knew that it would come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An old true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said you found someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought of all the bad luck, and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;struggles we went through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how I lost me and you lost you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are these voices outside love's open door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make us throw off our contentment and beg for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;something more ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning to live without you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miss you sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I know, the less I understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things I thought I knew,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been tryin' to get downto the heart of the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my will gets weak and my thoughtsseem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to scatterBut I think it's about f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;orgiveness Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These times are so uncertain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a yearning undefined...people filled with rage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need a little tenderness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can love survive in such a graceless age ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trust and self-assurancethat lead to happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're the very things we kill, I guess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pride and competitioncannot fill these empty arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the work I put between usdoesn't keep me warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning to live without you now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I miss you, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The more I now, the less I understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the things I thought I'd figured out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to learn againI've been trying to get downto the heart of the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everything changesand my friends seem to scatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are people in your lifewho've come and gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They let you down and hurt your pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better put it all behind you; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life goes onYou keep carryin' that anger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it'll eat you up inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to get downto the heart of the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my will gets weakand my thoughts seem to scatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I think it's about forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been trying to get downto the heart of the matter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the flesh will get weakand the ashes will scatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if, even if you don't love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+_______________________+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Estou sentindo está melodia como quem sente a brisa em cima de uma montanha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não importa o que está escrito mas sim como a voz de quem a canta é aveludada e me aconchega. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo este poeta, sua voz toca a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sofro demais, porque amo demais..." Renato Russo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3925214771430552870?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3925214771430552870/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-call-today-i-didnt-wanna-hear-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3925214771430552870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3925214771430552870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-got-call-today-i-didnt-wanna-hear-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7lZDvJhpI/AAAAAAAAAh8/U-Ns0GSLtMg/s72-c/renatorusso_007_musicalegionaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-5283677452802463020</id><published>2009-03-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:00:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7ZSCg7qqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ukNYtUeZWFE/s1600-h/ATgAAAB8DOMUpt-6AF6GQeqGWZKp01QLIOGod-wvPOr3UuKEgm0dHg4td2YNOoKKVLEq8gBITkWSTffKmk3ut532eeQWAJtU9VDu4wn7kBao_TEqu7P1oUllfSjcoQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313923514279635618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7ZSCg7qqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ukNYtUeZWFE/s320/ATgAAAB8DOMUpt-6AF6GQeqGWZKp01QLIOGod-wvPOr3UuKEgm0dHg4td2YNOoKKVLEq8gBITkWSTffKmk3ut532eeQWAJtU9VDu4wn7kBao_TEqu7P1oUllfSjcoQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Feeling Good - Nina Simone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Birds flying high you know how I feelSun in the sky you know how I feelBreeze driftin' on by you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;It's a new dawnIt's a new dayIt's a new lifeFor meAnd I'm feeling good&lt;br /&gt;Fish in the sea you know how I feelRiver running free you know how I feelBlossom on the tree you know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you knowButterflies all havin' fun you know what I meanSleep in peace when day is doneThat's what I mean&lt;br /&gt;And this old world is a new worldAnd a bold worldFor me&lt;br /&gt;Stars when you shine you know how I feelScent of the pine you know how I feelOh freedom is mineAnd I know how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+______________________+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo saí como planejamos, e nem sempreencontramos respostas, quase sempre me vejo questionandoo presente ou o futuro, e sempre me perco. Mas logo me encontroou finjo, respiro fundo, respiramos. As vezes os ventos nos tiram coisas ou pessoas importantes, mas elas não vão embora, só estão em outra dimensão. Um dia estaremos todos de mãos dadas, e juntos celebraremos a PAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vamos celebrar a VIDA, o Amor, a Esperança.A vida é um constante desafio. E no final ainda vou me perguntar assim como Noel Rosa, porque não?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Namastê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Om Shanti&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/6060361642690866505-5283677452802463020?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/5283677452802463020/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-good-nina-simone-birds-flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/5283677452802463020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/5283677452802463020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/03/feeling-good-nina-simone-birds-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/Sb7ZSCg7qqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/ukNYtUeZWFE/s72-c/ATgAAAB8DOMUpt-6AF6GQeqGWZKp01QLIOGod-wvPOr3UuKEgm0dHg4td2YNOoKKVLEq8gBITkWSTffKmk3ut532eeQWAJtU9VDu4wn7kBao_TEqu7P1oUllfSjcoQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6682952531955506548</id><published>2009-02-23T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:39:17.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida breve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaLs-9Wa4nI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Bu11MIpm5Zs/s1600-h/771040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306063877360509554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaLs-9Wa4nI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Bu11MIpm5Zs/s320/771040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eita vida mais besta sô&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nesses dias conheci uma dança, ou vivi um pouco dela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a dança dos negros, a dança vinda da África, com os seus tambores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e atabaques, e todo o seu gingado, dificíl resisitir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma peça maravilhosa, fica a dica "Não sobre o amor" - Companhia Sutil de Teatro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comemorando os seus 15 anos, lá no Sesi. Muito bom, de fato fizeram teatro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eles estão com mais duas peças em cartaz também, que por sinal pretendo ver semana que vem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avenida Dropsie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thom Pain / Lady Grey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como poderia terminar um sábado, com uma bela cervejinha no bar, acompanhada de uma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pessoa muito radiante, vamos continuar sendo sempre essas explosões de sentimentos, fazemos amor com o olhar. Shiuuu segredo nosso!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando o Sol nasce, eu corro, hum hora de me edificar, vamos trabalhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou será se divertir, por que fazemos do "sacrificio" uma eterna brincadeira, a noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desfile ao som da bateria do Morro da Casa Verde, uma palavra - Maravilhoso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é dia da minha chará, da fadinha linda, da menina livre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;da pessoa que me faz rir com as distrações.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sica, sim vc é a MúSica da vida de muitos, e você AdoSica a vida de muitos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vc ilumina e faz a todos nós muito feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amo você gúria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passarinho que vôa livre por ai....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/6060361642690866505-6682952531955506548?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6682952531955506548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-breve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6682952531955506548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6682952531955506548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-breve.html' title='Vida breve...'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaLs-9Wa4nI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Bu11MIpm5Zs/s72-c/771040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-8553839485866960460</id><published>2009-02-21T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:27:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flor que o vento tirou pra dançar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaAPRAB5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1n-MmgwobmI/s1600-h/ATgAAACA7VNhWfgYk9TjQsAqObbf6yJcwllRaBHUodmMbBepm9HA_2gq-E-hyzokce3C5JRr9YNHVZS82l6zS1phxB4yAJtU9VATrOBmzGT66zA2fUtYSJd-GdcEvg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305257145782593042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaAPRAB5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1n-MmgwobmI/s320/ATgAAACA7VNhWfgYk9TjQsAqObbf6yJcwllRaBHUodmMbBepm9HA_2gq-E-hyzokce3C5JRr9YNHVZS82l6zS1phxB4yAJtU9VATrOBmzGT66zA2fUtYSJd-GdcEvg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sou como você me vê. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depende de quando e como você me vê passar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-8553839485866960460?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/8553839485866960460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/flor-que-o-vento-tirou-pra-dancar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8553839485866960460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/8553839485866960460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/flor-que-o-vento-tirou-pra-dancar.html' title='Flor que o vento tirou pra dançar...'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SaAPRAB5ZhI/AAAAAAAAAfk/1n-MmgwobmI/s72-c/ATgAAACA7VNhWfgYk9TjQsAqObbf6yJcwllRaBHUodmMbBepm9HA_2gq-E-hyzokce3C5JRr9YNHVZS82l6zS1phxB4yAJtU9VATrOBmzGT66zA2fUtYSJd-GdcEvg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-883273220901376084</id><published>2009-02-17T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:58:42.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarasvati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZsy2KdZzqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CIlnGQgp5Uc/s1600-h/ATgAAACPJ9OId6DHLsHJk8GRffY2xBBbpR_yO5LJ9GT2IQCHVmhA1oR4WkkTOZrY56b7BkKNKnPoAEQWEzwfROuxXO8rAJtU9VD_detaUY7aCgoUgyGK0J4QR4PYBw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303888892260896418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZsy2KdZzqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CIlnGQgp5Uc/s320/ATgAAACPJ9OId6DHLsHJk8GRffY2xBBbpR_yO5LJ9GT2IQCHVmhA1oR4WkkTOZrY56b7BkKNKnPoAEQWEzwfROuxXO8rAJtU9VD_detaUY7aCgoUgyGK0J4QR4PYBw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sarasvati é a deusa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Hindu" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hindu"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hindu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; da sabedoria, das &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Arte" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arte"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;artes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Música" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Shákti" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sh%C3%A1kti"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;shákti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, que significa ao mesmo tempo poder e esposa, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Brahma" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brahma"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Brahma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, o criador do mundo. Ela é representada como uma mulher muito bela, de pele branca como o leite, e tocando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Sitar" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitar"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;sitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; (um instrumento musical).&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a protetora dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Artesão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Artes%C3%A3o"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;artesãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Pintor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pintor"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;pintores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Músico" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%BAsico"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;músicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Ator" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ator"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;atores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Escritor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escritor"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;escritores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; e artistas em geral. Ela também protege aqueles que buscam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Conhecimento" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conhecimento"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;conhecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Estudante" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Estudante"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;estudantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, os &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Professor" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Professor"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;professores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, e tudo relacionado à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Eloquência (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Eloqu%C3%AAncia&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;eloquência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. Seus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Símbolo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%ADmbolo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;símbolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; são um Cisne e um Lótus Branco.&lt;br /&gt;Sarasvati também é o nome de um rio extinto da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Índia" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%8Dndia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Índia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, do vale do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Rio Indo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rio_Indo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;rio Indo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, onde se desenvolveu a civilização Sarasvati-Sindhu, por volta de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="3000 a.C." href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/3000_a.C."&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3000 a.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. O rio foi redescoberto por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Satélite" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sat%C3%A9lite"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;satélite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; no fim do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Século XX" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_XX"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;século XX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A esta deusa era consagrado o chamado dia de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Savitu-Vrta (ainda não escrito)" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Savitu-Vrta&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Savitu-Vrta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;, normalmente comemorado no dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="16 de maio" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/16_de_maio"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;16 de maio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-883273220901376084?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/883273220901376084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/sarasvati.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/883273220901376084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/883273220901376084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/sarasvati.html' title='Sarasvati'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZsy2KdZzqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/CIlnGQgp5Uc/s72-c/ATgAAACPJ9OId6DHLsHJk8GRffY2xBBbpR_yO5LJ9GT2IQCHVmhA1oR4WkkTOZrY56b7BkKNKnPoAEQWEzwfROuxXO8rAJtU9VD_detaUY7aCgoUgyGK0J4QR4PYBw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-3162743409687747162</id><published>2009-02-16T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:30:54.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZn2uV7z-xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ig61rMGVu4Y/s1600-h/felicidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303541312227900178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZn2uV7z-xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ig61rMGVu4Y/s320/felicidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zap-letras.com/artista-187975.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; - Felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a gente canta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente aquilo que a gente sente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Profundamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há lugar nenhum para canção doente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque a alegria se derrama quente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois quando a gente canta alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A força da canção explode&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se irradia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É como a luz do sol sendo a luz da gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É como a luz da gente sendo a luz do dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ô, felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu quero andar na vida namorando você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por todos os caminhos onde eu descobri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que apesar de tudo meu povo sorri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ô, felicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu coração não mentequando canta e diz:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu faço exatamenteo que sempre quis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito importante que eu seja feliz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-3162743409687747162?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/3162743409687747162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/chicas-felicidade-quando-gente-canta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3162743409687747162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/3162743409687747162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/chicas-felicidade-quando-gente-canta.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZn2uV7z-xI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ig61rMGVu4Y/s72-c/felicidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-7221213783404575205</id><published>2009-02-16T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:01:09.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E se ela descorar o seu papel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnvT3hmhII/AAAAAAAAAfM/82AMkothe1Y/s1600-h/Gillette_Elvgren_1965_calendar_page2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303533160806909058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnvT3hmhII/AAAAAAAAAfM/82AMkothe1Y/s320/Gillette_Elvgren_1965_calendar_page2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Vai ser Feliz Beatriz...tudo está apenas por um triz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;me diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E as paredes são feitas de giz?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E se um dia eu despencar do céu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E se você pedir bis?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Será que ela pode entrar na sua vida? Oh Beatriz, será você uma estrela no céu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Será eu sua pintura, será que somos tristes, ou seriamos divinas?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me leva pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É perigoso a gente ser feliz?! Ah me diz atriz, me diz que tudo está por um triz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;e se eu chorar em um quarto de hotel? É a vida da atriz, e se o Arcanjo passar o chapéu?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Somos o contrário, somos a pintura, somos a moça, ou será mentira?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me diz Beatriz, me diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/6060361642690866505-7221213783404575205?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7221213783404575205/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnvT3hmhII/AAAAAAAAAfM/82AMkothe1Y/s72-c/Gillette_Elvgren_1965_calendar_page2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2192220248988790537</id><published>2009-02-16T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:40:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberte-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnqxBZe7XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/af5QbxXoxmU/s1600-h/ATgAAADqq0qsG7VCm5veBg2EpfkIj1wT6hls7q2Ne_X0NQDanV_JfbIqdTlYYK_OKuNUuOrP4oJhPGaR453kysKgbyGjAJtU9VBmb0NZaRWqAm0ytvWNiVuo7495rg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303528164115279218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnqxBZe7XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/af5QbxXoxmU/s320/ATgAAADqq0qsG7VCm5veBg2EpfkIj1wT6hls7q2Ne_X0NQDanV_JfbIqdTlYYK_OKuNUuOrP4oJhPGaR453kysKgbyGjAJtU9VBmb0NZaRWqAm0ytvWNiVuo7495rg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O que seria a liberdade?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hum dificíl, talvez, ou sem talvez, é tudo uma questão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;de visão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Amo ser livre, isso é incrivel, e não, não é fazer o que se quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas é querer o que se faz, já diria Sartre, a liberdade é algo que o ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;humano almeja a séculos, causa de tantas brigas e guerras, mas é tudo tão simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;acredito que isso seja apenas um estado de espirito, sim, algo interamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;interno, que só você, apenas você pode dominar e permitir que se faça presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Diariamente convivo com pessoas que são assim, e isso é muito bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não que tudo seja fácil, não não é, sempre acontece milhões de coisas ao mesmo tempo, e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sempre há muitos sentimentos explodindo a toda hora, as vezes é dificíl, mas tudo se acalma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e deixe que o tempo cure... é eu não resisto as músicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Liberte-se do medo, das angústias, pra que me serve o pudor amanhã?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A vida é para ser vivida, yes com todos os prazeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E se me disserem, você está errada, isso é pecado, você vai para o inferno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É eu vou, mas vou sorrindo muito, e literalmente, ligue o foda-se, desliga a TV e vai ler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ou fazer amor, os dois dão prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A vida é isso "A beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/6060361642690866505-2192220248988790537?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2192220248988790537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZnqxBZe7XI/AAAAAAAAAfE/af5QbxXoxmU/s72-c/ATgAAADqq0qsG7VCm5veBg2EpfkIj1wT6hls7q2Ne_X0NQDanV_JfbIqdTlYYK_OKuNUuOrP4oJhPGaR453kysKgbyGjAJtU9VBmb0NZaRWqAm0ytvWNiVuo7495rg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-6526801016760220124</id><published>2009-02-15T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:09:26.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZh08zsTCWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-rKDuZLqTd8/s1600-h/silencio_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303117149245737314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZh08zsTCWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-rKDuZLqTd8/s320/silencio_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É tão difícil falar e dizer coisas que não podem ser ditas. É tão silencioso. Como traduzir o silêncio do encontro real entre nós dois? Dificílimo contar. Olhei pra você fixamente por instantes. Tais momentos são meu segredo. Houve o que se chama de comunhão perfeita. Eu chamo isto de estado agudo de felicidade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#AlbumZoom.aspx?uid=14559427195291556810&amp;amp;pid=1229274538394&amp;amp;aid=1229247989&amp;amp;p=2"&gt;Toda vez que houver silêncio a sua volta, ouça-o! &lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-6526801016760220124?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/6526801016760220124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-tao-dificil-falar-e-dizer-coisas-que.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6526801016760220124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/6526801016760220124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-tao-dificil-falar-e-dizer-coisas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZh08zsTCWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/-rKDuZLqTd8/s72-c/silencio_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-2643431011656757799</id><published>2009-02-12T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:25:33.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilha, brilha mais forte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZSFZybxuYI/AAAAAAAAAes/erqaLDJqUu8/s1600-h/ATgAAAAeh9oNIR7Qao9zRpw7YE2lPts69x2A2VOlsCbSPKqanJTxwl5zE76n522FAuU6I_3knnciy3MrCO5ekQ8nZGkOAJtU9VD6-Ly3egmD7Pu_BliIHx0o3SUFwA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302009339403417986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZSFZybxuYI/AAAAAAAAAes/erqaLDJqUu8/s320/ATgAAAAeh9oNIR7Qao9zRpw7YE2lPts69x2A2VOlsCbSPKqanJTxwl5zE76n522FAuU6I_3knnciy3MrCO5ekQ8nZGkOAJtU9VD6-Ly3egmD7Pu_BliIHx0o3SUFwA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estranho, em um determinado tempo, melhor dia acordamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;levantamos com o barulho do despertador, ou do telefone tocando, vamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;escovar os dentes, tomar um banho, pentear o cabelo, escolher uma roupa para vestir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(no meu caso qualquer uma) tomamos café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saimos em direção há algum ponto de ônibus, salvo claro se você tiver carro, ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;queira ficar em casa. Entramos no ônibus lotado, enfrentamos todo o tipo de obstáculos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;chegamos ao tão destino esperado ou não, depende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Trabalhamos o dia inteiro, fazemos pausa para o almoço, quando nos damos conta já é hora de ir embora, e lá vai outra fila, e novos obstáculos, chegando em casa, banho, arrumar um pouco da bagunça, ler ou desenhar, ou entrar na internet, ta até ai tudo normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas o que me impressiona, é como as coisas são imprevistas, a cada palavra é uma conseqüência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;diferente, e as vezes tudo não passou de um desencontro de palavras, que no momento impulsionado por só deus sabe se lá o que, sai e causa um transtorno e mal estar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As vezes me pergunto qual o problema da felicidade? Ou qual seria o meu, ou nosso, enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aonde é que está a bendita incognita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tudo vai bem, e o Sol brilha a cada dia mais, ai vem uma palavra mal dita e coloca tudo em mals lençois, não, não concordo, tudo é muito leve, lindo, pra colocarmos tudo a perder, por um simples capricho das palavras ditas na hora errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sou totalmente contra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Prefiro mudar a história de rumo, e acreditar que amanhã o Sol vai brilhar mais, e que vamos sempre olhar tudo do alto, do mais sublime lugar, vamos gritar até todos os demônios sairem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;vamos respirar aliviados, e deixar a paz fluir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O que eu sinto, ou sentimos não tem nome.&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/6060361642690866505-2643431011656757799?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/2643431011656757799/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilha-brilha-mais-forte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2643431011656757799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/2643431011656757799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/brilha-brilha-mais-forte.html' title='Brilha, brilha mais forte...'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SZSFZybxuYI/AAAAAAAAAes/erqaLDJqUu8/s72-c/ATgAAAAeh9oNIR7Qao9zRpw7YE2lPts69x2A2VOlsCbSPKqanJTxwl5zE76n522FAuU6I_3knnciy3MrCO5ekQ8nZGkOAJtU9VD6-Ly3egmD7Pu_BliIHx0o3SUFwA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060361642690866505.post-7585050482547776315</id><published>2009-02-08T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:37:27.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voe bem alto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SY8XgX1rjZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mAml0DNHJJw/s1600-h/borboleta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300481131360783762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SY8XgX1rjZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mAml0DNHJJw/s320/borboleta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um novo começo, novos ares, lugares, pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aconteça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Improvise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonhe bem alto, alto e mais alto e quando estivermos lá em cima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;veremos o mundo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sou o que quero ser, porque possuo apenas uma vida e nela só tenho uma chance de fazer o que quero.Tenho felicidade o bastante para fazê-la doce dificuldades para fazê-la forte,Tristeza para fazê-la humana e esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas,elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Clarice_Lispector/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060361642690866505-7585050482547776315?l=medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/feeds/7585050482547776315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/voe-bem-alto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7585050482547776315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6060361642690866505/posts/default/7585050482547776315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://medalicencaquevoubeijaroceu.blogspot.com/2009/02/voe-bem-alto.html' title='Voe bem alto...'/><author><name>Sih</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342276771312240833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/S3R4-w-t46I/AAAAAAAAApI/gvpzCDotrcU/S220/1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xPAUhOxhr4M/SY8XgX1rjZI/AAAAAAAAAeU/mAml0DNHJJw/s72-c/borboleta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
