<?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-7391446486422906042</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:43:32.612-02:00</updated><category term='Relatos'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Notícias'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Dicas'/><category term='Reflexões'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>"O PARAÍSO DO AMOR"</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;"PENSAMENTOS, REFLEXÕES, POESIAS, NOTÍCIAS E MUITO MAIS..."&lt;/center&gt;


&lt;p align="right"&gt; by Celina Alves   &lt;/p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1567120388684980239</id><published>2012-01-01T03:47:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:54:29.064-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>FELIZ 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78So9VnL3RE/Tv_zslSCRuI/AAAAAAAAc2k/wTS3xYs_UZU/s1600/feliz%2Bano%2Bnovo%2B2012-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78So9VnL3RE/Tv_zslSCRuI/AAAAAAAAc2k/wTS3xYs_UZU/s400/feliz%2Bano%2Bnovo%2B2012-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692536401267148514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Mais um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais uma jornada vencida pelos caminhos e atalhos da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e, por onde você passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a felicidade assim como a brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seja sempre sentida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Celina Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1567120388684980239?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1567120388684980239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1567120388684980239&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1567120388684980239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1567120388684980239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-2012.html' title='FELIZ 2012'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-78So9VnL3RE/Tv_zslSCRuI/AAAAAAAAc2k/wTS3xYs_UZU/s72-c/feliz%2Bano%2Bnovo%2B2012-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1969774183128069684</id><published>2011-11-04T02:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T02:34:57.395-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSSA MELHOR COMPANHIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nunca estamos sós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O vento nos fala aos ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a brisa beija leve nossa face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o canto dos pássaros embala nosso adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as ondas que se quebram nas rochas nos alertam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;os raios do sol aquecem nossa pele e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a chuva fina molha nossos medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a tempestade os levam para longe, pois não pode haver medo onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existe amor e companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;companhia esta que você pode nem ver, mas sente e sabe que ela está presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo isso tem nome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Celina Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1969774183128069684?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1969774183128069684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1969774183128069684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1969774183128069684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1969774183128069684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2011/11/nossa-melhor-companhia.html' title='NOSSA MELHOR COMPANHIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2810338180723265758</id><published>2010-07-29T02:08:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:24:21.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FELICIDADE EXISTE, VOCÊ É QUE NÃO VÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Não olhe apenas, veja. Enxergue além de,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não escute apenas, ouça. E com atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não toque apenas, sinta. E com sentimento puro e verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não ande apenas, caminhe. E com gratidão pelos seus passos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não fale apenas, dialogue. E com a certeza de que existe "o outro" e, que este merece seu carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Preste atenção em tudo, em todas as dádivas que lhe são atribuídas todos os dias, todos os momentos e você nem se dá conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Reclame menos e agradeça mais, tenho certeza que a lista de agradecimentos desde o dia que nasceu até hoje é maior do que a de queixas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seja feliz, é sua obrigação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ou veja o mundo passar pela janela até que a morte te chame...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;By Celina Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2810338180723265758?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2810338180723265758/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2810338180723265758&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2810338180723265758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2810338180723265758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/felicidade-existe-voce-e-que-nao-ve.html' title='A FELICIDADE EXISTE, VOCÊ É QUE NÃO VÊ'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5483058296393262353</id><published>2009-12-23T23:36:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T01:44:18.505-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>BOAS FESTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut-recados.com/katrix/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/katrix1/Feliz_Natal_1388184082_28.gif" alt="Feliz Natal-12068" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/katrix/maozinha.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Desejo um Natal abençoado à todos que passam por aqui e super obrigada pelas visitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bjobjo;)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-5483058296393262353?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5483058296393262353/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5483058296393262353&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5483058296393262353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5483058296393262353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2009/12/boas-festas.html' title='BOAS FESTAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-3561842862279018488</id><published>2009-04-13T23:58:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:59:54.234-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>NÃO VOLTA MAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Quanto tempo perdido&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brigando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reclamando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;criticando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cara feia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cenho franzido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pessimismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;noites sem dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pra quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oras bolas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;não sabes que a pequena vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;curta vida, dura um instante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e você perdeu esse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com coisinhas insignificantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deixou de amar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;perdoar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;doar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;apaixonar-se mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;brincar mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;perdeu o que verdadeiramente faz sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e nada volta mais...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-3561842862279018488?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3561842862279018488/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=3561842862279018488&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3561842862279018488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3561842862279018488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-volta-mais.html' title='NÃO VOLTA MAIS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-9184747124575224033</id><published>2008-12-20T17:59:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:31:18.003-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Um dia alguém me disse que na vida eu sempre tenho duas escolhas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoje eu decidi escolher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;decidi fazer todas minhas escolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ser forte e não fraca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ser feliz e não triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ter coragem e não me acovardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;amar e não odiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;agradecer e não reclamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;perdoar e não guardar mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;agir e não ficar estagnada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dar e não ser mesquinha ou avarenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;receber e não ter orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ser rica e não ser pobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ser saudável e não doente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fazer acontecer e não ficar sentada esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;estender as mãos e descruzar os braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e sobretudo acreditar no bem e na vitória infalível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-9184747124575224033?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9184747124575224033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=9184747124575224033&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9184747124575224033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9184747124575224033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/escolhas.html' title='ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-313489121056012175</id><published>2008-11-20T02:38:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:31:44.192-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Eu confio em Você&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eu preciso de Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;eu sinto Você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você me ouve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me atende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me ensina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me consola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;com amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Você me dá esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me faz ser criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;mais uma vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-313489121056012175?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/313489121056012175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=313489121056012175&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/313489121056012175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/313489121056012175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/voc.html' title='VOCÊ'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5055173976337850234</id><published>2008-11-07T00:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:50:11.521-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>HOJE É DIA DE CECÍLIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://leonorcordeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoje-dia-de-ceclia.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i124.photobucket.com/albums/p4/oileonor_2006/BLOGAGEM7-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEILÃO DE JARDIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem me compra um jardim com flores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Borboletas de muitas cores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lavadeiras e passarinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ovos verdes e azuis nos ninhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem me compra este caracol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem me compra um raio de sol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Um lagarto entre o muro e a hera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;uma estátua da Primavera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Quem me compra este formigueiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E este sapo, que é jardineiro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E a cigarra e a sua canção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E o grilinho dentro do chão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Este é o meu leilão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cecília Meireles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* Escolhi esse versos lindos e lúdicos de Cecília Meireles porque marcaram de uma forma muito alegre, emocionante e divertida a minha doce infância.&lt;br /&gt;Assim como Cecília, hoje também é o dia do meu aniversário, então:&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de Cecília e de Celina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-5055173976337850234?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5055173976337850234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5055173976337850234&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5055173976337850234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5055173976337850234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-dia-de-ceclia.html' title='HOJE É DIA DE CECÍLIA!'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2654763648961219527</id><published>2008-10-25T15:57:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:32:08.190-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>PERDIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Fui dormir inverno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordei outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pela manhã estava primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;durante a tarde me vi completamente verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando anoiteceu, me perdi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De novo não sabia quem eu era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estava sem rumo, sem direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem nenhuma estação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(By Celina Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2654763648961219527?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8791335487889867160</id><published>2008-09-08T17:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:32:32.746-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>EM VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p class="introduction"&gt;Nos teus braços me encontro&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos teus olhos me perco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no teu coração me aconchego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos teus lábios te bebo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te devoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te venero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me entrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...mais uma vez&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8791335487889867160?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8791335487889867160/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8791335487889867160&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8791335487889867160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8791335487889867160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/09/em-voc.html' title='EM VOCÊ'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8706826436100331120</id><published>2008-08-25T02:35:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T02:50:33.825-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatos'/><title type='text'>BLOG 100</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SLJEx5SCoQI/AAAAAAAAC_o/-NcfkbbMFU0/s1600-h/Blog_100_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SLJEx5SCoQI/AAAAAAAAC_o/-NcfkbbMFU0/s320/Blog_100_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324940566077698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELO: ESTE BLOG É 100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É com o maior prazer que O Paraíso do Amor recebe mais um selo: Este Blog é 100!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ele veio da querida Tânia do &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.blogandoarte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogando Arte&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.mevendoasavessas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me Vendo às Avessas&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tânia, super obrigada pela indicação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À você um textinho meu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Como Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando pensamos que nada mais nos surpreende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aparece uma amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mesmo distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sinto-a tão perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e enriquece meu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com seu carinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e dedicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como Deus é maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre trazendo o bem pra perto da gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre nos fazendo emocionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com gestos meigos de amigos queridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos presentes que nos dão presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obrigada por esse presente Tânia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada Deus por trazer-me amigos tão especiais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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100'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SLJEx5SCoQI/AAAAAAAAC_o/-NcfkbbMFU0/s72-c/Blog_100_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-9003296880605188991</id><published>2008-08-15T03:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T03:40:46.812-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>JOÃO GUIMARÃES ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SEMANA CULTURAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Mais uma vez meu querido amigo, escritor e jornalista &lt;a href="http://www.petroniosouzagoncalves.blogspot.com/"&gt;Petrônio Souza Gonçalves&lt;/a&gt;, convidou-me para um evento muito especial na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Academia Mineira de Letras&lt;/span&gt; e que com o maior prazer repasso a vocês, pois o que é bom a gente passa pra frente não é mesmo? E ele sabedor da minha paixão por poesia e literatura de uma maneira geral, sempre me deixa por dentro dos acontecimentos lá da Academia em Minas Gerais. Como eu disse a ele, fica muito difícil viajar durante a semana, mas espero ter a oportunidade de pessoalmente conhecer os membros da Academia e tomar o chá das cinco com ele e com todos os outros, será uma honra.&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Academia Mineira de Letras&lt;/span&gt; realizará uma semana cultural em homenagem ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;centenário&lt;/span&gt; do grande escritor mineiro, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João Guimarães Rosa&lt;/span&gt;, entre os dias &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 a 22 de Agosto&lt;/span&gt;, sempre às 18:30h, com palestras, bate-papos e lançamento de livros.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 18, às 18:30h, será a abertura oficial da semana, com a presença do escritor, jornalista e presidente da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Academia Brasileira de Letras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cícero Sandroni&lt;/span&gt;. Após a abertura oficial do evento, a filha de Guimarães Rosa, a escritora &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vilma Guimarães Rosa&lt;/span&gt;, fará a palestra sobre a vida e obra de seu pai e lançará o livro: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"João Guimarães Rosa, meu pai"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 19, será a vez da palestra da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Profª Letícia Malard&lt;/span&gt;, com o título: "O Rio São Francisco em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grande sertão: veredas&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;No dia 20, a Academia receberá a palestra da acadêmica &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen Schneider Guimarães&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Corpo de Baile: De Miguilim a Miguel"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No dia 21, é a vez da palestra do escritor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alaor Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;, com o tema, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"João Guimarães Rosa: a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;melhor epopéia"&lt;/span&gt;, além da palestra do escritor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marco Aurélio Baggio&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inquietante estranheza em: A terceira margem do rio"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Encerrando a semana cultural, a Academia receberá no dia 22 de Agosto, a palestra da &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Profª&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Vaz Leão&lt;/span&gt;, intitulada, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sagarana: anúncio e amostra de uma revolução literária"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as palestras têm entrada franca e acontecerá na sede da Academia, no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auditório Vivaldi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moreira&lt;/span&gt;, que fica na Rua Bahia, 1466 - Belo Horizonte. Informações: (31) 3222-5764&lt;br /&gt;Quem mora em BH ou puder comparecer, com certeza será um evento maravilhoso, com um aprendizado pra vida toda. Se alguém tiver interesse em conhecer um pouco da vida de Guimarães Rosa, visite o site &lt;a href="http://www.releituras.com/guimarosa_bio.asp"&gt;Releituras&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Só para relembrarmos uma famosa frase de Guimarães Rosa que gosto muito: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"As pessoas não morrem, ficam encantadas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recado dado.&lt;br /&gt;Bjobjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SKUiXv5ABMI/AAAAAAAAC8w/V6zYVNX_nyc/s1600-h/semana+cultural.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SKUiXv5ABMI/AAAAAAAAC8w/V6zYVNX_nyc/s320/semana+cultural.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234627933275948226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-9003296880605188991?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9003296880605188991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=9003296880605188991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9003296880605188991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9003296880605188991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/joo-guimares-rosa.html' title='JOÃO GUIMARÃES ROSA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SKUiXv5ABMI/AAAAAAAAC8w/V6zYVNX_nyc/s72-c/semana+cultural.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7009462646173779315</id><published>2008-08-08T23:05:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:37:47.431-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>DIVERSIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tem coisas que a gente não entende,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas é melhor aceitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem coisas que  a gente não aceita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo entendendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem pessoas que nos magoam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem pessoas que sabem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos magoam e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo assim continuam lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te fazendo sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te fazendo chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tirando seu sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seu sossego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te fazendo perder o ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fazendo o coração palpitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem pessoas que estão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e você sente saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem pessoas que você sente saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo estando perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem coisas que estão diante de nossos olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e nós não vemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem coisas que nós vemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo estando distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem pessos que são assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e outras são assim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como eu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7009462646173779315?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7009462646173779315/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7009462646173779315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7009462646173779315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7009462646173779315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/diversidade.html' title='DIVERSIDADE'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6606392236201153837</id><published>2008-08-01T03:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T03:25:12.963-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>SEI DE VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Não tenha medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você é capaz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;você é sábio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embora não saiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem competência e carisma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embora não saiba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não se esconda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mostre-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você pode, eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sua luz brilha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seu Pai é o Todo de Tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e você é seu herdeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não temas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o mundo te espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é grande,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não se sinta pequeno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Você é importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embora não saiba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas eu sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sei das suas virtudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sei dos seus amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e também das suas dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sei do seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da sua essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sei de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e sei muito mais de você."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-6606392236201153837?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6606392236201153837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=6606392236201153837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6606392236201153837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6606392236201153837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/sei-de-voc.html' title='SEI DE VOCÊ'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6611915323074317171</id><published>2008-07-28T17:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:38:09.192-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>OS AMIGOS DE MARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ Com quem conversas Maria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouço-te pela janela entreaberta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ São meus amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ Não tens amigos Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não vejo ninguém aí fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ Como não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vês as flores, o sol, os pássaros e as borboletas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ Mas não são gente Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não têm vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não falam, nem respondem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ Quando choro, o sol seca minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando falo, as flores se abrem em pétalas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando me perco, as borboletas me mostram o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dançam enfileiradas fazendo estrada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando não sei a melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;são os pássaros que me dão o tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aí eu rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me encanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São meus amigos sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me dão todas as respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viva os amigos de Maria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-6611915323074317171?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6611915323074317171/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=6611915323074317171&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6611915323074317171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6611915323074317171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/os-amigos-de-maria.html' title='OS AMIGOS DE MARIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8085439064650242434</id><published>2008-07-23T17:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:59:27.251-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>SELO DARDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SIeTXQm9qRI/AAAAAAAAC10/uJDa4xiMuBU/s1600-h/selo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SIeTXQm9qRI/AAAAAAAAC10/uJDa4xiMuBU/s320/selo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226307920391416082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEU PRIMEIRO PRÊMIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Amigos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Paraíso do Amor&lt;/span&gt; recebeu seu primeiro prêmio. Estou muito feliz com a indicação recebida pela querida Tania Pimenta, editora do blog &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.blogandoarte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogando Arte&lt;/a&gt; e do blog &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.mevendoasavessas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me Vendo às Avessas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, que já são blogs parceiros e maravilhosos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O selo é o Prêmio Dardos.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Com o Prêmio Dardos se reconhecem os valores que cada blogueiro mostra cada dia em seu empenho por transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais, etc..., que em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O Prêmio Dardos tem certas regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Aceitar exibir a distinta imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Linkar o blog do qual recebeu o prêmio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Escolher quinze (15) blogs para entregar o Prêmio Dardos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus blogs indicados são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Achados do Dia&lt;br /&gt;2. Alma de Poesia&lt;br /&gt;3. Gritos Verticais&lt;br /&gt;4. Rosa Chic&lt;br /&gt;5. O Diário de Uma Fashionista&lt;br /&gt;6. A moda como ela é!&lt;br /&gt;7. Blogando Arte&lt;br /&gt;8. Brasil do Bem&lt;br /&gt;9. Meninas da Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;10. Mini-Saia&lt;br /&gt;11. pePPer inFashion&lt;br /&gt;12. Searching The Inner Me...&lt;br /&gt;13. Sem ser blasé&lt;br /&gt;14. 2 Beauty&lt;br /&gt;15. Youadore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereço esse prêmio também a todos os blogs parceiros, merecidamente.&lt;br /&gt;Tania Pimenta, obrigada pelo carinho e pela indicação.&lt;br /&gt;Meu outro blog &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.luxoseluxos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luxos e Luxos&lt;/a&gt; também foi agraciado com o prêmio. Felicidade dupla.&lt;br /&gt;Bjobjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/7391446486422906042-8085439064650242434?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8085439064650242434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8085439064650242434&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8085439064650242434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8085439064650242434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/selo-dardos.html' title='SELO DARDOS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/SIeTXQm9qRI/AAAAAAAAC10/uJDa4xiMuBU/s72-c/selo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4594230300462219186</id><published>2008-07-17T00:36:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:43:46.233-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>MINHA ESSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Às vezes eu tenho um encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão lindo comigo mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aí eu flutuo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viajo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transponho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;transcendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e me encontro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de verdade! com minha essência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me descubro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descortino-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dispo-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;liberto-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nesse encontro comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encontro você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E quando encontro você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encontro Deus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4594230300462219186?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4594230300462219186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4594230300462219186&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4594230300462219186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4594230300462219186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/minha-essncia.html' title='MINHA ESSÊNCIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6667298614527684626</id><published>2008-07-10T17:49:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:02:22.763-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>MEU GRITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...e vem o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas dentro de mim eu grito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grito pra você não me ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra você não saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pra você não sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sufoco no silêncio aquilo que na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu queria extravasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas o medo me impede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a insegurança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o desespero de não saber o depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu grito silencioso é meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;só meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só eu ouço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;só eu sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;só eu sofro e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim, te poupo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-6667298614527684626?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6667298614527684626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=6667298614527684626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6667298614527684626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6667298614527684626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/meu-grito.html' title='MEU GRITO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8602588779050056327</id><published>2008-06-26T16:55:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:17:16.619-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>ARROGÂNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quanto mais arrogante for a pessoa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais evidenciará sua pequenez interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem tem pouco valor age com arrogância para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parecer importante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas com isso mostra apenas sua insignificância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre os que ocupam posições elevadas neste mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muitos estão destruindo o maior tesouro que existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e pouco se importam com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para eles, poder se impor com arrogância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem que ninguém se rebele, constitui uma tentação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não percebem que o bom sentimento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;é o supremo tesouro dentre os tesouros."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Masaharu Taniguchi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8602588779050056327?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8602588779050056327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8602588779050056327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8602588779050056327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8602588779050056327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/arrogncia.html' title='ARROGÂNCIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7383729915859654694</id><published>2008-06-16T17:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:59:45.627-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O tempo não tem forma. No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entanto, dele são extraídas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todas as coisas boas e preciosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem desperdiça o tempo está desperdiçando tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem não aproveita bem o tempo vive em vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se não queres passar a vida em vão, aprende a usar proveitosamente o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem usa proveitosamente o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre acaba exteriorizando seus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talentos inatos e descobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grandes tesouros nesta vida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Massaharu Taniguchi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7383729915859654694?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7383729915859654694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7383729915859654694&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7383729915859654694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7383729915859654694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-tempo.html' title='O TEMPO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4145144355995950538</id><published>2008-05-27T01:41:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:47:40.148-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Pare! pare tudo,&lt;br /&gt;mas pare tudo mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;repense&lt;br /&gt;releia&lt;br /&gt;refaça&lt;br /&gt;reabra&lt;br /&gt;reabasteça&lt;br /&gt;reaja&lt;br /&gt;reacenda&lt;br /&gt;reaproveite&lt;br /&gt;reavalie&lt;br /&gt;recarregue&lt;br /&gt;recicle&lt;br /&gt;Recomece,&lt;br /&gt;pois às vezes recomeçar é o melhor caminho..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4145144355995950538?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4145144355995950538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4145144355995950538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4145144355995950538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4145144355995950538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='PENSAMENTO DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6642117664061354375</id><published>2008-05-23T02:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T02:35:26.247-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>PARECE QUE FOI ONTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Amo-te como outrora,&lt;br /&gt;amo-te como se fosse o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;ainda fico trêmula quando te vejo&lt;br /&gt;e dispara-me o coração quanto te ouço&lt;br /&gt;parece que foi ontem...&lt;br /&gt;mas tanto já se passou&lt;br /&gt;e ainda sinto seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;seu gosto&lt;br /&gt;seu gozo&lt;br /&gt;Ouço seu grito&lt;br /&gt;seu gemido&lt;br /&gt;seu sussurro nos meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;suas mãos tocando-me o corpo&lt;br /&gt;percorrendo minha carne sedenta&lt;br /&gt;meu corpo molhado de prazer&lt;br /&gt;de tesão, de amor e paixão&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixa assim&lt;br /&gt;e assim eu viajo no seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;num eterno frenesi&lt;br /&gt;Parece que foi ontem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-6642117664061354375?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6642117664061354375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-453441460889224750</id><published>2008-05-02T00:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:14:04.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A DOENÇA DA MÁGOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quando se lembra, é porque nunca se esqueceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando chora, é porque marcou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando chora mais ainda, é porque não perdoou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando adoece, é porque se sente magoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mágoa contida no âmago é veneno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e se materializa quando não perdoamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas como perdoar se ainda dói?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se dói já é motivo suficiente para perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim essa dor vai embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim se esquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim não chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assim não chora mais ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e principalmente assim não adoece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a saúde inata à você se manifesta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-453441460889224750?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/453441460889224750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=453441460889224750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/453441460889224750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/453441460889224750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/doena-da-mgoa.html' title='A DOENÇA DA MÁGOA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2695001197919546905</id><published>2008-04-16T00:17:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:30:06.039-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatos'/><title type='text'>NATUREZA VIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ontem abracei uma árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fiquei alguns instantes arragadinha à ela, olhos fechados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coração aberto e pensamento elevado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha alma estava feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me senti criança, livre, leve...pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma pureza de espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um reencontro comigo mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com minhas raízes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ontem abracei uma árvore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natureza bela, natureza viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que fala, que sente, que chora e respira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...e responde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;devolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;envolve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retribui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contribui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restaura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ontem abracei uma árvore...(de verdade)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(By Celina Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2695001197919546905?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2695001197919546905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2695001197919546905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2695001197919546905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2695001197919546905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/04/natureza-viva.html' title='NATUREZA VIVA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1970288321384395004</id><published>2008-03-23T01:41:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T01:43:59.862-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>FRASE DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Que a Páscoa renove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em todos nós a esperança de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um futuro melhor com amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paz e solidariedade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Paraíso do Amor deseja o melhor do melhor para todos vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beijos sabor chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1970288321384395004?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1970288321384395004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1970288321384395004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1970288321384395004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1970288321384395004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/frase-do-dia.html' title='FRASE DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8990588401646325517</id><published>2008-03-19T20:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:05:48.395-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>ESTRELAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A noite me encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;principalmente as de verão, com seu clima morno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me aquece a alma e trás alegria ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os astros me fascinam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em especial as estrelas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tão longe, mas tão perto da minha essência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu e elas somos um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu faço parte delas e elas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um brilho ímpar, grandioso, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inexplicável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serve de guia nas noites escuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inspiração aos apaixonados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e a mim, me surpreende com tamanho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;esplendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com tamanho mistério&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com exuberante beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu as espreito e elas me retribuem o olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falam comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ouvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu as toco com o olhar e elas me tocam com o seu brilho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu as amo e elas me amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O universo está dentro de mim e eu dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz eu sou, por ter todas as estrelas, todos os astros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ao alcance de minhas mãos, do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque tudo na verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está onde sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentro de mim e para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8990588401646325517?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8990588401646325517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8990588401646325517&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8990588401646325517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8990588401646325517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/estrelas.html' title='ESTRELAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8984220100142521700</id><published>2008-03-13T15:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T15:38:49.804-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>"ACORDEI"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hoje acordei para ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordei para vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordei para o sucesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordei e descobri que sou a mais perfeita manifestação do amor de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Percebei que sou saudável desde o início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que já sou próspera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mereço sempre o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acordei e descobri que o outro e eu somos "um"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por isso quando ajudo meu semelhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estou ajudando a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acordei para sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para amar as pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para ser solidária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para arrumar as gavetas, os armários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tomar banho de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;andar descalça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acordei e descobri que posso tranformar tudo ao meu redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;num Paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que só depende de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;das minhas palavras e sobretudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;das minhas ações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei pra você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acordei pra mim "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Celina Alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8984220100142521700?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8984220100142521700/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8984220100142521700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8984220100142521700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8984220100142521700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/acordei.html' title='&quot;ACORDEI&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8658487127111811198</id><published>2008-03-08T01:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T01:57:34.077-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Semente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER-mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER que faz gente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER que faz a gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER guerreiro, guerrilheiro, lutador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multimidia, multitarefa, multifaceta, multi-acaso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;multi-coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER que dá conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vai além da conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que multiplica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;divide, soma e subtrai, sem perder a conta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sem se dar conta, de que esse século foi seu parto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na direção de seu espaço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de seu lugar de direito e de fato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de seu mundo que lhe foi usurpado e que agora é por ela ocupado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULHER... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esse SER florado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esse SER adorado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esse SER adornado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos põe em um tornado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos deixa saciado e transtornado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos faz explodir e sentir extasiado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SER admirado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULHER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nesse final de milénio, faça a transição. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tire de seu coração a semente que vai mudar toda a gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;levando o mundo a ser mais gente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um mundo mais feminino, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais rosado e sensibilizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais equilibrado e perfumado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PARABENS MULHER !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não pelo oito de marco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem pelo beijo e pelo abraço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem pelo cheiro e pelo amaço. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas por ser o que és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Humus da humanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raiz da sensibilidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tronco da multiplicidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Folhas da serenidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flores da fertilidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frutos da eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Essencia da natureza humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parabéns e Sorria !!!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8658487127111811198?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8658487127111811198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8658487127111811198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8658487127111811198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8658487127111811198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulher.html' title='MULHER'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7893923442764407158</id><published>2008-03-04T02:55:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:01:27.410-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>FRASES DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Entender com os olhos é atributo&lt;br /&gt;da fina sutileza do amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor não exige a perfeição e é tolerante&lt;br /&gt;com as fraquezas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é uma flor delicada, mas é&lt;br /&gt;preciso ter a coragem de ir colhê-la&lt;br /&gt;à beira de um precipício"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando se ama não é preciso entender&lt;br /&gt;o que se passa lá fora, porque&lt;br /&gt;tudo passa a acontecer dentro de nós"&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O amor é um conflito entre nossos&lt;br /&gt;reflexos e nossas reflexões"&lt;br /&gt;(Magnus Hirschfeld)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7893923442764407158?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7893923442764407158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7893923442764407158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7893923442764407158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7893923442764407158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/frases-do-dia.html' title='FRASES DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2942593547978130808</id><published>2008-02-25T01:06:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T01:15:15.295-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>TRISTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não procurei, tenho certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem em sã consciência iria procurá-la?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas ela veio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não pediu licença e se aproximou de mansinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem saber lidar com ela, eu gritei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te chamei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;implorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas você foi embora, sem se importar com a chegada dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se você volta? não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas ela está aqui, agora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me corroendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dilacerando minha'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apertando meu peito e me tirando o sono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E agora? que faço eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não sei, estou perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficarei aqui quietinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando que ela se vá ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que você volte e arranque-a definitivamente de dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2942593547978130808?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2942593547978130808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2942593547978130808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2942593547978130808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2942593547978130808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/tristeza.html' title='TRISTEZA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-9074804302706278209</id><published>2008-02-19T14:09:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:19:23.204-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>PAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela vem não sei de onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e se vai não sei por quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas deixa marcas arrasadoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vem como um furacão, devorando tudo, mudando tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixando-me sem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fico tonta, inebriada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fico sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas, fico feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicidade efêmera eu sei, mas é felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não importa o tempo que dure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;importa a emoção que causa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a sensação que enlouquece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o prazer que proporciona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a leveza d'alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mesmo por pouco tempo é deliciosamente sentida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-9074804302706278209?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/9074804302706278209/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=9074804302706278209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9074804302706278209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/9074804302706278209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/paixo.html' title='PAIXÃO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6109209370237252391</id><published>2008-02-14T00:35:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:48:11.710-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>EU POSSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Hoje recebi uma visita, ela sempre vinha, mas eu não a atendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insistente, ela me procurou e sempre e sempre eu não a reconhecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje eu resolvi recebê-la e mais ainda, resolvi recepcioná-la com um brinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei-a entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deixei-a falar-me em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abri meus olhos para vê-la, mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não meus olhos carnais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abri meus olhos mentais e ela estava lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda como sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pronta para mim, como sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilhante como o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disponível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como sempre esteve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como pude ficar tanto tempo sem recebê-la por mais que ela insistisse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como pude viver sem ela esse tempo todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como tola eu fui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas hoje, tudo mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo melhorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo ficou diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tudo recebeu uma nova luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora, ela não vai mais embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu a aceitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para sempre ela estará comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para sempre ela me fará feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para sempre eu estarei apta a aceitá-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre, sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela se chama "Vitória",&lt;br /&gt;seu sobrenome "Sucesso"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixei-a entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e ela nunca mais vai embora!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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POSSO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4754700160728063470</id><published>2008-02-07T02:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T03:08:15.391-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>ALMAS PERFUMADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tem gente que tem cheiro de passarinho quando canta. De sol quando acorda. De flor quando ri...Ao lado delas a gente se sente no balanço de uma rede que dança gostoso, numa tarde extensa, sem relógio e sem agenda. Ao lado delas, a gente se sente comendo pipoca na praça, lambuzando o queixo de sorvete. Melando os dedos com algodão doce, da cor mais doce que tem pra escolher. O tempo é outro...&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que tem o cheiro das estrelas que o Criador acende no céu e das que conseguimos acender na Terra. Ao lado delas a gente não acha que o amor é possível, a gente tem certeza. Ao lado delas a gente se sente visitando um lugar feito de alegria. Recebendo um buquê de carinhos. Abraçando um filhote de urso Panda. Tocando com os olhos os olhos da paz. Ao lado delas saboreamos a delícia do toque suave que sua presença sopra no nosso coração. Tem gente que tem cheiro de cafuné sem pressa. Do brinquedo que a gente não largava. Do acalanto que o silêncio canta. De passeio no jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente percebe que a sensualidade é um perfume que vem de dentro e que a atração que realmente nos move não passa só pelo corpo. Corre em outras veias. Pulsa em outro lugar. Ao lado delas a gente lembra que no instante em que rimos, uma grande paz toma conta de nós. E a gente ri grande que nem menino arteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma é "perfumada"? Você também pode ser assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(José Orlando Nussi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4754700160728063470?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4754700160728063470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4754700160728063470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4754700160728063470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4754700160728063470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/almas-perfumadas.html' title='ALMAS PERFUMADAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2678679373238230818</id><published>2008-02-01T00:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:17:27.152-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatos'/><title type='text'>LUTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/R6KA9YUXaxI/AAAAAAAABfA/zP2otmuPgEg/s1600-h/luto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/R6KA9YUXaxI/AAAAAAAABfA/zP2otmuPgEg/s320/luto.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161829914908257042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;LUTO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Muitos de vocês que visitam meu blog com frequência, que me mandam e-mails dando sugestões ou pedindo opiniões já se tornaram amigos, por isso sinto-me à vontade de dizer-lhes que estou num momento difícil, de uma perda irreparável, pois perdi uma irmã muitíssimo querida e muito jovem, vaidosa, alegre, ativa e linda. Seguindo minha filosofia de vida oriental, que já comentei com vocês algumas vezes aqui no blog e nos e-mails que respondo, sei que ela partiu para o mundo espiritual e que continua viva, mas a saudade é imensa. Farei o possível para continuar com minhas postagens assíduas e respondendo todos os e-mails na medida do possível.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eis aqui dois pensamentos de autor anônimo que achei propício para esse meu momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Saudade é solidão acompanhada. É quando o amor ainda não foi embora, mas a pessoa amada já"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Quando a gente pensa que sabe todas as respostas, vem a vida e muda todas as perguntas"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Imagem de: ducksfc.zip.net)&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/7391446486422906042-2678679373238230818?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2678679373238230818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2678679373238230818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2678679373238230818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2678679373238230818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/luto.html' title='LUTO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/R6KA9YUXaxI/AAAAAAAABfA/zP2otmuPgEg/s72-c/luto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8882780219536116379</id><published>2008-01-30T00:14:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:21:39.535-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>A VERDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disser&lt;/span&gt; que as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;são&lt;/span&gt; todas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perfeitas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;certamente&lt;/span&gt; dirá que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;louca&lt;/span&gt;, que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;imperfeição&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;inerente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; ser humano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; os que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;matam&lt;/span&gt;, os que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;roubam&lt;/span&gt;, os que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cometem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;milhares&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;erros&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ainda&lt;/span&gt; os que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;estão&lt;/span&gt; a cometer atrocidades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;lhes&lt;/span&gt; digo: na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;essência&lt;/span&gt; somos todos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;perfeitos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apenas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;encobrimos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nossa&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ilusão&lt;/span&gt;" mental a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;perfeição&lt;/span&gt; latente no ser humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;focarmos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nossos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;somente&lt;/span&gt; nas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt; boas, nos fatos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;bons&lt;/span&gt; e nas virtudes, o aparente "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;defeito&lt;/span&gt;" retorna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;louca&lt;/span&gt;, apenas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;constatei&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;aquilo&lt;/span&gt; que vejo nos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;outros&lt;/span&gt; é porque "aquilo" existe dentro de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;mim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;só&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;manifesta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;reconheço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mesmo&lt;/span&gt; o que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;reconheço&lt;/span&gt; é "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;ilusão&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;loucura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;invenção&lt;/span&gt;, é apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;constatação&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(by celina alves)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8882780219536116379?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8882780219536116379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8882780219536116379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8882780219536116379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8882780219536116379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/verdade.html' title='A VERDADE'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-753971252105798876</id><published>2008-01-28T23:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:33:46.701-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>PENSAMENTO DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mire as suas metas na Lua&lt;br /&gt;porque, se você errar, ainda vai estar&lt;br /&gt;entre as estrelas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-753971252105798876?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/753971252105798876/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=753971252105798876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/753971252105798876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/753971252105798876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='PENSAMENTO DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-16978523605985456</id><published>2008-01-25T00:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:18:47.389-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>A Canoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#840084;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em um largo rio, de difícil travessia, havia um barqueiro que atravessava as pessoas de um lado para outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em uma das viagens, iam um advogado e uma professora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Como quem gosta de falar muito, o advogado pergunta ao barqueiro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Companheiro, você entende de leis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não – Responde o barqueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E o advogado compadecido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;É pena, você perdeu metade da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A professora muito social entra na conversa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seu barqueiro sabe ler e escrever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Também não – Responde o remador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Que pena! – Condoi-se a mestra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;– Você perdeu metade da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nisso chega uma onda bastante forte e vira o barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O canoeiro preocupado, pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Vocês sabem nadar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Não! – Respondem eles rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Então é uma pena – Concluiu o barqueiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;– Vocês perderam toda a sua vida!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Não há saber mais ou saber menos: Há saberes diferentes!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cada pessoa tem algo diferente para nos ensinar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-16978523605985456?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/16978523605985456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=16978523605985456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/16978523605985456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/16978523605985456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/canoa.html' title='A Canoa'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2301279618001992350</id><published>2008-01-22T16:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T16:38:09.295-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"O SEGREDO DA HARMONIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ao completar cinquenta anos de matrimônio, o casal foi entrevistado por um repórter que desejava saber o segredo de uma união tão duradoura. O primeiro a responder foi o marido:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Você conhece o pão baguete? Eu adoro o bico desse pão, mas, desde que me casei, eu o corto e dou para minha mulher.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O repórter voltou-se então para a mulher e perguntou-lhe:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- E para a senhora, qual foi o segredo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E ela, olhando para o marido respondeu:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- Eu detesto bico de pão e, há cinquenta anos, eu estou comendo sem reclamar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(FAZER CONCESSÕES, SEMEAR A CONCÓRDIA E CULTIVAR O RESPEITO. ESSES SÃO OS SEGREDOS DA CONVIVÊNCIA HARMONIOSA.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2301279618001992350?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2301279618001992350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2301279618001992350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2301279618001992350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2301279618001992350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-segredo-da-harmonia.html' title='&quot;O SEGREDO DA HARMONIA&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5136596715976796489</id><published>2008-01-18T23:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:16:15.422-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>QUEM É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem é que me tira o sossego, que faz minha respiração ofegar&lt;br /&gt;que entra sem pedir licença nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;quem é...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo avisa, pede, molha, sente, deseja&lt;br /&gt;Os sentidos se misturam e fico zonza&lt;br /&gt;fico trêmula, viajo entre devaneios&lt;br /&gt;procuro e não te encontro, me desespero&lt;br /&gt;te chamo, você não ouve&lt;br /&gt;grito, você não ouve&lt;br /&gt;choro, você não vem&lt;br /&gt;Quem é você?&lt;br /&gt;que não me deixa dormir e me tira o sossego&lt;br /&gt;quem é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-5136596715976796489?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5136596715976796489/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5136596715976796489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5136596715976796489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5136596715976796489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/quem.html' title='QUEM É...'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4380469267606534821</id><published>2008-01-13T15:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T16:07:51.597-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>DESCONFORTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por que as lágrimas insistem em cair?&lt;br /&gt;Por que não consigo controlar meus pensamentos e sentimentos?&lt;br /&gt;Por que essa angústia no peito , essa tristeza n'alma?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me aprisionada dentro de mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;quero gritar e não consigo,&lt;br /&gt;quero forças e ela não vem...&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo dói, minha pernas bambeiam,&lt;br /&gt;um soluço incontrável toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu culpo você,&lt;br /&gt;mas, por que você?&lt;br /&gt;Você está aí, no seu mundinho, sem ao menos se lembrar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesma sou culpada, mas&lt;br /&gt;culpada de quê?&lt;br /&gt;Culpada por sentir medo,&lt;br /&gt;medo de sair de dentro do casulo e voar pro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Esse desconforto é meu,&lt;br /&gt;e somente eu posso encontrar o bálsamo capaz de me trazer alívio.&lt;br /&gt;Ai... como dói!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4380469267606534821?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4380469267606534821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4380469267606534821&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4380469267606534821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4380469267606534821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2008/01/desconforto.html' title='DESCONFORTO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4842627423271002411</id><published>2008-01-07T23:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:52:56.950-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>ALMA DE MULHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada mais contraditório do que ser mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulher que pensa com o coração, age pela emoção e vence pelo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que vive milhões de emoções num só dia e transmite cada uma delas, num único olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que cobra de si a perfeição e vive arrumando desculpas para os erros, daqueles a quem ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que hospeda no ventre outras almas, dá a luz e depois fica cega, diante da beleza dos filhos que gerou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que dá as asas, ensina a voar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas não quer ver partir os pássaros, mesmo sabendo que eles não lhe pertencem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que se enfeita toda e perfuma o leito, ainda que seu amor nem perceba mais tais detalhes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que como uma feitiveira transforma em luz e sorriso as dores que sente na alma, só pra ninguém notar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E ainda tem que ser forte, pra dar os ombros para quem neles precise chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz do homem que por um dia souber entender a alma da mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4842627423271002411?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2761164235595424280</id><published>2007-12-31T16:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:41:08.503-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatos'/><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mais um ano, mais uma jornada vencida pelos caminhos e atalhos da vida, e por onde vocês passarem, que a felicidade assim como a brisa, seja sempre sentida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O Paraíso do Amor deseja à todos vocês parceiros, visitantes, leitores assíduos ou simplesmente paraquedistas de plantão, um Ano Novo pra lá de especial"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2761164235595424280?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2761164235595424280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2761164235595424280&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2761164235595424280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2761164235595424280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4063810555977384498</id><published>2007-12-26T21:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T21:21:37.140-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natal, época de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reflexão&lt;/span&gt;, de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;renascimento&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os sinos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;batem&lt;/span&gt; e junto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; ele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas principalmente de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Esperança&lt;/span&gt; de todos os anos que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;melhores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;virão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;antigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;resurgirão&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;novos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;aparecerão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momento de paz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas que paz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paz que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;voltam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tempos&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ficaram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;pra&lt;/span&gt; tras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Olho&lt;/span&gt; pela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vidraça&lt;/span&gt;  e vejo a neve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;cai&lt;/span&gt; e junto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;minhas&lt;/span&gt; lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;novamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;promessa&lt;/span&gt; de que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;vai&lt;/span&gt; ser diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Hoje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;renasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;renasci&lt;/span&gt; para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para o novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Nesse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;belo&lt;/span&gt; e doce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;festa&lt;/span&gt; sentimental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;quem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;dera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;fosse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Meu&lt;/span&gt; presente de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4063810555977384498?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4063810555977384498/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4063810555977384498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4063810555977384498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4063810555977384498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1110676891615880904</id><published>2007-12-15T15:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:37:24.357-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Júri: grupo de pessoas cuja tarefa é decidir quem tem o melhor advogado"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tudo é relativo. O tempo que dura um minuto, depende de que lado da porta do banheiro você está"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roubar idéias de uma pessoa é plágio. Roubar de várias, é pesquisa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você está velho quando achar que todo mundo está morrendo cedo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lixo= coisas que jogamos fora&lt;br /&gt;Coisas= Lixo que guradamos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amigos se ganha e se perde. Inimigos, acumula-se"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As leis são como as salsichas. Melhor não ver como foram feitas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1110676891615880904?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1110676891615880904/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1110676891615880904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1110676891615880904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1110676891615880904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/humor.html' title='HUMOR'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6991599266400229717</id><published>2007-12-10T17:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:14:32.814-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>FRASE DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se uma leve brisa tocar seu rosto, não se assuste, é apenas minha saudade que te beija em silêncio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/7391446486422906042-6991599266400229717?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6991599266400229717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=6991599266400229717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6991599266400229717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6991599266400229717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/frase-do-dia.html' title='FRASE DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2619246914445627107</id><published>2007-12-07T00:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T00:49:53.429-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>OSCAR WILDE - ALGUMAS FRASES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O mistério do amor é maior que o mistério da morte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O homem pode suportar as desgraças, elas são acidentais e vêm de fora; o que realmente dói, na vida, é sofrer pelas próprias culpas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O egoísmo não consiste em vivermos conforme os nosso desejos, mas sim em exigirmos que os outros vivam da mesma forma que nós gostaríamos. O altruísmo, em deixarmos todo mundo viver do jeito que bem quiser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" As piores coisas sempre são feitas com as melhores intenções"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"É uma pena que nós levemos tão à sério as lições da vida somente quando já não nos servem para nada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Experiência é o nome que todos dão aos seus próprios erros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Viver é a coisa mais rara do mundo. Muitas pessoas existem, só isso..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2619246914445627107?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2619246914445627107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2619246914445627107&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2619246914445627107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2619246914445627107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/12/oscar-wilde-algumas-frases.html' title='OSCAR WILDE - ALGUMAS FRASES'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1720752671995367640</id><published>2007-11-29T18:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T18:30:21.401-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>AMOR DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O prazer se faz em êxtase&lt;br /&gt;quando o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;feito água, descobre todos os&lt;br /&gt;caminhos do seu.&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-se ficar onde você&lt;br /&gt;mergulha em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Stela&lt;/span&gt; Fonseca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1720752671995367640?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1720752671995367640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1720752671995367640&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1720752671995367640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1720752671995367640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor-do-dia.html' title='AMOR DO DIA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1155295458582866784</id><published>2007-11-26T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:14:44.425-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>COMPAIXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A compaixão é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uma&lt;/span&gt; virtude que mostra como compreender o sofrimento das pessoas. Ela está sempre entre os justos e os inocentes.&lt;br /&gt;Trabalha sempre fazendo o bem e nunca deixa a gente se sentir só.&lt;br /&gt;Significa colocar-se incondicionalmente ao lado do outro, sem qualquer tipo de julgamento quanto à situação que ele está &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vivenciando&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum ser humano pode encontrar a felicidade enquanto ao seu lado existir o sofrimento de outro seres. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1155295458582866784?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1155295458582866784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1155295458582866784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1155295458582866784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1155295458582866784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/compaixo.html' title='COMPAIXÃO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4617258509816011712</id><published>2007-11-21T14:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:22:53.289-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>VENHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Num momento incerto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem data marcada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem hora definida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha, de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando a solidão apertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu encontrar os limites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;da minha resistência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu não mais suportar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as saudades e ausência;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando minhas carências&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sufocarem os sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E eu me perder nas tristezas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando eu me encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no fundo da mais profunda melancolia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha, trazendo um sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o calor de um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;abraço&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pode vir como amigo ou irmão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas venha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trazendo um pouco de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma cantiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algumas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou um silêncio profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onde eu possa repousar meus temores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e reencontrar meus sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não precisa avisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basta você chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu começo, de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4617258509816011712?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4617258509816011712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4617258509816011712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4617258509816011712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4617258509816011712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/venha.html' title='VENHA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8584520063049319837</id><published>2007-11-17T17:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T17:10:29.789-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>COLA TUDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encontrei um verso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fraturado&lt;/span&gt;, caído na esquina da rua do lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha se perdido de um coração saudoso que passava por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alí&lt;/span&gt;, desiludido.&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei-o de pé, emendei seus pedaços, refiz suas linhas, retoquei seus traços...&lt;br /&gt;afaguei suas dores como se fossem minhas...&lt;br /&gt;...Agora, novamente estruturado, espero que ele não olhe para trás e não&lt;br /&gt;misture &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sonhos&lt;/span&gt; com amargas falências do passado,&lt;br /&gt;que saiba enfeitar a estrela lá na frente, com fartos laços de rima colorida...&lt;br /&gt;pois é para o futuro que caminham todos os passos apressados desta vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Flora Figueiredo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8584520063049319837?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8584520063049319837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8584520063049319837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8584520063049319837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8584520063049319837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/cola-tudo.html' title='COLA TUDO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8010642069065930018</id><published>2007-11-13T15:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:19:39.334-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>EXPECTATIVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O vento anda mentiroso, prometeu trazer você, não trouxe!&lt;br /&gt;Me dizer o porquê? Não disse!&lt;br /&gt;Esperou que eu me distraísse e passou com pressa rumo ao horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Já não tem importância que cometa outra vez este ato de inconstância.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi a te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Se os ventos são capazes de te levar embora, a qualquer hora&lt;br /&gt;também, serão capazes de te fazer voltar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8010642069065930018?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8010642069065930018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8010642069065930018&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8010642069065930018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8010642069065930018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/expectativa.html' title='EXPECTATIVA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-187923785870188339</id><published>2007-11-11T01:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:16:32.693-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>ABANDONO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ficou um vazio sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;uma saudade inflexível,&lt;br /&gt;a dor da perda, uma inquietação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponderações ilógicas?&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te à revelia,&lt;br /&gt;busco-te inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;alheio à minha realidade,&lt;br /&gt;duelando com a emoção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;não pode ser contido&lt;br /&gt;É um absurdo efêmero,&lt;br /&gt;que distraidamente&lt;br /&gt;esvazia de mim, um pouco de ti,&lt;br /&gt;e não me devolve o sossego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mônica Amélia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-187923785870188339?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/187923785870188339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=187923785870188339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/187923785870188339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/187923785870188339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/abandono.html' title='ABANDONO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2330337836922700661</id><published>2007-11-06T00:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:59:34.233-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>NÃO EXISTE GENTE FEIA, EXISTE GENTE POBRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/Ry_XM7zMkNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ju335AxnSS8/s1600-h/zez%C3%A9+de+camargo+e+zulu+antes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/Ry_XM7zMkNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ju335AxnSS8/s320/zez%C3%A9+de+camargo+e+zulu+antes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129555117809111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEZÉ DE CAMARGO ANTES:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zezé de Camargo, antes da fama, no seu casamento com Zilú, repare todos os detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEZÉ DE CAMARGO, DEPOIS, JÁ FAMOSO E RICO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora depois, já reconhecido, famoso, rico, ao lado da Zilú, repare nos detalhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/Ry_YUrzMkOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SI-b3XKlKZM/s1600-h/zeze+e+zulu+depois.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/Ry_YUrzMkOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SI-b3XKlKZM/s320/zeze+e+zulu+depois.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129556350464725218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pergunto: Existe gente feia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-2330337836922700661?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2330337836922700661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2330337836922700661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2330337836922700661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2330337836922700661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-existe-gente-feia-existe-gente-pobre.html' title='NÃO EXISTE GENTE FEIA, EXISTE GENTE POBRE'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/Ry_XM7zMkNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/ju335AxnSS8/s72-c/zez%C3%A9+de+camargo+e+zulu+antes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5019070819811478886</id><published>2007-10-29T19:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:23:40.041-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>A BRISA E A ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A brisa dizia à rosa: Dá-me linda o teu amor, deixa eu dormir no teu seio, sem receio minha flôr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;De tarde virei da selva, sobre a relva, os meus suspiros te dar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e de noite na corrente virei mansamente te embalar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E a rosa dizia à brisa: Não precisa meus seios dos beijos teus, tu passas de noite e dia, sem poesia a repetir-me os teus "ais", não te amo, amo o vento que é mais forte e eu amo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No outro dia a pobre rosa, no hastil se debruçou, pobre dela, teve a morte, porque o vento (forte) a desfolhou !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(Casimiro de Abreu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-5019070819811478886?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5019070819811478886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5019070819811478886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5019070819811478886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5019070819811478886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/brisa-e-rosa.html' title='A BRISA E A ROSA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7327052863760449922</id><published>2007-10-22T18:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T19:48:34.354-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>O MUNDO É DOS OTIMISTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Os pessimistas são meros espectadores.&lt;br /&gt;Quando você tiver um problema, faça alguma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder passar por cima, passe por baixo, passe através,&lt;br /&gt;dê a volta, vá pela direita, vá pela esquerda, mas vá.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder obter o material certo, vá procurá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder encontrá-lo, substitua-o.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder substituí-lo, improvise.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder improvisar, inove.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acima de tudo, faça alguma coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Há dois gêneros de pessoas que nunca chegam a lugar nenhum:&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que não querem fazer nada e&lt;br /&gt;as que só inventam desculpas! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7327052863760449922?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7327052863760449922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7327052863760449922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7327052863760449922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7327052863760449922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-mundo-dos-otimistas.html' title='O MUNDO É DOS OTIMISTAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8298527134278640241</id><published>2007-10-22T17:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:21:09.542-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"FERNANDO PESSOA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Onde você vê um obstáculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alguém vê o término da viagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e o outro vê uma chance de crescer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde você vê um motivo para se irritar, alguém vê a tragédia total, e o outro vê uma prova para sua paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde você vê a morte, alguém vê o fim e o outro vê o começo de uma nova etapa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde você vê a fortuna, alguém vê a riqueza material, e o outro pode encontrar por trás de tudo a dor e a miséria total.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde você vê a teimosia, alguém vê a ignorância e um outro compreende as limitações do companheiro, percebendo que cada qual caminha em seu próprio passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E que é inutil querer apressar o passo do outro, a não ser que ele deseje isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cada qual vê o que quer, pode ou consegue enxergar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque sou do tamanho do que vejo e não do tamanho da minha altura".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8298527134278640241?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8298527134278640241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8298527134278640241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8298527134278640241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8298527134278640241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/fernando-pessoa.html' title='&quot;FERNANDO PESSOA&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-860602694879577626</id><published>2007-10-22T02:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:26:15.908-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>"VERÃO NOTA 10"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O verão sempre chega radiante, trazendo muito sol e calor. Antes de derreter, descubra que é possível sobreviver linda(o) e fresca(o) sob 40 graus. Aqui vão algumas dicas que já sabemos, mas sempre esquecemos, por isso vale a pena relembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Evite usar roupas com fibras sintéticas, pois elas impedem a eliminação do suor, provocando irritações na pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Abuse das roupas soltas, de preferência as que possuem fibras de algodão e linho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Prefira roupas de cor clara. Cores escuras absorvem mais o calor, aumentando a transpiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Substitua o sapato fechado pelas sandálias ou chinelos que são muito mais frescos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Beba, no mínimo, 8 copos de água todos os dias. Abuse dos chás e sucos de frutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Prefira uma alimentação mais leve à base de carnes brancas, legumes e frutas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Caia de boca nas sobremesas refrescantes, coma saladas de frutas, gelatina e sorvetes (de frutas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Um bom banho morno refresca e ativa a circulação. Nada de água gelada. A água fria faz com que o corpo transpire mais rapidamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Para evitar o suor exagerado, escolha um desodorante adequado. Ideal é usar um que seja bacteriostático (controla a ação das bactérias) e antitranspirante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Se você estiver menstruada, troque o absorvente em intervalos menores. Lembre-se: as infecções genitais aumentam durante o verão. (P/mulheres, óbvio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Lave os cabelos quantas vezes achar necessário. Opte pelos xampus de uso diário que não deixam resíduos e são mais suaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Pratique exercício logo pela manhã ou no final da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Para relaxar e energizar, tome um belo banho de cachoeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Tilibra S/A)&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/7391446486422906042-860602694879577626?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/860602694879577626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=860602694879577626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/860602694879577626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/860602694879577626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/vero-nota-10.html' title='&quot;VERÃO NOTA 10&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4953916881533921995</id><published>2007-10-18T17:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:57:40.436-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"A IDADE DE SER FELIZ"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz. Época da vida de cada pessoa em que sonhar e fazer planos e ter energia bastante para realizá-los a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo nem culpa de sentir prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida à nossa própria imagem e semelhança e vestir-se com todas as cores e experimentar todos os sabores e entregar-se a todos os amores sem preconceito ou pudor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem em que todo desafio é mais um convite à luta que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição de tentar algo novo e de novo e quantas vezes for preciso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se "presente"... e tem a duração do instante que passa. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Mário Quintana)&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/7391446486422906042-4953916881533921995?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4953916881533921995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4953916881533921995&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4953916881533921995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4953916881533921995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/idade-de-ser-feliz.html' title='&quot;A IDADE DE SER FELIZ&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7569292845145134911</id><published>2007-10-17T23:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:58:35.262-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>" ROBINHO, SHOW DE BOLA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Brasil x Equador" (17/10/07)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vocês viram o show que Robinho mostrou em campo nesse jogo de Eliminatórias da Copa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O famoso drible "um pra lá, dois pra cá" desconcertou a defesa rival com sua magia e pra finalizar deu um belo toque para Elano fazer o quarto gol da Seleção Brasileira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A galera foi ao delírio no Maracanã !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aha..Uhu... O Maraca é nosso !!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7569292845145134911?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7569292845145134911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7569292845145134911&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7569292845145134911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7569292845145134911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/robinho-show-de-bola.html' title='&quot; ROBINHO, SHOW DE BOLA&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8242886506118550776</id><published>2007-10-17T21:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:59:23.628-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"VIVER COM EQUILIBRIO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em uma conferência numa universidade americana, Brian Dyson, ex-presidente da Coca-Cola, falou sobre a relação entre o trabalho e outros compromissos da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Disse ele: "Imaginem a vida como um jogo, no qual vocês fazem malabarismo com 5 bolas que lançam ao ar. Essas bolas são: o trabalho, a família, a saúde, os amigos e o espírito. O trabalho é uma bola de borracha. Se cair, bate no chão e pula para cima. Mas as 4 outras são de vidro. Se caírem no chão, quebrarão e ficarão permanentemente danificadas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Entendam isso e busquem o equilíbrio na vida. Como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1)&lt;/span&gt; Não diminuam seu próprio valor, comparando-se com outras pessoas. Somos todos diferentes. Cada um de nós é um ser especial. Não fixem seus objetivos com base no que os outros acham importante. Só vocês estão em condições de escolher o que é melhor para vocês próprios; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2)&lt;/span&gt; Dêem valor e respeitem as coisas mais queridas aos seus corações. Apeguem-se a elas como à própria vida. Sem elas, a vida carece de sentido. Não deixem que a vida escorra entre os dedos por viverem no passado ou no futuro. Se viverem um dia de cada vez, viverão todos os dias de suas vidas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; Não desistam quando ainda são capazes de um esforço a mais. Nada termina até o momento em que se deixa de tentar. Não temam admitir que não são perfeitos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; Não temam enfrentar riscos. É correndo riscos que aprendemos a ser valentes; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt; Não excluam o amor de suas vidas, dizendo que não se pode encontrá-lo. A melhor forma de receber amor é dá-lo. A forma mais rápida de ficar sem amor é apegar-se demasiado a si próprio. A melhor forma de manter o amor é dar-lhe asas; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6)&lt;/span&gt; Não corram tanto pela vida a ponto de esquecerem onde estiveram e para onde vão; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;7)&lt;/span&gt; Não tenham medo de aprender. O conhecimento é leve. É um tesouro que se carrega facilmente; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;8)&lt;/span&gt; Não usem imprudentemente o tempo ou as palavras. Não se podem recuperar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;9)&lt;/span&gt; A vida não é uma corrida, mas sim uma viagem que deve ser desfrutada a cada passo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; Lembre-se: Ontem é história, Amanhã é mistério e Hoje é uma dádiva. Por isso se chama "presente". Vivam o presente com muita energia!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estes conselhos para viver com equilíbrio são uma verdadeira lição de vida. Simples e objetivos, eles podem nos levar ao sucesso pessoal e empresarial. Leia e releia estes 10 conselhos e faça um exame de consciência. Pessoas equilibradas emocionalmente têm mais sucesso, mais amigos, vivem mais e melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8242886506118550776?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8242886506118550776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8242886506118550776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8242886506118550776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8242886506118550776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/viver-com-equilibrio.html' title='&quot;VIVER COM EQUILIBRIO&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7699067418277863865</id><published>2007-10-17T15:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:59:59.181-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>" INSENSIBILIDADE MASCULINA "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Um homem estava em coma há algum tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sua esposa ficava à cabeceira dele dia e noite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Até que um dia o homem acorda, faz um sinal para a mulher se aproximar e sussurra-lhe: _Durante todos estes anos você esteve ao meu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando me licenciei, você ficou comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando a minha empresa faliu, só você ficou lá e me apoiou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando perdemos a casa você ficou perto de mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E desde que fiquei com todos estes problemas de saúde, você nunca me abandonou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sabe de uma coisa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Os olhos da mulher encheram-se de lágrimas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_Diz meu amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ACHO QUE VOCÊ ME DÁ AZAR! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7699067418277863865?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7699067418277863865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7699067418277863865&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7699067418277863865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7699067418277863865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/insensibilidade-masculina.html' title='&quot; INSENSIBILIDADE MASCULINA &quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1634464689324567734</id><published>2007-10-16T23:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:00:29.691-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>" REFLEXÃO - O QUE É O AMOR? "</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Tema de pesquisa feita por profissionais de educação e psicologia a um grupo de crianças entre 4 e 8 anos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;* Respostas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO ALGUÉM TE MAGOA, E VOCÊ, MESMO MUITO MAGOADO, NÃO GRITA, PORQUE SABE QUE ISSO FERE SEUS SENTIMENTOS" - MATHEW, 6 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"QUANDO MINHA AVÓ PEGOU ARTRITE, ELA NÃO PODIA SE DEBRUÇAR PARA PINTAR AS UNHAS DOS DEDOS DO PÉ. MEU AVÔ, DESDE ENTÃO, PINTA AS UNHAS PARA ELA. MESMO QUANDO ELE TEM ARTRITE" - REBECCA, 8 ANOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO UMA MENINA COLOCA PERFUME E O MENINO COLOCA LOÇÃO PÓS-BARBA, E ELES SAEM JUNTOS E SE CHEIRAM" - KARL, 5 ANOS .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"EU SEI QUE MINHA IRMÃ MAIS VELHA ME AMA, PORQUE ELA ME DÁ TODAS AS SUAS ROUPAS VELHAS E TEM QUE SAIR PARA COMPRAR OUTRAS" - LAUREN, 4 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É COMO UMA VELHINHA E UM VELHINHO QUE AINDA SÃO MUITO AMIGOS, MESMO SE CONHECENDO HÁ MUITO TEMPO" - TOMMY, 6 ANOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"QUANDO ALGUÉM TE AMA, A FORMA DE FALAR SEU NOME É DIFERENTE" - BILLY, 4 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO VOCÊ SAI PARA COMER E OFERECE SUAS BATATINHAS FRITAS, SEM ESPERAR QUE A OUTRA PESSOA TE OFEREÇA AS BATATINHAS DELA" - CHRISSY, 6 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO MINHA MÃE FAZ CAFÉ PARA O MEU PAI E TOMA UM GOLE ANTES, PARA TER CERTEZA QUE ESTÁ DO GOSTO DELE" - DANNY, 6 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É O QUE ESTÁ COM A GENTE NO NATAL, QUANDO VOCÊ PÁRA DE ABRIR OS PRESENTES E O ESCUTA" - BOBBY, 5 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"SE VOCÊ QUER APRENDER A AMAR MELHOR, VOCÊ DEVE COMEÇAR COM UM AMIGO QUE VOCÊ NÃO GOSTA. " - NIKKA 6 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"QUANDO VOCÊ FALA PARA ALGUÉM ALGO RUIM SOBRE VOCÊ MESMO E SENTE MEDO QUE ESSA PESSOA NÃO VENHA A TE AMAR POR CAUSA DISSO, AÍ VOCÊ SE SURPREENDE, JÁ QUE NÃO SÓ CONTINUAM TE AMANDO, COMO AGORA TE AMAM MAIS AINDA" - SAMANTHA , 7 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"HÁ DOIS TIPOS DE AMOR, O NOSSO AMOR E O AMOR DE DEUS, MAS O AMOR DE DEUS JUNTA OS DOIS" - JENNY, 4 ANOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO MAMÃE VÊ O PAPAI SUADO E MAL CHEIROSO E AINDA FALA QUE ELE É MAIS BONITO QUE O ROBERT REDFORD" - CHRIS, 8 ANOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"DURANTE MINHA APRESENTAÇÃO DE PIANO, EU VI MEU PAI NA PLATÉIA ME ACENANDO E SORRINDO. ERA A ÚNICA PESSOA FAZENDO ISSO E EU JÁ NÃO SENTIA MEDO" - CINDY, 8 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO VOCÊ FALA PARA UM GAROTO QUE LINDA CAMISA ELE ESTÁ VESTINDO E ELE A VESTE TODO DIA" - NOELLE, 7 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"NÃO DEVERÍAMOS DIZER EU TE AMO A NÃO SER QUANDO REALMENTE O SINTAMOS. E SE SENTIMOS, ENTÃO DEVERÍAMOS EXPRESSÁ-LO MUITAS VEZES. AS PESSOAS ESQUECEM DE DIZÊ-LO" - JESSICA, 8 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É SE ABRAÇAR, AMOR É SE BEIJAR, AMOR É DIZER NÃO" -PATTY, 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"QUANDO VOCÊ AMA ALGUÉM, SEUS OLHOS SOBEM E DESCEM E PEQUENAS ESTRELAS SAEM DE VOCÊ" - KAREN, 7 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"AMOR É QUANDO SEU CACHORRO LAMBE SUA CARA, MESMO DEPOIS QUE VOCÊ DEIXA ELE SOZINHO O DIA INTEIRO" - MARY ANN, 4 ANOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;"DEUS PODERIA TER DITO PALAVRAS MÁGICAS PARA QUE OS PREGOS CAÍSSEM DO CRUCIFIXO, MAS ELE NÃO DISSE ISSO. ISSO É AMOR" - MAX, 5 ANOS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Giovanni Passos)&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/7391446486422906042-1634464689324567734?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1634464689324567734/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1634464689324567734&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1634464689324567734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1634464689324567734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflexo-o-que-o-amor.html' title='&quot; REFLEXÃO - O QUE É O AMOR? &quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8836357803236535180</id><published>2007-10-15T19:44:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:00:59.681-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>"OS 10 MANDAMENTOS DO MESSENGER"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RxPfwaI1jpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rkbIF9Hj4bU/s1600-h/msn+novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121683223993486994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RxPfwaI1jpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rkbIF9Hj4bU/s200/msn+novo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1º) Não encherás o saco nem torrarás a paciência de seus contatos. Ou serás bloqueado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2º) Respeitarás o status. Se um de seus contatos estiver "ocupado", não escreverás: "Ocupado nada, bichinha ! eu tô ligado que vc não faz p... nenhuma !" E, se ele estiver "ausente", não dirás: " Eu sei que vc tá aí" 385 vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3º) Não usarás os winks exageradamente, sobretudo se você gostar de usar sempre aquele da gargalhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4º) Não acessarás a sua conta com a(o) namorada(o) do lado. Certas mensagens de certas pessoas podem deixar sua(seu) parceira(o) prostituta(o) da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5º) Não enviarás arquivos com mais de 98 mega. O seu contato não fica online 25 horas por dia como você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6º) Não escreverás poemas ou frases de efeito (retardado) no seu nick. Com certeza seus amigos preferem te procurar pelo nome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7º) Não falarás com 184 pessoas ao mesmo tempo. É capaz de você se confundir e chamar o seu melhor amigo para ir no motel. E, pior, é capaz de ele aceitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8º) Não colocarás foto de outras pessoas na sua imagem de exibição. Se você não é bonito, seja pelo menos honesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9º) Só farás sexo pela webcam se for sexo seguro. Abra o Paint antes de começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10º) Não deixarás o seu chefe ver que você conversa no MSN em horário de trabalho. Uma boa dica é instalar o MSN Plus. Com ele, é só clicar Ctrl + Barra de Espaços que o MSN some da tela. Funciona de verdade ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E você?... Cumpre os 10 mandamentos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Best portal.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-8836357803236535180?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8836357803236535180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8836357803236535180&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8836357803236535180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8836357803236535180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/os-10-mandamentos-do-messenger.html' title='&quot;OS 10 MANDAMENTOS DO MESSENGER&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RxPfwaI1jpI/AAAAAAAAAOY/rkbIF9Hj4bU/s72-c/msn+novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-876475180291377897</id><published>2007-10-14T15:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:01:30.126-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>DOMINAR OU SER DOMINADO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" _ Muito bem pessoal - gritou São Pedro - Vamos organizar isto em duas filas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vocês, homens que sempre dominaram as mulheres, façam fila do lado esquerdo, e os homens que sempre foram dominados por suas mulheres façam fila à direita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Depois de muita confusão, finalmente os homens estão em fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A fila dos homens dominados por suas mulheres tem mais de 100 km. A fila dos homens que dominavam suas mulheres tem apenas um fulano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;São Pedro exclama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Vocês deveriam ter vergonha! Deus criou vocês à Sua imagem e semelhança e vocês deixaram-se dominar por suas mulheres. Apenas um de vocês honrou o nome e deixou Deus orgulhoso de Sua criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aprendam com ele! Então, virando-se para o homem solitário, São Pedro diz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Conte a esses homens como você fez para ser o único nesta fila!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E o homem timidamente respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Eu não sei, foi a minha mulher que me mandou ficar aqui !&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/7391446486422906042-876475180291377897?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/876475180291377897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=876475180291377897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/876475180291377897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/876475180291377897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/dominar-ou-ser-dominado.html' title='DOMINAR OU SER DOMINADO?'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5163174752405861275</id><published>2007-10-13T02:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:02:10.934-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Notícias'/><title type='text'>ABSURDO OU NORMAL?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vagner Love perde brinco de R$ 100 mil. Atacante deixa peça cair durante treino da Seleção na Granja.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jogador mostra chateação ao falar da jóia, que só poderá comprar novamente na Rússia. O par de brincos do atleta não sai por menos de R$ 200 mil"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você acha que é um absurdo o valor gasto por Love, mediante a atual situação financeira da maioria dos brasileiros ou se ele tem grana, sorte dele, deve gastar como quiser?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fica aqui uma indagação !?????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Site Globo Esporte)&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/7391446486422906042-5163174752405861275?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5163174752405861275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5163174752405861275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5163174752405861275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5163174752405861275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/absurdo-ou-normal.html' title='ABSURDO OU NORMAL?'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-370302854628432953</id><published>2007-10-12T14:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:02:38.791-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>VAIDADE FEMININA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Uma mulher foi levada p/o CTI de um Hospital. Lá chegando, teve a chamada "quase morte", que é uma situação pré-coma. E, neste estado, encontrou-se com Deus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Que é isso? Eu morri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Não, pelos meus cálculos, você morrerá daqui a 43 anos, 8 meses, 9 dias e 16 horas - respondeu DEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ao voltar a realidade, refletindo o quanto tempo ainda tinha de vida, resolveu ficar ali mesmo naquele hospital e fazer uma lipoaspiração, uma plástica de restauração dos seios, plástica no rosto, correção no nariz, na barriga, tirou todos os excessos, as ruguinhas e tudo mais que podia mexer para ficar linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Após alguns dias, ao atravessar a rua, veio um carro em alta velocidade e a atropelou, matando-a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ao encontrar-se de novo com Deus, ela perguntou irritada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-Puxa, Senhor, você me disse que eu tinha mais 43 anos de vida. Porque morri logo depois de toda aquela despesa com cirurgias plásticas!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Deus, aproximou-se dela e olhando-a diretamente nos olhos, disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-MENINA, JURO QUE NÃO TE RECONHECI!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Thiago Arraes)&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/7391446486422906042-370302854628432953?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/370302854628432953/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=370302854628432953&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/370302854628432953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/370302854628432953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/vaidade-feminina.html' title='VAIDADE FEMININA'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-4131847659880038705</id><published>2007-10-11T18:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:03:14.307-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relatos'/><title type='text'>"AMIZADE VIRTUAL"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Você acredita em amizade virtual?&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, eu não acreditava até que um dia meu filho me convenceu de ser membro do orkut.&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui eu abrir uma conta e tentar me envolver nesse mundo virtual que até então para mim era uma bobagem. Pesquisei algumas comunidades que tinham algo a ver comigo e fui participando aos poucos e o pior (ou melhor) de tudo é que fui gostando !&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu tenho 7 comunidades minhas e uma porção generosa de comunidades que me identifico, dentre elas a comunidade "Eu amo meu marido".&lt;br /&gt;Sou ativa nessa comunidade e para minha surpresa fiz amizades maravilhosas por lá, amizades virtuais que se tornaram reias, pois fazemos "orkontros" reais para aprofundarmos nossos laços de amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Tive o privilégio de participar de um desses "orkontros" e simplesmente foi MARAVILHOSO, nesse encontro real pude ratificar minhas amizades virtuais que se tornaram reais e hoje tenho amigas carinhosas, prestativas, presentes e que acima de tudo "Amam seus maridos" como eu amo o meu...&lt;br /&gt;E você? acredita em amizade virtual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-4131847659880038705?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4131847659880038705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=4131847659880038705&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4131847659880038705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/4131847659880038705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/amizade-virtual.html' title='&quot;AMIZADE VIRTUAL&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-3671765172105288135</id><published>2007-10-11T17:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:03:56.008-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>PARA REFLETIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Um velho índio descreveu certa vez seus conflitos internos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Dentro de mim existem dois cachorros, um deles é muito cruel e mau, o outro é muito bom. Os dois sempre estão brigando'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando então lhe perguntaram qual dos cachorros ganharia a briga. O sábio índio parou, refletiu e respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'Aquele que eu alimento' "&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/7391446486422906042-3671765172105288135?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3671765172105288135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=3671765172105288135&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3671765172105288135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3671765172105288135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-refletir.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;PARA REFLETIR&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-1371919007810532004</id><published>2007-10-10T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:04:32.320-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'> Utilidade Pública</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Olá ! achei esse site interessante e de grande utilidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;você informa o nome do remédio e ele, além de dar o preço médio na sua cidade, ainda diz os nomes de medicamentos genéricos e similares:"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.consultaremedios.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-1371919007810532004?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1371919007810532004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1371919007810532004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1371919007810532004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1371919007810532004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/utilidade-pblica.html' title='&lt;strong&gt; Utilidade Pública&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-3971904828876838919</id><published>2007-10-10T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:04:57.326-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>HUMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Um casal vinha por uma estrada do interior, sem dizer uma palavra. Uma discusão anterior havia levado a uma briga, e nenhum dos dois queria dar o braço a torcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ao passarem por uma fazenda em que havia mulas e porcos, o marido perguntou, sarcástico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Parentes seus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Sim, respondeu ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;_ Cunhados e sogra... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&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/7391446486422906042-3971904828876838919?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3971904828876838919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=3971904828876838919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3971904828876838919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3971904828876838919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/humor.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;HUMOR&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-8565249035701713326</id><published>2007-10-09T14:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:05:31.592-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>HOMENAGEM À MINHA MAMÃE QUE PARTIU EM 01/10/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"SER MÃE É ISTO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É sempre estar cansada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de nunca ficar parada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ter sempre o que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É engolir quase inteiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;não demorar no banheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e se aprontar sem se ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É acordar de madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e não dormir quase nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se um filho adoecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De novo ler historinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;os contos da carochinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;para o filho adormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É interromper a novela, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quando está no melhor dela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;para o filho atender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É inventar pratos "mil",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;se um filho com fastio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;inventar de não comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É estudar outra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Todo o curso que já fez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para o filho aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Outra vez brincar de "roda",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e estar por dentro da moda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quando a filhinha crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É ouvir músicas "chatas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e esquecer as serenatas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que só lhe davam prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É curtir uma quadrilha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando então é sua filha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quem vai dançar pra valer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ser mãe é virar uma semente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pra viver novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando um filhinho nascer.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Maria Augusta Gouveia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"MÃE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando o dia amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sem ter o sol a brilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;revestido de saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu sempre fico a lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Das suas mãos carinhosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apertando-me junto ao peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;das palavras corajosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ensinando-me o que é direito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sem saber se tinha razão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lembro-me do seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que me servia de alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;na porta da nossa casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ao sair para a escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enfrentando o frio e o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lembro-me do horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que apontava esperançosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;empurrando-me docemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;para que eu fosse buscá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu encontrei, mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mas agora é muito tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;já não posso lhe mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esse horizonte brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que a vida me presenteou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tem tudo o que me ensinou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E quando o dia amanhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;coroado pelo sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu vejo nesse horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;embaçado, meio longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o aceno da sua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;como a dizer: Vá em frente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Igualzinho aquele dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que eu nasci e você sorria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dando-me ao mundo, feliz!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Tere Penhabe)&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/7391446486422906042-8565249035701713326?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8565249035701713326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=8565249035701713326&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8565249035701713326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/8565249035701713326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/10/homenagem-minha-mame-que-partiu-em.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;HOMENAGEM À MINHA MAMÃE QUE PARTIU EM 01/10/07&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-2433306110154213073</id><published>2007-10-08T15:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:06:08.325-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>"PENSAMENTOS DO DIA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Tudo é ousado para quem a nada se atreve"&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quanto mais consciência você tem do valor das palavras, mais fica exigente no emprego delas" &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não pode haver felicidade quando as coisas nas quais acreditamos são diferentes das que fazemos" &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Freya Stark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O conformismo é carcereiro da liberdade e o inimigo do crescimento" &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(John&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kennedy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor é o objetivo último de quase toda a preocupação humana; é por isso que ele influencia nos assuntos mais relevantes, interrompe as tarefas mais sérias e por vezes desorienta as cabeças mais geniais" &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Shopenhauer)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7391446486422906042-2433306110154213073?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2433306110154213073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5989307527357943369</id><published>2007-10-08T15:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:09:17.164-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>"CONSTATAÇÃO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Penso em você, estremeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sinto você, desfaleço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Degusto você, enlouqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Separo-me de você, adoeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Fico sem vê-lo, entristeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sem você, padeço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Meu amor o que faço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sem teu traço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sem teu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Sem teu laço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Como me calo, diante de tal fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Meu amor, falta-me um pedaço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Falta-me VOCÊ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Gueixa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title='&quot;CONSTATAÇÃO&quot;'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6079571978437667521</id><published>2007-10-06T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:07:16.809-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>"SE UM DIA VC FOR EMBORA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;" Se um dia você for embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lembre sempre o quanto eu te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Esqueça tudo aquilo que eu reclamo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jogue os versos velhos para fora ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E diga tudo aquilo que pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não me deixe esquecer como é lindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O teu jeitinho de me abraçar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E se isso acontecer por uma briga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preciso merecer a sua calma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pois vou guardar na minha alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vou me lembrar das noites de cantiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando você fazia poesia para me agradar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Se um dia você for embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Por favor também não se esqueça de chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Derrame algumas lágrimas sobre o meu jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quem sabe ali floresça uma rosa para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Que vá me afagando pelo tempo em que viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E vá afagando...e me fazendo perceber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O quanto foi bom e bonito Ter vivido com você..."&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/7391446486422906042-6079571978437667521?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-5756461444369004400</id><published>2007-08-09T00:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:07:43.503-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia (09.08.07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nada de explêndido jamais foi realizado, exceto por aqueles que ousaram acreditar que algo dentro deles era superior às circunstâncias" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Bruce Barton)&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/7391446486422906042-5756461444369004400?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5756461444369004400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=5756461444369004400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5756461444369004400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/5756461444369004400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/pensamento-do-dia-090807.html' title='Pensamento do dia (09.08.07)'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-794135943683954544</id><published>2007-08-01T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:08:35.715-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Coração Pirata (Roupa Nova) Apenas um trechinho...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Quando a paixão não dá certo, não há porque me culpar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu não me permito chorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Já não vai adiantar e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;recomeço do zero sem reclamar"&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/7391446486422906042-794135943683954544?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/794135943683954544/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7127866775358079940</id><published>2007-07-30T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:10:06.913-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"Mensagem do Dia" (30/07/07)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Logo após a 2ª Guerra Mundial, um jovem piloto inglês que experimentava o seu frágil avião monomotor numa arrojada aventura ao redor do mundo, pouco depois de levantar vôo de um dos pequenos e improvisados aeródromos da Índia, ouviu um estranho ruído que vinha de trás de seu assento. Percebeu logo que havia um rato a bordo e que poderia, roendo a cobertura de lona, destruir o seu frágil avião. Poderia voltar ao aeroporto para se livrar de seu incômodo do perigoso e inesperado passageiro. Lembrou-se, contudo, de que os ratos não resistem a grandes alturas. Voando cada vez mais alto, pouco a pouco, cessaram os ruídos que quase punham em perigo a sua viagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;* Portanto: Se o ameaçarem destruir por inveja, calúnia ou maledicência, VOE MAIS ALTO...!!!Se o criticarem, VOE MAIS ALTO...!!!Se fizerem injustiças a você, VOE MAIS ALTO...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E lembre-se sempre... os "ratos" não resistem às alturas. (Autor desconhecido) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;* Mensagem enviada pela minha amiga Rhô (Comunidade "The Secret")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7127866775358079940?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7127866775358079940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7127866775358079940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7127866775358079940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7127866775358079940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/mensagem-do-dia-300707.html' title='&quot;Mensagem do Dia&quot; (30/07/07)'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-3287227113003283615</id><published>2007-07-26T17:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:10:54.794-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>"PROCURA-SE UM AMANTE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqkMTsD6TXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nhtAE7RZR6g/s1600-h/ROSA+AZUL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091614386103668082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqkMTsD6TXI/AAAAAAAAABE/nhtAE7RZR6g/s200/ROSA+AZUL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PROCURA-SE UM AMANTE.&lt;br /&gt;(Dr. Jorge Bucay - tradução do original "Hay que buscarse un Amante")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Muitas pessoas têm um amante e outras gostariam de ter um.&lt;br /&gt;Há também as que não têm, e as que tinham e perderam&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente são essas últimas as que vêm ao meu consultório para me contar que estão tristes ou que apresentam sintomas típicos de insônia, apatia, pessimismo, crises de choro ou as mais diversas dores.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, são várias as maneiras que elas encontram para dizer que estão simplesmente perdendo a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Elas me contam que suas vidas transcorrem de forma monótona e sem perspectivas, que trabalham apenas para sobreviver e que não sabem como ocupar seu tempo livre.&lt;br /&gt;Elas já esperam o diagnóstico de depressão e a inevitável receita do anti-depressivo do momento...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, após escutá-las atentamente, eu lhes digo que na verdade precisam é de um&lt;br /&gt;AMANTE !&lt;br /&gt;"Como é possível que um profissional se atreva a sugerir uma coisa dessas?!" - pensam chocadas, escandalizadas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu explico que AMANTE é "aquilo que nos apaixona". É o que toma conta do nosso pensamento antes de pegarmos no sono e é também aquilo que, às vezes, nos impede de dormir. O nosso AMANTE é aquilo que nos mantém distraídos em relação ao que acontece à nossa volta. É o que nos mostra o sentido e a motivação da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes encontramos o nosso amante em nosso parceiro, outras, em alguém que não é nosso parceiro, mas que nos desperta as maiores paixões e sensações incríveis.&lt;br /&gt;Também podemos encontrá-lo na pesquisa científica ou na literatura, na música, na política, no esporte, no trabalho, na necessidade de transcender espiritualmente, na boa mesa, no estudo ou no prazer obsessivo do passatempo predileto...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, é "alguém" ou "algo" que nos faz "namorar" a vida e nos afasta do triste destino de "ir levando".&lt;br /&gt;E o que é "ir levando"?&lt;br /&gt;Ir levando é ter medo de viver.&lt;br /&gt;É o vigiar a forma como os outros vivem,&lt;br /&gt;é o se deixar dominar pela pressão,&lt;br /&gt;perambular por consultórios médicos,&lt;br /&gt;tomar remédios multicoloridos,&lt;br /&gt;afastar-se do que é gratificante,&lt;br /&gt;observar decepcionado cada ruga nova que o espelho mostra,&lt;br /&gt;é se aborrecer com o calor ou com o frio,&lt;br /&gt;com a umidade, com o sol ou com a chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Ir levando é adiar a possibilidade de desfrutar o hoje, fingindo se contentar com a incerta e frágil ilusão de que talvez possamos realizar algo amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, não se contente com "ir levando"; procure um amante, seja também um amante e um protagonista ...&lt;br /&gt;da SUA VIDA...&lt;br /&gt;A psicologia, após estudar muito sobre o tema, descobriu algo transcendental:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PARA SE ESTAR SATISFEITO, ATIVO E SENTIR-SE JOVEM E FELIZ, É PRECISO NAMORAR A VIDA."&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/7391446486422906042-3287227113003283615?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3287227113003283615/comments/default' title='Postar 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqZDyMD6TSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo-jbpb_oiU/s1600-h/amor01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqZDyMD6TSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo-jbpb_oiU/s1600-h/amor01.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Chega de mansinho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me olha, me acolhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em seus braços fortes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me encosta em você... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me sente, me aperta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me chama, me clama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me seduz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Seu beijo profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sentido, gemido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me arrepia, inebria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me aquece, enlouquece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me quer em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Insulta e reclama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meu corpo e entranhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me pede prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eu o acolho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tão belo, tão forte,cheio de glória,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tão cheio de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me encaixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Em seu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Voraz, num repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me deixa demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;De loucura e prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Explode comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Num estremecimento profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tão forte, sublime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me leva à loucura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me faz sem sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Me deixa viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Assim é o ato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pleno, profundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um gozo sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Martírio vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Meu homem...é Você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Laura Poesia - Poesia de Iza)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7391446486422906042-1405876750815593096?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1405876750815593096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=1405876750815593096&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1405876750815593096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/1405876750815593096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/chega-de-mansinho-me-olha-me-acolhe-em.html' title='VOCÊ...MEU HOMEM...'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqZDyMD6TSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jo-jbpb_oiU/s72-c/amor01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-3246832939397176470</id><published>2007-07-23T17:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:23:10.456-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>TEMPO DE TRAVESSIA (Fernando Pessoa)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqUQtcD6TPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mLp91CI0LYE/s1600-h/CASA+NA+NEVE.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090493326624967922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbrkADdcmx8/RqUQtcD6TPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mLp91CI0LYE/s320/CASA+NA+NEVE.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Há um tempo em que é preciso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abandonar as roupas usadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que já tem a forma do nosso corpo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esquecer os nossos caminhos que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o tempo da travessia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se não ousarmos fazê-la&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teremos ficado para sempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À margem de nós mesmos"&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/7391446486422906042-3246832939397176470?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3246832939397176470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=3246832939397176470&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3246832939397176470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/3246832939397176470'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='text'>CRESCIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Um dia, quando os funcionários chegaram para trabalhar, encontraram na portaria um cartaz enorme no qual estava escrito:"Faleceu ontem a pessoa que impedia seu crescimento na Empresa. Você está convidado para o velório na quadra de esportes". No início, todos se entristeceram com a morte de alguém, mas, depois de algum tempo, ficaram curiosos para saber quem estava bloqueando seu crescimento na empresa. A agitação na quadra de esportes era tão grande que foi preciso chamar os seguranças para organizar a fila do velório. Conforme as pessoas iam se aproximando do caixão, a excitação aumentava: Quem será que estava atrapalhando o meu progresso? Ainda bem que esse infeliz morreu! Um a um, os funcionários, agitados, aproximavam-se do caixão, olhavam o defunto e engoliam em seco. Ficavam no mais absoluto silêncio, como se tivessem sido atingidos no fundo da alma. Pois bem. Certamente você já adivinhou que no visor do caixão havia um espelho...Só existe uma pessoa capaz de limitar seu crescimento: Você mesmo! Você é a única pessoa que pode fazer a revolução de sua vida, você é a única pessoa que pode prejudicar a sua vida e você é a única pessoa que pode ajudar a si mesmo. É dentro do seu coração que você vai encontrar a energia para ser o artista da sua criação. O Sol da vida está dentro de você. O resto são desculpas apenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;SUA VIDA NÃO MUDA, QUANDO SEU CHEFE MUDA, QUANDO SUA EMPRESA MUDA, QUANDO SEUS PAIS MUDAM !!! SUA VIDA MUDA... QUANDO VOCE MUDA! VOCE É O UNICO RESPONSAVEL POR ELA!!&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/7391446486422906042-2603185069803088285?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2603185069803088285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=2603185069803088285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2603185069803088285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/2603185069803088285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/crescimento.html' title='CRESCIMENTO'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-6500565481574408663</id><published>2007-07-19T19:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:24:32.335-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>ÊXTASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Êxtase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Quando meus lábios tocarem tua pele e minhas mãos percorrerem todo teu corpo, mergulharei nos mais profundos desejos de tua alma e sentirás, dentro de ti, todo o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Seremos neste momento uma só pessoa.Tú verás que todas nossas fantasias ganharão asas e nos conduzirão a um universo só nosso, e, como cometas em rota de colisão, nos encontraremos extasiados em extremo prazer.&lt;br /&gt;Neste instante, o silêncio, por frações de segundos, será absoluto, sendo apenas vencido por gemidos e palavras sussurradas docemente. E nossos corpos, como nascentes de rios, embargados em suor, deslizarão mansamente sobre lençóis, em movimentos de carícias e cumplicidade. Então te beijarei com toda intensidade de meu ser e, olhando dentro dos teus olhos, direi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Te amo!&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/7391446486422906042-6500565481574408663?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6500565481574408663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=6500565481574408663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6500565481574408663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/6500565481574408663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/xtase.html' title='ÊXTASE'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7391446486422906042.post-7574174806616357434</id><published>2007-07-18T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:25:07.614-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexões'/><title type='text'>BORBOLETAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;orboletas&lt;br /&gt;Um homem achou o casulo de uma borboleta. E, no dia em que apareceu uma pequena abertura no casulo, ele sentou e observou a borboleta, por diversas horas, enquanto ela se esforçava em forçar seu corpo através daquele pequeno furo. Depois, parecia parar sem fazer nenhum progresso. Parecia que ela tinha chegado até onde podia e não poderia, portanto, ir mais longe.&lt;br /&gt;Então, o homem decidiu ajudar aquela borboleta. Ele pegou uma tesoura e retirou o que restava do casulo. A borboleta assim apareceu facilmente, mas ela tinha o corpo inchado e pequenas asas enrugadas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele continuou a olhar a borboleta, pois ele esperava que, a qualquer momento, as asas crescessem e expandissem para suportar o corpo, que iria contrair-se com o tempo. Nenhuma das duas coisas aconteceram. Aliás, a borboleta passou o resto da sua vida engatinhando com o corpo inchado e as asas enrugadas. Ela nunca conseguiu voar. O que o homem tinha feito, com a melhor das intenções e que ele não pode compreender, foi que o casulo restrito, a luta e o sufoco requerido para sair pela pequena abertura do casulo eram as formas que a natureza tinha feito para forçar o fluido do corpo da borboleta a passar para as asas. Sendo assim, ela estaria pronta para voar assim que ela tivesse se libertado do casulo.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes as lutas são necessárias na nossa vida. Se Deus nos permitisse passar pela vida sem nenhum obstáculo, nós seríamos "deficientes". Não seríamos fortes o suficiente e nunca poderíamos "voar".&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isso, lembre-se: Tenha um ótimo dia, uma ótima vida e algumas lutas. Depois "voe"! É necessário. É assim que as coisas precisam ser para que a elas sempre seja dado o exato valor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7391446486422906042-7574174806616357434?l=oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7574174806616357434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7391446486422906042&amp;postID=7574174806616357434&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7574174806616357434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7391446486422906042/posts/default/7574174806616357434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oparaisodoamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/borboletas.html' title='BORBOLETAS'/><author><name>(¯`·._.·[***Celina***]·._.·´¯)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09638047761313862129</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K8QMxBITX2o/TXhAzN4v7_I/AAAAAAAAT_4/zeVASZHx8m8/s220/celina%2Bno%2Bevento%2Bna%2Bdaslu2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
