<?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-3925445168297531507</id><updated>2012-01-08T21:20:05.532-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A LUA E SUAS FASES</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-846723358329665832</id><published>2009-06-13T11:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:13:37.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Coisas Em Ordem</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE border=0 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%"&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD style="DIRECTION: ltr; FONT-SIZE: 12pt" dir=ltr id=INCREDITEXTREGION      width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;A        href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/Si8IwWqdEsI/AAAAAAAAUTU/GuvW61Ve-XY/s1600-h/janela1.bmp"&gt;&lt;IMG        style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand"        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345500909522457282 border=0 alt=""        src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/Si8IwWqdEsI/AAAAAAAAUTU/GuvW61Ve-XY/s320/janela1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;        &lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Os grandes antigos, quando queriam propagar        altas virtudes, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;punham seus Estados em ordem.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Antes de porem seus Estados em ordem,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;punham em ordem suas famílias.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Antes de porem em ordem suas famílias,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;punham em ordem a si próprios.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E antes de porem em ordem a si próprios,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;aperfeiçoavam suas almas, procurando ser        sinceros consigo mesmos &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;e ampliavam ao máximo seus        conhecimentos.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;A ampliação dos conhecimentos decorre do        conhecimento das coisas como elas são &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;(e não como queremos que elas        sejam).&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Com o aperfeiçoamento da alma e o conhecimento        das coisas, o homem se torna completo.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E quando o homem se torna completo, ele fica em        ordem.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E quando o homem está em ordem, sua família        também está em ordem.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E quando todos os Estados ficam em ordem,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;o mundo inteiro goza de paz e        prosperidade.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;(Confúcio)&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt;       &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%"&gt;         &lt;TBODY&gt;         &lt;TR&gt;           &lt;TD width="100%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom      align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-846723358329665832?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/846723358329665832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=846723358329665832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/846723358329665832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/846723358329665832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-coisas-em-ordem.html' title='As Coisas Em Ordem'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/Si8IwWqdEsI/AAAAAAAAUTU/GuvW61Ve-XY/s72-c/janela1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2276313438090429269</id><published>2008-10-02T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:29:04.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo que existe em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDITEXTREGION dir=ltr style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; DIRECTION: ltr"      width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;FONT        size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;FONT        size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&lt;A        href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SOTwudGzDPI/AAAAAAAAOdc/S6Ecuj3-TDA/s1600-h/om1.gif"&gt;&lt;IMG        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252587746298629362        style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"        alt=""        src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SOTwudGzDPI/AAAAAAAAOdc/S6Ecuj3-TDA/s320/om1.gif"        border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;        &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Aquilo que existe em mim e faz parte de mim... pode        ser transformado...&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt; (se eu quiser...) &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Aquilo que é do outro... só pode ser transformado por        ele.. e será compreendido e aceito por mim... dentro dos meus limites...        &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(se existir respeito...)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Posso falar ao outro como me sinto em relação ao que ele        faz ou diz... &lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;(se houver liberdade...) &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Não posso afirmar: "aquilo que o outro fez ou disse me        feriu..." eu é que me feri com aquilo que ele fez ou disse...        &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(tenho opções...)&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Eu sou dono das minhas emoções... sensações e        sentimentos... também...das minhas atitudes... pensamentos e palavras !        &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(maravilha...) &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Não é coerente dizer que fiz algo para alguém... só        porque alguém fez isso comigo primeiro... Se eu agisse assim... eu seria        apenas resposta e eco... &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(sem vida..)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;É mais valioso optar por agir ao invés de apenas        reagir... é mais sensato perceber que sou dono das minhas ações... e se        faço algo... sou o responsável por isso... &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;(tenho escolhas...)        &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Reconheço que as rédeas do meu destino estão nas minhas        mãos... e me recuso a segurar as rédeas do destino do outro... &lt;STRONG&gt;(é        meu direito..)&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Busco o amor em sua mais bela expressão... e por isso        abro mão de querer ter o controle sobre a vida do outro...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Quero amar com liberdade.... com plenitude ! quero amar        antes de tudo...porque é bom...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=right&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=right&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;by Kali Mascarenhas &lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=right&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff        size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;       &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%" align=center&gt;         &lt;TBODY&gt;         &lt;TR&gt;           &lt;TD width="100%"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff              size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom        align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; 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&lt;TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDITEXTREGION dir=ltr style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; DIRECTION: ltr"      width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"        color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;&lt;A        onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"        href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SN0zL23hvEI/AAAAAAAAObQ/-zwapQ-fKdU/s1600-h/frase_erros_clarice.gif"&gt;&lt;IMG        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250409019383856194        style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center"        alt=""        src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SN0zL23hvEI/AAAAAAAAObQ/-zwapQ-fKdU/s400/frase_erros_clarice.gif"        border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SJ5Jn4tRhRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KpvmL17xqOw/s320/pedra+preta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SJ5JbIplyII/AAAAAAAAAqU/EN_Br8iOO4s/s1600-h/pedra+preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;O PODER DE ALGUMAS PEDRAS PRETAS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As pedras pretas são muito poderosas, mas é importante, é necessário saber usá-las, porque, tal como o aspirador de pó, elas absorvem as impurezas, isto é, as energias negativas; e assim como o aspirador precisa ser limpo para uma nova e eficaz limpeza, elas também precisam.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A limpeza das pedras pretas precisa e deve ser feita com maior regularidade do que as pedras comuns; afinal, elas fazem a "limpeza pesada".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Algumas coisas são importantes frisar e mesmo repetir. Para usar pedras pretas e cristais, você precisa limpá-los, energizá-los, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;programá-los,conversar&lt;/span&gt; com eles, pedir-lhes ajuda, dizer que os ama, orar por eles e ainda fazer algum pedido específico ou especial. Geralmente é o cristal que escolhe você, mas pode haver reciprocidade. Há um cristal para cada finalidade, mas o quartzo branco é uma espécie de "clínico geral", assim como o é a rosa branca, o Anjo Gabriel, o banho de alecrim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estar "&lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;astralmente&lt;/span&gt; empoeirado" é pior do que estar fisicamente sujo. A "poeira astral" entristece, deprime, dificulta. Os cristais, como os banhos, &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;incensos&lt;/span&gt;, entre outros recursos, ajudam você na limpeza e na &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;energização&lt;/span&gt; do seu ambiente, da sua aura, de todos os seus corpos, enfim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O preto simboliza a ausência de cores e o seu poder está ligado à capacidade de absorver as energias negativas ou de as repelir. Há uma grande variedade de pedras pretas. Eis algumas, as mais procuradas:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Turmalina&lt;/span&gt; Preta - &lt;/span&gt;é coberta de linhas verticais, também chamadas linhas condutoras, porque fazem com que a energia circule. Serve também para meditação quando as pessoas estão em estado de choque. Pode ser colocada na base da coluna, tendo um quartzo branco na outra extremidade, o qual pode ser também colocado na nuca. A &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Turmalina&lt;/span&gt; limpa os canais sutis da coluna e trabalha na polarização das energias. Como escudo protetor, repele as energias; por isso, é preciso usar um cristal auxiliar, porque ela, se foi programada para proteger, protege mesmo! Mas é uma pedra &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;bloqueadora&lt;/span&gt;; expulsa todo o mal, em compensação não deixa que nenhuma outra energia entre, ainda que boa. Assim acontece também em relação ao banho de sal grosso que faz a limpeza geral, mas precisa de outro banho ou de outro recurso para desbloquear ou &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;reenergizar&lt;/span&gt;. Quando você deixar uma pedra preta para limpar o ambiente, deve cercá-la com &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;quartzos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;rosa,branco&lt;/span&gt; e verde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Turmalina - &lt;/span&gt;pedra de cura, de limpeza, de polarização de energias e de meditação em casos extremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Ônix -&lt;/span&gt; estabilizador de energias. Muitos têm medo de usá-la, porque é uma pedra de Saturno e tem fama de ser negativa. Todavia, as pedras são todas positivas, porque são partes integrantes da Natureza e a Natureza é generosa, e no dizer dos celtas, "o lado visível de Deus"; logo as pedras, os cristais atuam sempre em nosso benefício.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É importante dizer que as pedras, em geral, devem ser usadas de forma correta, no momento certo, conforme a circunstância. Por exemplo: se estiver deprimido, triste, só, não use Ônix. Contudo, se quiser desenvolver a disciplina e a persistência, aí poderá usá-la.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ônix -&lt;/span&gt; pedra própria para &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;psicometria&lt;/span&gt;, porque conta com facilidade a história de quem a usava. Em tudo há &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;psicometria&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Obsidiana -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é a pedra da revelação. Muito usada por Bruxos, Magos, Profetas e até por "Feiticeiros". Para esta pedra, nada é oculto. Tem a luz de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Haziel&lt;/span&gt; e a força de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Cipriano&lt;/span&gt;; as adivinhações de &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Ifá&lt;/span&gt;... Só não diz a verdade quando as pessoas não estão preparadas para recebê-la ou entendê-la. Os rituais feitos com a pedra não podem ser repetidos e é preciso haver muita concentração. Para esta pedra, nada é invisível.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- &lt;span class="SpellE"&gt;Cianita&lt;/span&gt; Preta ou "Vassourinha"-&lt;/span&gt; Este nome popular se deve à sua aparência de espanador e ainda porque realmente ela é a pedra por excelência da "limpeza pesada".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Fonte: Bruxas Angelicais, de Clara Luz)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#0000ff;"&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/3925445168297531507-1147272851026779717?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1147272851026779717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1147272851026779717' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1147272851026779717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1147272851026779717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/08/pedras.html' title='PEDRAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SJ5Jn4tRhRI/AAAAAAAAAqc/KpvmL17xqOw/s72-c/pedra+preta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-729737427313748169</id><published>2008-07-07T17:04:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:02.218-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ou Quente... 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NUNCA! &lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&lt;A        href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SHD8i30VNFI/AAAAAAAAL00/yGOabD4sxCY/s1600-h/liquidfireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219949644151600210        style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"        alt=""        src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SHD8i30VNFI/AAAAAAAAL00/yGOabD4sxCY/s320/liquidfireworks.jpg"        border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;        &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Sempre desprezei as coisas mornas,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;as coisas que não provocam ódio nem paixão,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;as coisas definidas como mais ou menos,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;um filme mais ou menos ,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;um livro mais ou menos. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Tudo perda de tempo.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;Viver tem que ser perturbador,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;é preciso que nossos anjos e demônios sejam        despertados,&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;e com eles sua raiva, seu orgulho, seu        asco, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;sua adoração ou seu desprezo. &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;O que não faz você mover um músculo,        &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;o que não faz você estremecer, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;suar, desatinar, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;não merece fazer parte da sua        biografia..."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=justify&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;(Martha Medeiros)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt;       &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%"&gt;         &lt;TBODY&gt;         &lt;TR&gt;           &lt;TD width="100%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom      align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-729737427313748169?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/729737427313748169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=729737427313748169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/729737427313748169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/729737427313748169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/07/ou-quente-ou-frio.html' title='Ou Quente... Ou Frio:'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SHD8i30VNFI/AAAAAAAAL00/yGOabD4sxCY/s72-c/liquidfireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3805949518868489323</id><published>2008-05-24T18:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:02.448-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues da Piedade....</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDITEXTREGION style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; DIRECTION: ltr" vAlign=top      width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT        color=#800080&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;.... belíssimo poema do        Cazuza.....&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr align=center&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;A        href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SDcPLSE6K8I/AAAAAAAALLw/zZJo6gRo8jA/s1600-h/Mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;A        href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SDcPLSE6K8I/AAAAAAAALLw/zZJo6gRo8jA/s1600-h/Mariposas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;IMG        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203644580955302850        style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"        alt=""        src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SDcPLSE6K8I/AAAAAAAALLw/zZJo6gRo8jA/s320/Mariposas.jpg"        border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Agora eu vou cantar pros miseráveis&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Que vagam pelo mundo, derrotados&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Dessas sementes mal plantadas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Que já nascem com caras de abortadas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pras pessoas de alma bem pequena&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Remoendo pequenos problemas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Querendo sempre aquilo que não têm&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pra quem vê a luz&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Mas não ilumina suas mini-certezas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vive contando dinheiro&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;E não muda quando é lua cheia&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pra quem não sabe amar, &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;fica esperando alguém que caiba no seu        sonho&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Como varizes que vão aumentando&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Como insetos em volta da lâmpada&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pra essa gente careta e covarde&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Senhor, piedade&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Lhes dê grandeza e um pouco de        coragem.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Quero cantar só para as pessoas  fracas&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Que tão no mundo e perderam a viagem&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Quero cantar os blues&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Com o pastor e o bumbo na praça.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vamos pedir piedade&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pois há um incêndio sob a chuva rala&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Somos iguais em desgraça&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;       &lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Vamos cantar o blues da    piedade...&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt;       &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%"&gt;         &lt;TBODY&gt;         &lt;TR&gt;           &lt;TD width="100%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDIANIM vAlign=bottom    align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3805949518868489323?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3805949518868489323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3805949518868489323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3805949518868489323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3805949518868489323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/05/blues-da-piedade.html' title='Blues da Piedade....'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SDcPLSE6K8I/AAAAAAAALLw/zZJo6gRo8jA/s72-c/Mariposas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-214410017044581949</id><published>2008-05-07T19:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:02.591-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;TABLE id=INCREDIMAINTABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 width="100%" border=0&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDITEXTREGION dir=ltr style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; DIRECTION: ltr"      width="100%"&gt;       &lt;DIV style="FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Book"&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS"        color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV dir=ltr&gt;&lt;A        href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SCC7_elj2SI/AAAAAAAAKIA/eez446r7mUU/s1600-h/memorias_art_kapatti.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG        id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197360669202307362        style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"        alt=""        src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SCC7_elj2SI/AAAAAAAAKIA/eez446r7mUU/s320/memorias_art_kapatti.jpg"        border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff size=4&gt;As memórias são como        pássaros em vôo. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff size=4&gt;Vão para onde querem.        &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff size=4&gt;E podemos chamá-las        que elas não vêm. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff size=4&gt;Só vêm quando querem.        &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;       &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Moram em nós,        mas não nos pertencem&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff size=4&gt;(Rubem Alves, em O velho que        acordou menino)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;       &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff        size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;   &lt;TR&gt;     &lt;TD id=INCREDIFOOTER width="100%"&gt;       &lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width="100%"&gt;         &lt;TBODY&gt;         &lt;TR&gt;           &lt;TD width="100%"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;           &lt;TD id=INCREDISOUND vAlign=bottom      align=middle&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff  size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-214410017044581949?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/214410017044581949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=214410017044581949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/214410017044581949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/214410017044581949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/05/memrias.html' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/SCC7_elj2SI/AAAAAAAAKIA/eez446r7mUU/s72-c/memorias_art_kapatti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-32560611960955865</id><published>2008-04-27T09:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:02.708-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBjX7yO_IUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TtV8PojaWEg/s1600-h/sombra.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195139592268751170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBjX7yO_IUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TtV8PojaWEg/s400/sombra.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não sou a areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde se desenha um par de asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ou grades diante de uma janela.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou apenas a pedra que rola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas marés do mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em cada praia renascendo outra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sou a orelha encostada na concha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou construção e desmoronamento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;servo e senhor, e sou mistério&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A quatro mãos escrevemos este roteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para o palco de meu tempo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o meu destino e eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nem sempre estamos afinados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem sempre nos levamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a sério.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Lya Luft)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-32560611960955865?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/32560611960955865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=32560611960955865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/32560611960955865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/32560611960955865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/04/convite.html' title='CONVITE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBjX7yO_IUI/AAAAAAAAAqM/TtV8PojaWEg/s72-c/sombra.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4541258630134185059</id><published>2008-04-25T16:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:02.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O FÓSFORO E A VELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBIuPiO_ITI/AAAAAAAAAqE/tEsTHr4u1wc/s1600-h/Collage39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193264164734181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBIuPiO_ITI/AAAAAAAAAqE/tEsTHr4u1wc/s400/Collage39.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Certo dia o fósforo disse para a vela:&lt;br /&gt;- Minha missão é te acender.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, não, disse a vela. Tu não vês que se me acendes meus dias estarão contados. Não faz uma maldade dessa não.&lt;br /&gt;- Então queres permanecer toda a tua vida assim dura, fria, sem nunca ter brilhado, perguntou o fósforo.&lt;br /&gt;- Mas ter que me queimar. Isso dói. Consome as minhas forças, murmurou a vela.&lt;br /&gt;- Tens toda razão, respondeu o fósforo, esse é precisamente o mistério de tua vida. Tu e eu fomos feitos para ser luz. O que eu, como fósforo, posso fazer é muito pouco. Mas se passo a minha chama para ti, cumprirei com o sentido de minha vida. Eu fui feito justamente para isso: para começar o fogo. Tu és vela. Tua missão é brilhar. Toda tua dor, tua energia se transformará em luz e calor.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo isso a vela olhou para o fósforo que já se estava apagando e disse:&lt;br /&gt;- Por favor, acende-me. &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/3925445168297531507-4541258630134185059?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4541258630134185059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4541258630134185059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4541258630134185059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4541258630134185059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-fsforo-e-vela.html' title='O FÓSFORO E A VELA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/SBIuPiO_ITI/AAAAAAAAAqE/tEsTHr4u1wc/s72-c/Collage39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5909500813697785761</id><published>2008-04-11T17:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:03.033-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Sinais da Maturidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R7zbQaHMeoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MtNO7FqEFE8/s400/Bob+e+Athos+colagem+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R7zXF6HMenI/AAAAAAAAAp0/N5q0V-Ju32s/s1600-h/Bob+e+Athos+-+colagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4474184678890135272?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4474184678890135272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4474184678890135272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4474184678890135272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4474184678890135272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2008/02/meus-ces.html' title='Meus cães...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R7zbQaHMeoI/AAAAAAAAAp8/MtNO7FqEFE8/s72-c/Bob+e+Athos+colagem+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7028138103796287836</id><published>2007-12-28T20:20:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:03.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R3V4bhVNDcI/AAAAAAAAAps/up8l0YUIfcw/s1600-h/feliz_ano_novo1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149154163167137218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R3V4bhVNDcI/AAAAAAAAAps/up8l0YUIfcw/s320/feliz_ano_novo1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dentro de alguns dias, um Ano Novo vai chegar a esta estação.&lt;br /&gt;Se não puder ser o maquinista, seja o seu mais divertido passageiro.&lt;br /&gt;Procure um lugar próximo à janela desfrute cada uma das paisagens que o tempo lhe oferecer, com o prazer de quem realiza a primeira viagem.&lt;br /&gt;Não se assuste com os abismos, nem com as curvas que não lhe deixam ver os caminhos que estão por vir.&lt;br /&gt;Procure curtir a viagem da vida, observando cada arbusto, cada riacho, beirais de estrada e tons mutantes de paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;Desdobre o mapa e planeje roteiros.&lt;br /&gt;Preste atenção em cada ponto de parada, e fique atento ao apito da partida.&lt;br /&gt;E quando decidir descer na estação onde a esperança lhe acenou não hesite.&lt;br /&gt;Desembarque nela os seus sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que a sua viagem pelos dias do próximo ano, seja de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIMEIRA CLASSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2008 !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&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/3925445168297531507-7028138103796287836?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7028138103796287836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7028138103796287836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7028138103796287836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7028138103796287836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R3V4bhVNDcI/AAAAAAAAAps/up8l0YUIfcw/s72-c/feliz_ano_novo1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-936422023693995368</id><published>2007-12-05T21:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:03.521-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria da Terra do Sol Nascente</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:background id="_x0000_s1025" o:bwmode="white"   fillcolor="black" o:targetscreensize="800,600"&gt; 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&lt;DIV class=Section1&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Não é o meu aniversário ou nenhum outro dia especial;  tivemos a nossa primeira discussão ontem à noite e ele me disse muitas coisas  cruéis que me ofenderam de verdade. Mas sei que está arrependido e não as disse  a sério, porque ele me enviou flores hoje. E não é o nosso aniversário ou nenhum  outro dia especial&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman"  size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140170270129446882  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=240  src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WNoHwW3-I/AAAAAAAAElo/kVL1WEV_e1E/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"  width=320 border=0&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Ontem ele atirou-me  contra a parede e começou a asfixiar-me. Parecia um pesadelo, mas dos pesadelos  acordamos e sabemos que não são reais. Hoje acordei cheia de dores e com golpes  em todos lados. Mas eu sei que ele está arrependido, porque me enviou flores  hoje. E não é Dia dos Namorados ou nenhum outro dia especial.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140170489172778994  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=239  src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WN03wW3_I/AAAAAAAAElw/QOzwI7y0PG0/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+2.bmp"  width=320 border=0&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Ontem à noite  bateu-me e ameaçou matar-me. Nem a maquiagem ou as mangas compridas poderiam  ocultar os cortes e golpes que me ocasionou desta vez. Não pude ir ao emprego  hoje porque não queria que percebessem. Mas eu sei que está arrependido porque  ele me enviou flores hoje. E não era Dia das Mães ou nenhum outro dia  especial.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140170772640620546  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=239  src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WOFXwW4AI/AAAAAAAAEl4/mrTqBcUkVOg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo4.bmp"  width=320 border=0&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Ontem à noite ele  voltou a bater-me, mas desta vez foi muito pior. Se conseguir deixá-lo, o que é  vou fazer? Como poderia eu sozinha manter os meus filhos? O que acontecerá se  faltar o dinheiro? Tenho tanto medo dele! Mas dependo tanto dele que tenho medo  de o deixar. Mas eu sei que está arrependido, porque ele me enviou flores hoje.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140170961619181586  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=239  src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WOQXwW4BI/AAAAAAAAEmA/RcBNpeZqGmQ/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+5.bmp"  width=320 border=0&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Hoje é um dia muito  especial:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;É o dia do meu  funeral. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Ontem finalmente  conseguiu matar-me. Bateu-me até eu morrer.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140171180662513698  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=239  src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WOdHwW4CI/AAAAAAAAEmI/j_udcNDfoNg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+6.bmp"  width=320 border=0&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Se ao menos eu  tivesse tido a coragem e a força para o deixar...  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Se tivesse pedido  ajuda profissional... &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;Hoje não teria  recebido flores! &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7373994548991394869?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7373994548991394869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7373994548991394869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7373994548991394869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7373994548991394869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoje-recebi-flores.html' title='Hoje, Recebi Flores....'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R1WNoHwW3-I/AAAAAAAAElo/kVL1WEV_e1E/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2575897084258618235</id><published>2007-11-29T20:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:04.319-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FALAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R2a1uRVNDbI/AAAAAAAAApk/t79iSZ2e1wk/s1600-h/boca.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144999430848318898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R2a1uRVNDbI/AAAAAAAAApk/t79iSZ2e1wk/s400/boca.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="Section1" style="MARGIN-TOP: 5pt; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Falar é completamente fácil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;quando se têm palavras em mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;que expressem sua opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Difícil é expressar por gestos e atitudes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;o que realmente queremos dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;o quanto queremos dizer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;antes que a pessoa se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 5pt; MARGIN-LEFT: 0cm; MARGIN-RIGHT: 36pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center; mso-margin-top-alt: 0cm" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-2575897084258618235?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2575897084258618235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2575897084258618235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2575897084258618235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2575897084258618235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/falar.html' title='FALAR'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R2a1uRVNDbI/AAAAAAAAApk/t79iSZ2e1wk/s72-c/boca.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-9013144178740799660</id><published>2007-11-22T15:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:04.427-02:00</updated><title type='text'>E Não è Mesmo Verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;A  href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SoT4mRItI/AAAAAAAAEeo/_DBBghHVLG4/s1600-h/20071111055617_poema004.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135414534673081042  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  height=424 alt=""  src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SoT4mRItI/AAAAAAAAEeo/_DBBghHVLG4/s400/20071111055617_poema004.jpg"  width=333 border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-9013144178740799660?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/9013144178740799660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=9013144178740799660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9013144178740799660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9013144178740799660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-no-mesmo-verdade.html' title='E Não è Mesmo Verdade?'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SoT4mRItI/AAAAAAAAEeo/_DBBghHVLG4/s72-c/20071111055617_poema004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8780001984012583365</id><published>2007-11-22T15:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:04.563-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Árvore</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" color=#0000ff size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;A  href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SZ2omRIpI/AAAAAAAAEeI/hZKz7qDhr8Q/s1600-h/arvore.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG  id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135398638999118482  style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center"  alt=""  src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SZ2omRIpI/AAAAAAAAEeI/hZKz7qDhr8Q/s400/arvore.jpg"  border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana  color=#ffffff&gt;Pintura "A Árvore da Vida", de &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;A  href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Klimt"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana color=#ffffff&gt;Gustav  Klimt&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 85%"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt; (pintor simbolista  Austríaco)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana color=#ffffff&gt;Uma árvore não fica de costas para ninguém.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Dê  a volta em torno dela ,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;e a árvore estará sempre de frente para  você...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A árvore plantada com amor, nenhum vento derruba!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quem  planta árvores, cria raízes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Quem cultiva bons amigos, também!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As  árvores produzem beleza para os olhos,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;na mudança sutil de suas  cores.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A árvore é sombra protetora, como os amigos;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;sombra que  varia com o dia,&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;que avança e faz variados rendados de  luz&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;semelhantes à estrelas...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;As árvores são sinônimo de  eternidade...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(desconheço a  autoria)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8780001984012583365?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8780001984012583365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8780001984012583365' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8780001984012583365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8780001984012583365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/rvore.html' title='A Árvore'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/R0SZ2omRIpI/AAAAAAAAEeI/hZKz7qDhr8Q/s72-c/arvore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7476587585042969701</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:04.776-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LAMBUZE-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0c0LKJUlGI/AAAAAAAAApc/fKqyri3lBZI/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+de+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136131266345997410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0c0LKJUlGI/AAAAAAAAApc/fKqyri3lBZI/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não coma a vida com garfo e faca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lambuze-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muita gente guarda a vida para o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo que a vida esteja na geladeira, se você não a viver, ela se deteriorará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É por isso que tantas pessoas se sentem emboloradas na meia-idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Elas guardam a vida, não se entregam ao amor, ao trabalho, não ousaram, não foram em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois chega o momento em que se conscientizam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Puxa, passei fome para guardar essas batatas e elas apodreceram."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe sua vida ficar muito séria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Viva como se estivesse num jogo, saboreie tudo o que conseguir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as derrotase as vitórias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a força do amanhecer e a poesia do anoitecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Roberto Shinyashiki )&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/3925445168297531507-7476587585042969701?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7476587585042969701/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7476587585042969701' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7476587585042969701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7476587585042969701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/lambuze-se.html' title='LAMBUZE-SE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0c0LKJUlGI/AAAAAAAAApc/fKqyri3lBZI/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6525556032323022190</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:04.919-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TUDO PASSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0csxqJUlFI/AAAAAAAAApU/4LU7vxewpBI/s1600-h/Calmaria.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136123131677938770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0csxqJUlFI/AAAAAAAAApU/4LU7vxewpBI/s400/Calmaria.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo não volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valeu, valeu enquanto durou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o tudo enfim acabou, o tempo passou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas as lembranças, elas sim ficaram...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquelas que desejamos sentir novamente mas não sentimos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquelas que gostaríamos que acontecesse novamente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não acontecem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o tempo passou e a chance passou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a chance que não demos à nós mesmos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tudo podia ser diferente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o tudo não existe mais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e o tempo?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;este também passou!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mensagensvirtuais.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.mensagensvirtuais.com.br&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-6525556032323022190?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6525556032323022190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6525556032323022190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6525556032323022190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6525556032323022190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/tudo-passa.html' title='TUDO PASSA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0csxqJUlFI/AAAAAAAAApU/4LU7vxewpBI/s72-c/Calmaria.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-578795956945465669</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.008-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AFINIDADE É UM DOS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0THBqJUlEI/AAAAAAAAApM/XH6tqwzONS4/s1600-h/afinidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135448306416391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0THBqJUlEI/AAAAAAAAApM/XH6tqwzONS4/s400/afinidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Afinidade é um dos poucos sentimentosque resistem ao tempo e ao depois.&lt;br /&gt;A afinidade não é o mais brilhante, mas o mais sutil, delicado e penetrante dos sentimentos. É o mais independente.&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o tempo, a ausência, os adiamentos, as distâncias, as impossibilidades. Quando há afinidade, qualquer reencontro retoma a relação, o diálogo, a conversa, o afeto no exato ponto em que foi interrompido.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é não haver tempo mediando a vida. É uma vitória do adivinhado sobre o real. Do subjetivo para o objetivo. Do permanente sobre o passageiro. Do básico sobre o superficial.&lt;br /&gt;Ter afinidade é muito raro. Mas quando existe não precisa de códigos verbais para se manifestar. Existia antes do conhecimento, irradia durante e permanece depois que as pessoas deixaram de estar juntas. O que você tem dificuldade de expressar a um não afim, sai simples e claro diante de alguém com quem você tem afinidade.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é ficar longe pensando parecido a respeito dos mesmos fatos que impressionam, comovem ou mobilizam. É ficar conversando sem trocar palavras. É receber o que vem do outro com aceitação anterior ao entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é sentir com. Nem sentir contra, nem sentir para, nem sentir por, nem sentir pelo. Quanta gente ama loucamente, mas sente contra o ser amado. Quantos amam e sentem para o ser amado, não para eles próprios.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir com é não ter necessidade de explicar o que está sentindo. É olhar e perceber. É mais calar do que falar, ou, quando é falar, jamais explicar: apenas afirmar.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é jamais sentir por. Quem sente por, confunde afinidade com masoquismo. Mas quem sente com, avalia sem se contaminar. Compreende sem ocupar o lugar do outro. Aceita para poder questionar. Quem não tem afinidade, questiona por não aceitar.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é ter perdas semelhantes e iguais esperanças. É conversar no silêncio, tanto nas possibilidades exercidas quanto das impossibilidade vividas.&lt;br /&gt;Afinidade é retomar a relação no ponto em que parou sem lamentar o tempo de separação. Porque tempo e separação nunca existiram. Foram apenas oportunidades dadas (tiradas) pela vida, para que a maturação comum pudesse se dar. E para que cada pessoa pudesse e possa ser, cada vez mais a expressão do outro sob a forma ampliada do eu individual aprimorado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Artur da Távola)&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/3925445168297531507-578795956945465669?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/578795956945465669/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=578795956945465669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/578795956945465669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/578795956945465669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/afinidade-um-dos.html' title='AFINIDADE É UM DOS...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0THBqJUlEI/AAAAAAAAApM/XH6tqwzONS4/s72-c/afinidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4932338858356772589</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.108-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`·._.· QUASE ·._.·´¯)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HYmqJUlDI/AAAAAAAAApE/19YAZXt21iQ/s1600-h/quase1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134623208839091250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HYmqJUlDI/AAAAAAAAApE/19YAZXt21iQ/s400/quase1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ainda pior que a convicção do não e a incerteza do talvez, é a desilusão de um quase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É o quase que me incomoda, que me entristece, que me mata trazendo tudo que poderia ter sido e não foi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem quase ganhou ainda joga, quem quase passou ainda estuda, quem quase morreu está vivo, quem quase amou não amou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Basta pensar nas oportunidades que escaparam pelos dedos, nas chances que se perdem por medo, nas idéias que nunca sairão do papel por essa maldita mania de viver no outono. Pergunto-me, às vezes, o que nos leva a escolher uma vida morna; ou melhor não me pergunto, contesto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A resposta eu sei de cor, está estampada na distância e frieza dos sorrisos, na frouxidão dos abraços, na indiferença dos "Bom dia", quase que sussurrados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sobra covardia e falta coragem até pra ser feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A paixão queima, o amor enlouquece, o desejo trai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Talvez esses fossem bons motivos para decidir entre a alegria e a dor, sentir o nada, mas não são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se a virtude estivesse mesmo no meio termo, o mar não teria ondas, os dias seriam nublados e o arco-íris em tons de cinza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O nada não ilumina, não inspira, não aflige nem acalma, apenas amplia o vazio que cada um traz dentro de si. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não é que fé mova montanhas, nem que todas as estrelas estejam ao alcance, para as coisas que não podem ser mudadas resta-nos somente paciência porém, preferir a derrota prévia à dúvida da vitória é desperdiçar a oportunidade de merecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pros amores impossíveis, tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar. Desconfie do destino e acredite em você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gaste mais horas realizando que sonhando, fazendo que planejando, vivendo que esperando porque, embora quem quase morre esteja vivo, quem quase vive já morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Luiz Fernando Veríssimo)&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/3925445168297531507-4932338858356772589?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4932338858356772589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4932338858356772589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4932338858356772589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4932338858356772589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/quase.html' title='(¯`·._.· QUASE ·._.·´¯)'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HYmqJUlDI/AAAAAAAAApE/19YAZXt21iQ/s72-c/quase1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7815373195108551053</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.257-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ENCONTROS E DESPEDIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HRRaJUlCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3HNFQgNvb_o/s1600-h/trem+da+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134615147185476642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HRRaJUlCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3HNFQgNvb_o/s400/trem+da+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sabe que a vida não passa de uma viagem de trem, cheia de embarques e desembarques. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Com surpresas agradáveis, alguns acidentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quando nascemos entramos nesse trem e nos deparamos com algumas pessoas que virão a ser essenciais para nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É o embarque dos nossos irmãos, nossos amores, nossos filhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há pessoas que tomam esse trem só a passeio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outros carregam só tristezas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outros circularão prontos a ajudar a quem precisa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitos descem e deixam saudades eternas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outros, quando desocupam o assento, ninguém nem sequer percebe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Curioso é constatar que alguns passageiros que nos são tão caros, se acomodam em vagões diferentes do nosso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Portanto somos obrigados a fazer o trajeto separados deles, o que não impede, claro, que cheguemos até o vagão deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, muitas vezes chegamos mas não poderemos sentar porque o lugar ao lado deles já está ocupado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não importa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É assim a viagem, cheia de atropelos , sonhos, fantasias, despedidas porém jamais, retornos. Façamos essa viagem, então, da melhor forma possível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tentando nos relacionar bem com todos os passageiros, procurando em cada um deles, o que tiverem de melhor, lembrando que, em nossas fraquezas, eles poderão nos ajudar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O grande mistério é que nunca saberemos em qual estação vamos descer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por isso temos que fazer com que nossa viagem nesse trem seja tranqüila e feliz e que cada dia, valha a pena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Desconheço o autor )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/3925445168297531507-7815373195108551053?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7815373195108551053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7815373195108551053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7815373195108551053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7815373195108551053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/encontros-e-despedidas.html' title='ENCONTROS E DESPEDIDAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HRRaJUlCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/3HNFQgNvb_o/s72-c/trem+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4648736960901911767</id><published>2007-11-19T09:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A FELICIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HNXKJUlBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hzSSut_DCMk/s1600-h/felicidade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134610847923213330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/R0HNXKJUlBI/AAAAAAAAAo0/hzSSut_DCMk/s400/felicidade1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos procuramos a felicidade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ela não nasce feita&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Constrói-se de momento a momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conquista-se e se renova dia a dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em qualquer parte...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em qualquer lugar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como se de um tesouro escondido se tratasse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uns procuram-na com luxos, viagense grandes festas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outros na tranquilidade de seu lar com sua família.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisamos de felicidade para viver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e toda a gente tem direito a ela&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0 que é preciso e que se viva bem a cada instante da maneira que cada um escolhe para si &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde que seja com dignidade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E aproveite cada momento como se fosse o último&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo felicidade para todos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nesta curta passagem pela vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Helena Rodrigues )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4648736960901911767?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4648736960901911767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8306211140489095623</id><published>2007-11-17T22:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ARMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz-FO6JUlAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rSRiq9yXPmE/s1600-h/lÃ&amp;shy;ngua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133968591398671362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz-FO6JUlAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rSRiq9yXPmE/s400/l%C3%ADngua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Qual a mais forte das armas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mais firme, a mais certeira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A lança, a espada, a clavina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou a funda aventureira?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A pistola? O bacamarte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A espingarda, ou a flecha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O canhão que em praça forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faz em dez minutos brecha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Qual a mais firme das armas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-O terçado, a fisga, o chuço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O dardo, a maça, o virote?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A faca, o florete, o laço,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O punhal, ou o chifarote?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A mais tremenda das armas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pior que a durindana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Atendei, meus bons amigos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se apelida: - a língua humana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Fagundes Varela )&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/3925445168297531507-8306211140489095623?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8306211140489095623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8306211140489095623' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8306211140489095623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8306211140489095623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/armas.html' title='ARMAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz-FO6JUlAI/AAAAAAAAAos/rSRiq9yXPmE/s72-c/l%C3%ADngua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8022032707711238733</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.691-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`·._) UM DIA DE SOL (¯`·._)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz9QL6JUk_I/AAAAAAAAAok/h8ce3wN973Y/s1600-h/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133910265742791666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz9QL6JUk_I/AAAAAAAAAok/h8ce3wN973Y/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca deixarei que essa luz que te conduzia e iluminava se apague dentro do meu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje está fazendo 6 anos que o seu espíritito deixou o nosso mundo e iniciou uma nova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; caminhada no Plano Espiritual...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saudades muitas vão ficar sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quando isso acontecer, vou olhar para dentro de mim mesma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E quando olhar aquele facho de luz dentro do meu coração...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sorriso voltará para os meus lábios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois sei que um dia haveremos de nos reencontrar e todos os dias serão de Sol !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muita Paz e Luz Mãe !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com amor grande da sua pixotinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8022032707711238733?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8022032707711238733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8022032707711238733' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8022032707711238733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8022032707711238733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-dia-de-sol.html' title='(¯`·._) UM DIA DE SOL (¯`·._)'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz9QL6JUk_I/AAAAAAAAAok/h8ce3wN973Y/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1769478176307295639</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:05.852-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ENERGIA BOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz3lQKJUk-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_em9D-DM2Tc/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133511216036352994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz3lQKJUk-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_em9D-DM2Tc/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ninguém entende o que representa o toque das mãos e o colocar-se em posição de troca... Nada melhor do que a sentir a energia pura de uma criança através dos dedos miúdos, principalmente quando esse toque vem de um espírito puro e sem mácula... apenas boas energias... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mão pequenina é do meu sobrinho-neto Marcelo (6 meses) tocando a minha (45 anos). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho que estava precisando do toque suave do bebê e ouvir as suas palavras indefinidas... Me fez um bem enorme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Êta coisa boa !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-1769478176307295639?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1769478176307295639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1769478176307295639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1769478176307295639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1769478176307295639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/energia-boa.html' title='ENERGIA BOA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz3lQKJUk-I/AAAAAAAAAoc/_em9D-DM2Tc/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-901033320552853285</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:06.015-02:00</updated><title type='text'>APENAS DIDI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz2DH6JUk9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/0eOPeUgKDOU/s1600-h/fada14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133403322162910162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz2DH6JUk9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/0eOPeUgKDOU/s400/fada14.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou um alguém a mais nesta selva de pedra, nesta vida cheia de altos e baixos que a cada dia nos prega uma peça diferente, que nos faz quase sempre entrar em choque com a nossa própria consciência, exigindo-nos uma decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu sou um alguém a mais nesta ruas congestionadas de sobreviventes (?);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem caminha por uma estrada deserta e escura, enxergando os buracos, as lombadas e os precipícios através da fé e da esperança que iluminam meu caminho e comandam meus atos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem chora vendo uma criança chorar, quem sorri ao vê-la sorrir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem sente a dor de ver mutilarem uma árvore, quem vibra ao ver outra ser plantada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem passa pelas ruas e tenta adivinhar o que vai dentro de cada um dos que cruzo; quem imagina seus problemas, suas ambições, suas desilusões; quem procura penetrar em seus olhares e alcançar as profundezas mais ocultas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem vive a vida caindo, levantando, mas sempre a caminhar, indagando a sua origem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou uma pessoa que ama o silêncio, aquele silêncio capaz de dizer mais que todas as palavras de um dicionário; que ama a vida e vê em tudo uma razão para sorrir; que ama o amor puro, verdadeiro e único;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou quem pensa, quem se auto-julga, que usa a consciência; portanto existo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quem sou eu ?&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/3925445168297531507-901033320552853285?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/901033320552853285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=901033320552853285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/901033320552853285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/901033320552853285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/apenas-didi.html' title='APENAS DIDI...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rz2DH6JUk9I/AAAAAAAAAoU/0eOPeUgKDOU/s72-c/fada14.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3300954743440472490</id><published>2007-11-15T16:55:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:06.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA SORRI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzADqJUk5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cdxiXjIgTdU/s1600-h/estrada+pintada+com+pincel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133188844381049746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzADqJUk5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cdxiXjIgTdU/s400/estrada+pintada+com+pincel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não perca tempo maldizendo o mal que lhe fizeram, ou os fracassos que teve. Comece a partir de agora a ver o que pode fazer para reconstruir. Siga em frente corajosamente, pois a vida sorri somente para aqueles que não param no meio da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Wellington Braga )&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/3925445168297531507-3300954743440472490?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3300954743440472490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3300954743440472490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3300954743440472490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3300954743440472490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida-sorri.html' title='A VIDA SORRI'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzADqJUk5I/AAAAAAAAAn0/cdxiXjIgTdU/s72-c/estrada+pintada+com+pincel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2967194289008537723</id><published>2007-11-13T11:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:06.522-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RznuO7pHLCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GX7jFKOf2Qc/s1600-h/solidÃ£o3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132395190661098530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RznuO7pHLCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GX7jFKOf2Qc/s400/solid%C3%A3o3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, namorar, passear ou fazer sexo... Isto é carência!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar... Isto é saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe, às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos... Isto é equilíbrio!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos impõe compulsoriamente... Isto é um princípio da natureza!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado... Isto é circunstância!&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é muito mais do que isto...&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-2967194289008537723?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2967194289008537723/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2967194289008537723' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2967194289008537723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2967194289008537723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/solido.html' title='SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RznuO7pHLCI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GX7jFKOf2Qc/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3929701855909655534</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:06.643-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DÓI ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RztFH1buRKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NLDqI8OwbM0/s1600-h/dÃ³i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132772201223570594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RztFH1buRKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NLDqI8OwbM0/s400/d%C3%B3i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida dói... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói perder, dói saudade, chorar dói, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dói dizer adeus, mas o que dói mesmo é arrependimento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ah! se ele matasse...&lt;br /&gt;Dói saber que não se pode voltar no tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que não dá para "ajeitar" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o que o que não tem jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói ficar parado, dói não poder andar mais rápido, não poder avançar no tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e ver se as coisas vão melhorar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói não saber, não saber o que fazer para a vida avançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói tristeza, dói sorrisos que não são bem vindos, dói sorrisos desviados, dói não chorar, dói viver sem amar,dói a angústia de esperar, dói não esperar... esperar nada... de ninguém... nem uma resposta... nem boa... nem ruim... sem resposta, nem ninguém para esperar!&lt;br /&gt;Dói o medo, dói escuro, dói luz, dói multidão, dói solidão, dói barulho, dói silêncio...silêncio...silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Dói voltar, voltar para casa, para o passado, para o que já estava a tempos guardado, dói lembrar....&lt;br /&gt;Dói palavras, dói quando não ditas, dói quando são ditas!&lt;br /&gt;Amar dói!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dói não ser amado, dói não ter com quem contar, dói voltar no tempo e perceber que a vida não saiu do lugar!&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes pensamos que a vida é fácil, cada vez mais percebemos o quanto ela é difícil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Os que muito já viveram podem nos dizer o quanto ela é dura, e na maioria das vezes ela nos parece frágil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é assim, o que nos parece escuro um dia, no outro é luz!&lt;br /&gt;Não faça da dor de hoje, uma tragédia amanhã! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dores passam e voltam, mas o tempo só passa!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não deixe que a mágoa, a tristeza, o sofrimento de hoje preencham seu dia amanhã!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3929701855909655534?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3929701855909655534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3929701855909655534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3929701855909655534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3929701855909655534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/di.html' title='DÓI ???'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RztFH1buRKI/AAAAAAAAAnY/NLDqI8OwbM0/s72-c/d%C3%B3i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3639927390199652754</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:06.882-02:00</updated><title type='text'>_·.·´¯`·.·_ AREIA NO VENTO _·.·´¯`·.·_</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzB6aJUk7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/t3GO8E5MgjQ/s1600-h/borboleta1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133190884490515378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzB6aJUk7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/t3GO8E5MgjQ/s400/borboleta1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos como areia no vento, sempre em movimento. Nunca estamos como e onde estávamos no instante anterior.&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos espalha no mundo, como perfume no ar. Somos livres por natureza, sem sentido ou destino conscientemente conhecidos. Apenas somos levados pelo ritmo da vida, que tenta a todo custo nos ensinar a sua dança, tão complicada à primeira vista. Depois, o corpo se acostuma ao seu swing variante, a mente se adapta a suas melodias.&lt;br /&gt;E lá estamos nós, vagando e nos difundindo, deixando sempre um lastro por onde passamos, marcas de nossa presença. E continuamos seguindo, deixando e levando saudades, abandonando um pouco de nós, carregando um pouco dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Quem ousa permanecer parado, luta contra as leis da vida, esgota-se em si mesmo. Está lá e não está em lugar nenhum. Pois somos como areia no vento, sempre em movimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Autor desconhecido)&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/3925445168297531507-3639927390199652754?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3639927390199652754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3639927390199652754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3639927390199652754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3639927390199652754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/areia-no-vento.html' title='_·.·´¯`·.·_ AREIA NO VENTO _·.·´¯`·.·_'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzzB6aJUk7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/t3GO8E5MgjQ/s72-c/borboleta1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3002976851457603647</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.087-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¸.´)(`· CIÚME ·´)(` .¸</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzs4SVbuRII/AAAAAAAAAnI/V9zRr-8Mz3Y/s1600-h/ciume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132758087961035906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzs4SVbuRII/AAAAAAAAAnI/V9zRr-8Mz3Y/s400/ciume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;O ciúme é aquela dor que dá quando percebemos que a pessoa amada pode ser feliz sem a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Rubens Alves )&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/3925445168297531507-3002976851457603647?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3002976851457603647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3002976851457603647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3002976851457603647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3002976851457603647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/cime.html' title='¸.´)(`· CIÚME ·´)(` .¸'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzs4SVbuRII/AAAAAAAAAnI/V9zRr-8Mz3Y/s72-c/ciume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7430658474262510843</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.243-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SEM COMENTÁRIO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoBerpHLKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Ya8JJRxSK00/s1600-h/para+o+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132416351964966050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoBerpHLKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Ya8JJRxSK00/s400/para+o+tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7430658474262510843?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7430658474262510843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7430658474262510843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7430658474262510843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7430658474262510843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/chega.html' title='SEM COMENTÁRIO...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoBerpHLKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Ya8JJRxSK00/s72-c/para+o+tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3072623214025605017</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.393-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoA77pHLJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hCQS-E9zScY/s1600-h/mudanÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132415754964511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoA77pHLJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hCQS-E9zScY/s400/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3072623214025605017?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3072623214025605017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3072623214025605017' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3072623214025605017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3072623214025605017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/mudana.html' title='MUDANÇA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoA77pHLJI/AAAAAAAAAm4/hCQS-E9zScY/s72-c/mudan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1316725561315265838</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.519-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É, PENSE NISSO....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzoAR7pHLII/AAAAAAAAAmw/JFr5nh3q3TY/s1600-h/liÃ§Ã£o+de+vida.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132415033410006146" style="DISPLAY: block; 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CHATO NÉ ? MAS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn_FLpHLGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yfRP_KMS1U/s1600-h/a+lua+sorriu+para+mim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132413714855046242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn_FLpHLGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yfRP_KMS1U/s400/a+lua+sorriu+para+mim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7669718886261883516?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7669718886261883516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7669718886261883516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7669718886261883516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7669718886261883516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/lua-j-sorriu-para-voc-mas.html' title='A LUA JÁ SORRIU PARA VOCÊ ? CHATO NÉ ? MAS....'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn_FLpHLGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/7yfRP_KMS1U/s72-c/a+lua+sorriu+para+mim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-9009768713797613453</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.801-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PREÇO DA IDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn78LpHLFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/roABfJAcEmk/s1600-h/Velhice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132410261701340242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn78LpHLFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/roABfJAcEmk/s400/Velhice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Um grande preço que pode se pagar pela idade:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é a aparência menos jovem ou menos bela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;mas sim o peso da inconformação com isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é olhar para trás e ver que muito se perdeu por lá, mas deixar de notar o quanto se pode ganhar no "já".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é ter alguns movimentos limitados por ela, mas sim não perceber que a vida continua em movimento contínuo e equilibrado para cada fase de si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é ser rejeitado pelos mais jovens, mas sim esquecer das vantagens que a experiência e a vivência sempre trazem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é ser esquecido em convites para festinhas de "embalo", mas sim ignorar que é sempre tempo para se fazer da vida uma festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é a tão frequente ausência de romantismo, mas sim a descrença no amor, que não escolhe tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não é a frustração de ver-se excluido da chamada "moda jovem", mas a não percepção de que bom gosto nunca sai de moda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;- Não são os finais de semana diante da televisão, mas sim a recusa em reconhecer que há outras alternativas menos enfadonhas e repetitivas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas o grande e MAIOR preço que pode se pagar pela idade é desistir de si mesmo, crer que a Vida se acabou quando ela mal começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Silvia Schmidt)&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/3925445168297531507-9009768713797613453?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/9009768713797613453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=9009768713797613453' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9009768713797613453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9009768713797613453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/preo-da-idade.html' title='PREÇO DA IDADE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn78LpHLFI/AAAAAAAAAmY/roABfJAcEmk/s72-c/Velhice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1930408283003838823</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:07.983-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PROBLEMAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn3QbpHLEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZrBFl4PgsJE/s1600-h/sofrimento2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132405112035552322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn3QbpHLEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZrBFl4PgsJE/s400/sofrimento2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rznzi7pHLDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/xBdy8J2hK_A/s1600-h/problema.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fundo, no fundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bem lá no fundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a gente gostaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ver nossos problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolvidos por decreto&lt;br /&gt;a partir desta data,a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quela mágoa sem remédio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é considerada nula&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e sobre ela? silêncio perpétuo&lt;br /&gt;extinto por lei todo o remorso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maldito seja que olhas pra trás,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lá pra trás não há nada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;mas problemas não se resolvem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;problemas têm familia grande,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e aos domingos saem todos a passear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o problema, sua senhora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e outros pequenos probleminhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Paulo Leminsky)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-1930408283003838823?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1930408283003838823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1930408283003838823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1930408283003838823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1930408283003838823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/problemas.html' title='PROBLEMAS...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzn3QbpHLEI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ZrBFl4PgsJE/s72-c/sofrimento2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-9136296127683061006</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:08.624-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA É O OCEANO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzmpxbpHLBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zRd-fxmD_HM/s1600-h/oceano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132319917064268818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzmpxbpHLBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zRd-fxmD_HM/s400/oceano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A vida é o oceano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A tristeza e a felicidade são os ventos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os pensamentos são as pontas das montanhas, que se erguem como ilhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida de uma pessoa é o seu veleiro. Uma pessoa em harmonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é aquela que sabe usar os ventos como força para se impulsionar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;usar as ilhas para o seu descanso na sua jornada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apreciar o balanço das ondas, como elas devem ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ao final da jornada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abrir um sorriso e dizer: a viagem valeu! Uma pessoa em desarmonia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é aquela que sempre transforma os ventos numa tempestade,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ignora as ilhas, e as vêem como obstáculos as suas jornadas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que acha que as ondas só podem estar no topo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no fim da jornada apenas conta quantas vezes as ondas desceram e quantas vezes o barco virou."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Chao Lung Wen)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-9136296127683061006?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/9136296127683061006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=9136296127683061006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9136296127683061006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/9136296127683061006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida-o-oceano.html' title='A VIDA É O OCEANO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzmpxbpHLBI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zRd-fxmD_HM/s72-c/oceano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5807260994518228869</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:09.100-02:00</updated><title type='text'>(¯`¿¸·´¯) APRENDA A PEDIR DESCULPAS (¯`·¸¿´¯)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rziv5bpHLAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WHhLKnYwxnI/s1600-h/coraÃ§Ã£o+na+mÃ£o+1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132045176596278274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rziv5bpHLAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WHhLKnYwxnI/s400/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+m%C3%A3o+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(...) A desculpa não evita a mágoa, mas faz um bom curativo no machucado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há pessoas que magoam as outras e não conseguem pedir desculpas nunca. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebem o erro, mas não conseguem exteriorizar o arrependimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficam dóceis, suaves, mas a palavrinha mágica... essa não sai. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O magoado vai se afastando, afastando e aquele lindo relacionamento se perde... acaba!Aprendamos pois a pedir desculpas e a desculpar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É, em prol de uma amizade... e ter amigos verdadeiros, vale a pena. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o opositor não quiser desculpar... problema dele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você cumpriu a sua parte no acordo de Paz da humanidade! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois, desculpar; desculpar-se - sim - porque você pode desculpar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a você mesmo por agressões que você faz a si próprio; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ser desculpado, vai revelar que você é uma pessoa humilde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E como humildade não é humilhação, estaremos todos atuando no coração &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no inconsciente coletivo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estaremos de bem com a vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quer algo melhor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Margaret Pelicano)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5807260994518228869?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5807260994518228869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5807260994518228869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5807260994518228869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5807260994518228869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/aprenda-pedir-desculpas.html' title='(¯`¿¸·´¯) APRENDA A PEDIR DESCULPAS (¯`·¸¿´¯)'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rziv5bpHLAI/AAAAAAAAAlw/WHhLKnYwxnI/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+na+m%C3%A3o+1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2672771088595612803</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:09.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TÁ COMBINADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzitabpHK_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/UDMTtW-T3dk/s1600-h/sofrer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132042444997078002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzitabpHK_I/AAAAAAAAAlo/UDMTtW-T3dk/s400/sofrer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Então, tá combinado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje é o dia em que você vai se libertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A timidez vai ser deixada de lado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e você vai falar dos seus sonhos, finalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você que fala demais vai fazer silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vai escutar o que os outros dizem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e vai deixar de atropelar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você que se apaixona até pelo vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vai colocar um pouco de "realidade" nos olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vai tirar essa lente cor de rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que te faz amar o improvável e quem só te faz sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Você que anda sempre amargurado, vai sorrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e no meio do espanto geral vai rir muito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;se soltar, ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje é dia de inverter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;deixar de cometer os mesmos erros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pois até nas besteiras é preciso reciclar-se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;andar por outros caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pensar em novas POSSIBILIDADES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;novos tratamentos, novas curas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;novo trabalho, novos sonhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a vida se abre em OPORTUNIDADES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há um novo dia te esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hoje é dia de sentir o RENOVAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;de transformar-se em algo melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seque às lágrimas, empurre o orgulho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;derrube a muralha do medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quebre os paradigmas da sua história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e vem conquistar, ser feliz é um direito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;conquiste-o, sem esperar por ninguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e esteja pronto para quando o sol brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Paulo Roberto Gaefke)&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/3925445168297531507-2672771088595612803?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2672771088595612803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2672771088595612803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2672771088595612803'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzipFrpHK9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/0x4dFpGX6iE/s1600-h/escravo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132037690468281298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzipFrpHK9I/AAAAAAAAAlY/0x4dFpGX6iE/s400/escravo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeiro levaram os negros&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me importei com isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não era negro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida levaram alguns operários&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não me importei com isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu também não era operário &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois prenderam os miseráveis &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas não me importei com isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque eu não sou miserável &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois agarraram uns desempregados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como tenho meu emprego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Também não me importei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora estão me levando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas já é tarde.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu não me importei com ninguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém se importa comigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É PRECISO AGIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bertold Brecht (1898-1956)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8266494785398888421?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8266494785398888421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6043847900489983157</id><published>2007-11-12T15:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:09.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TÚNEL DO TEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RziiQrpHK8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vp6Zyu2kNDA/s1600-h/tunel+do+tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132030182865447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RziiQrpHK8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/vp6Zyu2kNDA/s400/tunel+do+tempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se já nos tornamos adultos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vamos ter que entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que a infância acabou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que esse foi um período que se esgotou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não se pode, também, adolescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e atrás de certos sonhos e urgências correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;quando esse momento já tiver passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou ainda não tiver chegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não existe o tal túnel do tempo, afinal nele nunca seria encontrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um período de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que ainda será futuro ou que já é passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Certas pessoas tentam viver fora da sua idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;como se dentro delas morasse uma saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ou uma loucura de transformar a sua atual realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que passou é lá atrás que deve ficar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o que ainda vem é questão de saber esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O hoje, o agora, esse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;é tudo que temos de mais importante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e devem ser vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;com garra e de forma relevante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deixe o passado descansar, adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e prepare um bom futuro pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e isso é já, no presente, que é possível fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Autoria - Silvana Duboc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-6043847900489983157?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lithograph;font-size:130%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O sinal mais seguro da sabedoria é a constante serenidade."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7794518552118708421?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7794518552118708421/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7794518552118708421' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7794518552118708421'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzhL77pHK7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/zVsTdv1wdW8/s1600-h/som+da+saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131935268383173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzhL77pHK7I/AAAAAAAAAlI/zVsTdv1wdW8/s400/som+da+saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8097760994981022184?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8097760994981022184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8097760994981022184' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6064906292672708483</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.023-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.131-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O PEQUENO PRÍNCIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzhK2rpHK4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Egd7BB_I2yo/s1600-h/essencial-invisivel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131934078677232514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzhK2rpHK4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Egd7BB_I2yo/s400/essencial-invisivel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-6064906292672708483?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzhK2rpHK4I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Egd7BB_I2yo/s72-c/essencial-invisivel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3571138959612890029</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.022-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.309-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PROVÉRBIO ÁRABE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdaPrpHK2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/9gsnUrWK-5c/s1600-h/foto+linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131669525871668066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdaPrpHK2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/9gsnUrWK-5c/s400/foto+linda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não diga tudo o que sabes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não faças tudo o que podes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não acredite em tudo que ouves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não gaste tudo o que tens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem diz tudo o que sabe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem faz tudo o que pode,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem acredita em tudo o que ouve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem gasta tudo o que tem;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muitas vezes diz o que não convém,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Faz o que não deve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Julga o que não vê,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gasta o que não pode. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3571138959612890029?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3571138959612890029/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3571138959612890029' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3571138959612890029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3571138959612890029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/provrbio-rabe.html' title='PROVÉRBIO ÁRABE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdaPrpHK2I/AAAAAAAAAkg/9gsnUrWK-5c/s72-c/foto+linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5772604964475991094</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.021-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.515-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ALÉM DAS APARÊNCIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdTaLpHK1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/iAjClC8YzsI/s1600-h/aparÃªncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131662009678900050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdTaLpHK1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/iAjClC8YzsI/s400/apar%C3%AAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Certo dia, Marcelo, um pai de família, voltava do trabalho dirigindo num trânsito bastante pesado. De repente, olhando pelo espelho retrovisor percebeu um carro que vinha apressadamente, cortando todo mundo, dirigido por um homem de meia idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O carro vinha forçando a passagem, acendendo e pagando as luzes. Ao tentar passar por Marcelo o carro deu-lhe uma tremenda fechada, já que queria mudar de pista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O calor da raiva percorreu o corpo de Marcelo, naquela hora sua vontade era de ofendê-lo e impedir sua passagem. Quase colocou seus instintos para fora, mas decidiu não fazê-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Falou sozinho:- Coitado! Se ele está tão nervoso e apressado assim, vai ver que está com um problema sério e precisando chegar logo ao seu destino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Assim, foi diminuindo a marcha e o deixou o outro carro seguir seu caminho. Chegando em sua casa, Marcelo recebeu a triste notícia de que seu filho de três anos havia sofrido um grave acidente e fora levado ao hospital. Imediatamente seguiu para lá e, quando chegou, sua esposa veio ao seu encontro e o tranqüilizou dizendo: - Graças a Deus está tudo bem, pois o médico chegou a tempo para socorrer nosso filho. Ele já está fora de perigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marcelo, aliviado, pediu que sua esposa o levasse até o médico para agradecê-lo. Qual não foi sua surpresa quando percebeu que o médico era aquele homem cujo carro havia forçado passagem quando voltava para casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por trás de uma atitude, sempre existe uma história, um motivo que leva as pessoas a agirem de determinada forma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Procure ver além das aparências! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5772604964475991094?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5772604964475991094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5772604964475991094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5772604964475991094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5772604964475991094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/alm-das-aparncias.html' title='ALÉM DAS APARÊNCIAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdTaLpHK1I/AAAAAAAAAkY/iAjClC8YzsI/s72-c/apar%C3%AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7392432780775755079</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.020-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.599-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdQ8rpHK0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CHFfbRQt9V0/s1600-h/borboleta+coruja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131659303849503554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdQ8rpHK0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CHFfbRQt9V0/s400/borboleta+coruja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se abrirmos os olhos e enxergarmos claramente, ficará óbvio que não existe nenhum tempo senão este instante e que o passado e o futuro são abstrações sem realidade concreta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até sabermos disso, temos a impressão de que a vida se compõe de passado e futuro e que o presente não passa de uma linha finíssima que os divide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Essa é a origem da sensação de "falta de tempo", de um mundo que corre tão rapidamente que já passou antes de termos podido aproveitá-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas, ao "despertar para o momento", percebemos que a verdade é exatamente o contrário: o passado e o futuro é que são ilusões passageiras, o presente é eternamente real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Alan Watts) &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/3925445168297531507-7392432780775755079?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7392432780775755079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7392432780775755079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7392432780775755079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7392432780775755079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexo_9380.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdQ8rpHK0I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/CHFfbRQt9V0/s72-c/borboleta+coruja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7951901475330731895</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.019-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.671-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEIA COM ATENÇÃO O TEXTO E TIRE AS SUAS PRÓPRIAS CONCLUSÕES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdN9LpHKzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_cKZFs4APzU/s1600-h/mulher+chorando.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131656013904554802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdN9LpHKzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_cKZFs4APzU/s400/mulher+chorando.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Escutei várias vezes os mais velhos falando que a pior solidão é aquela que se sente estando junto de alguém. Hoje compreendo perfeitamente isso, vivenciando isso na pele já faz um bom tempo. Uma realidade que vivencio a muitos anos. Não existe culpados, mas sim limites. Tôdos nos temos os nossos limites e muitas vezes não conseguimos ultrapassá-los . Eu sempre com energia sobrando e com aquela vontade de viver, dançar, correr em busca de alguma coisa que muitas vezes nem eu mesma sei o que é. Ele usando a razão na maioria das vezes o coração fica em segundo ou terceiro plano. Eu, a eterna sonhadora com uma pitada de imaturidade. Porque, então, quem já esta sozinho se ilude que não está ? Por que, então, não desiste e rompe a relação, alegando ter medo de ficar só, quando já está?Talvez, o medo de ficar só seja tão forte, que ter alguém, mesmo sem qualidade, voltando para casa, seja a grande sabotagem para não vivenciar concretamente a solidão e ter que cuidar de si. Desse modo, vivendo sem conviver, morando com, mas em exclusão, pessoas adoecem, ficam deprimidas, hipertensas, dormem mal, têm úlceras, forte dores de cabeça, abusam do álcool...O corpo trai e revela o que a alma cala. Talvez, no fundo, haja o medo de arriscar, ao abrir a porta. Quando estiver, só, não haverá alguém para responsabilizar pelas falhas, pela existência de problemas ou pela própria dificuldade de ser feliz... Entretanto, a vida não perdoa quem fica ou quem não faz por medo, apenas. Mais cedo ou mais tarde, a pergunta será feita: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O QUE FIZ COM A MINHA VIDA, ATE AGORA??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7951901475330731895?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7951901475330731895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7951901475330731895' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7951901475330731895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7951901475330731895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/leia-com-ateno-o-texto-e-tire-as-suas.html' title='LEIA COM ATENÇÃO O TEXTO E TIRE AS SUAS PRÓPRIAS CONCLUSÕES...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzdN9LpHKzI/AAAAAAAAAkI/_cKZFs4APzU/s72-c/mulher+chorando.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4432456389152352248</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.018-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:10.970-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É  A  MAIS  PURA  VERDADE !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYfpLpHKyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sVXJ9Rd4hOU/s1600-h/cidade+dos+anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131323617795582754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYfpLpHKyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sVXJ9Rd4hOU/s400/cidade+dos+anjos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4432456389152352248?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4432456389152352248/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4432456389152352248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4432456389152352248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4432456389152352248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/pura-verdade.html' title='É  A  MAIS  PURA  VERDADE !!!!'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYfpLpHKyI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sVXJ9Rd4hOU/s72-c/cidade+dos+anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5602522662905833540</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.017-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.267-02:00</updated><title type='text'>BALANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYdx7pHKxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ABI9Qvfazk4/s1600-h/balanÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131321569096182546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYdx7pHKxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ABI9Qvfazk4/s400/balan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;" No amor nunca os pratos da balança estão equilibrados.&lt;br /&gt;E como a ausência do amor é etérea, quem pesa mais é quem ama menos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Vergílio Ferreira ) &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/3925445168297531507-5602522662905833540?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5602522662905833540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5602522662905833540' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5602522662905833540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5602522662905833540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/balana.html' title='BALANÇA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzYdx7pHKxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ABI9Qvfazk4/s72-c/balan%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8858755386023103441</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.368-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECISA DE TÍTULO ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzddf7pHK3I/AAAAAAAAAko/Ple2-uXB8BI/s1600-h/coragem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131673103579425650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzddf7pHK3I/AAAAAAAAAko/Ple2-uXB8BI/s400/coragem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSY9LpHKwI/AAAAAAAAAjM/jO3OOomkZsA/s1600-h/coragem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os medos vêm no plural. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Coragem é única. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Edson Marques )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8858755386023103441?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8858755386023103441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8858755386023103441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8858755386023103441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8858755386023103441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/precisa-de-ttulo.html' title='PRECISA DE TÍTULO ?'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rzddf7pHK3I/AAAAAAAAAko/Ple2-uXB8BI/s72-c/coragem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7042096285962482663</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.514-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSVCrpHKvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kvq15gt0yTU/s1600-h/tempo-voa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130889748789275378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSVCrpHKvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kvq15gt0yTU/s400/tempo-voa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Deus é o maior despertador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ou você só usa daqueles que fazem barulho e têm ponteiros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mesmo digital, esse que marca o tempo só acorda o corpo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Precisamos é de um Despertador que acorde a Alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que desperte o Espírito para essa grande aventura chamada VIDA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Edson Marques ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7042096285962482663?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7042096285962482663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7042096285962482663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7042096285962482663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7042096285962482663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/deus.html' title='DEUS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSVCrpHKvI/AAAAAAAAAjE/kvq15gt0yTU/s72-c/tempo-voa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8591828518210458473</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSSdbpHKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AxQslO0mI-s/s1600-h/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130886909815892706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSSdbpHKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AxQslO0mI-s/s400/amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amar é permitir sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amar é deixar que o outro vá - ou que fique, se assim o desejar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amar é ter respeito absoluto pela própria liberdade, e pela liberdade do outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amar é compreender sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;E isso não significa apenas entendimento racional, vai além, muito além: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Amar é reconhecer afetuosamente o direito que o outro tem de fazer suas escolhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;( Edson Marques )&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/3925445168297531507-8591828518210458473?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8591828518210458473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8591828518210458473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8591828518210458473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8591828518210458473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/amar.html' title='AMAR'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSSdbpHKuI/AAAAAAAAAi8/AxQslO0mI-s/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-700968180802185598</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:11.928-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É... MAIS UMA VEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSQurpHKtI/AAAAAAAAAi0/apfXH27NHg8/s1600-h/alma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130885007145380562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSQurpHKtI/AAAAAAAAAi0/apfXH27NHg8/s400/alma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vocês poderão discordar de muitas coisas que eu digo. Muitas. Afinal, cada um de nós é um ser único. Cada um de nós tem seu próprio tempo, seu sistema de valores, sua própria maneira de julgar um fato, analisar fenômenos, fazer escolhas e encontrar saídas. Cada um de nós tem sua particular visão do mundo, intransferível, única, pessoal e exclusiva. Cada um tem suas idéias de verdade, de justiça, de amor, de religião. Cada um de nós tem seu próprio modo de se salvar. Ou se perder... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Edson Marques ) &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/3925445168297531507-700968180802185598?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/700968180802185598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=700968180802185598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/700968180802185598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/700968180802185598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/mas-uma-vez.html' title='É... MAIS UMA VEZ'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzSQurpHKtI/AAAAAAAAAi0/apfXH27NHg8/s72-c/alma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7311268191351325543</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzN9-rpHKsI/AAAAAAAAAis/cMeJ3Z-0SLk/s1600-h/pegadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130582916325649090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzN9-rpHKsI/AAAAAAAAAis/cMeJ3Z-0SLk/s400/pegadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não tenha pressa em chegar ao fim. Caminhe com segurança e constância, porque tudo nos chegará na hora exata e mais oportuna. Os frutos amadurecidos à força não são tão saborosos quanto os que amadurecem naturalmente. Saiba esperar com paciência e não desanime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Minuto de Sabedoria - 08/11/2007 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7311268191351325543?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7311268191351325543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7311268191351325543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7311268191351325543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7311268191351325543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflexo_06.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzN9-rpHKsI/AAAAAAAAAis/cMeJ3Z-0SLk/s72-c/pegadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2805652118860956207</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.325-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM_5LpHKrI/AAAAAAAAAik/RX3DhMbyPco/s1600-h/palavras.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130514652115446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM_5LpHKrI/AAAAAAAAAik/RX3DhMbyPco/s400/palavras.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras não são apenas palavras. Elas têm disposições de ânimo, climas próprios.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Quando uma palavra se aloja dentro de você, ela traz um clima diferente à sua mente, uma abordagem diferente, uma visão diferente. Chame a mesma coisa de um nome diferente e perceberá: algo fica imediatamente diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Existem as palavras dos sentimentos e as palavras intelectuais. Abandone cada vez mais as palavras intelectuais, use cada vez mais palavras dos sentimentos. Existem palavras políticas e palavras religiosas. Abandone as palavras políticas. Existem palavras que imediatamente criam conflito. No momento em que você pronuncia, surgem discussões. Assim, nunca use uma linguagem lógica e argumentativa. Use a linguagem do afeto, do carinho, do amor, para que não surja discussão alguma.&lt;br /&gt;Se você começar a ficar consciente disso, perceberá uma imensa mudança surgindo. Se você estiver um pouco alerta na vida, muitas infelicidades poderão ser evitadas. Uma única palavra pronunciada na inconsciência pode criar uma longa corrente de aflição. Uma leve diferença, apenas uma virada muito pequena, e isso cria mudança. Você deveria ser muito cuidadoso e usar as palavras quando absolutamente necessário. Evite palavras contaminadas. Use palavras arejadas, não controversas, que não são argumentos, mas apenas expressões de suas impressões.&lt;br /&gt;Se você puder se tornar um especialista em palavras, toda a sua vida será totalmente diferente. Se uma palavra trouxer infelicidade, raiva, conflito ou discussão, abandone-a. Qual é o sentido de carregá-la? Substitua-a por algo melhor. O melhor é o silêncio, depois é o canto, a poesia, o amor."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( Osho )&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/3925445168297531507-2805652118860956207?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2805652118860956207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2805652118860956207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2805652118860956207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2805652118860956207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/palavras.html' title='PALAVRAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM_5LpHKrI/AAAAAAAAAik/RX3DhMbyPco/s72-c/palavras.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1528326374450214337</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.009-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.501-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PEQUENINAS COISAS DA VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM9frpHKqI/AAAAAAAAAic/p3Zn10SbUPA/s1600-h/joaninha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130512015005526690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM9frpHKqI/AAAAAAAAAic/p3Zn10SbUPA/s400/joaninha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A alegria é o antídoto para o medo. O medo surge se você não desfruta a vida. Se você desfruta a vida, o medo desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, seja positivo e desfrute mais, ria mais, dance mais, cante mais. Torne-se mais e mais jovial e entusiasmado com pequenas coisas, mesmo com coisas muito pequenas. A vida consiste em pequenas coisas, mas, se você puder trazer a qualidade da alegria a pequenas coisas, o total será extraordinário.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não espere que algo grandioso aconteça. Coisas grandiosas acontecem – não é que não aconteçam - mas não espere que algo grandioso aconteça. Isso só acontece quando você começa a viver coisas pequenas, comuns, do dia-a-dia com uma mente nova, com um frescor novo, com uma vitalidade nova, com um entusiasmo novo. Aos poucos você acumula, e esse acúmulo um dia explode em puro deleite.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você nunca sabe quando acontecerá. Você precisa apenas continuar a coletar conchinhas na praia. A totalidade se torna o grande acontecimento. Quando você apanha uma conchinha, ela é uma só. Quando todas as conchinhas estão juntas, de repente, elas são diamantes. Esse é o milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Há muitas pessoas no mundo que perdem porque estão sempre esperando por algo grandioso. Não pode acontecer. Algo grandioso acontece somente através de pequenas coisas: comendo, tomando o café da manhã, caminhando, tomando banho, conversando com um amigo, sentado sozinho, olhando para o céu, ou deitado em sua cama sem fazer nada. A vida é feita de pequenas coisas. Elas são a verdadeira matéria da vida." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;( Osho )&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/3925445168297531507-1528326374450214337?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1528326374450214337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1528326374450214337' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1528326374450214337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1528326374450214337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/pequeninas-coisas-da-vida.html' title='PEQUENINAS COISAS DA VIDA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM9frpHKqI/AAAAAAAAAic/p3Zn10SbUPA/s72-c/joaninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5749631814668626198</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.705-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM2lLpHKpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/coxNm8IkSL8/s1600-h/amor+pleno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130504412913412754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM2lLpHKpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/coxNm8IkSL8/s400/amor+pleno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que é o amor? Eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que sei é que experimentar o amor é uma das mais belas experiências da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para vivenciarmos o verdadeiro amor, quatro passos devem ser celebrados.&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro passo é: esteja aqui e agora - porque o amor só é possível aqui e agora.&lt;br /&gt;O segundo passo em direção ao amor é libertar-se dos sentimentos negativos... porque muitas pessoas amam, mas seu amor está contaminado por sentimentos como ciúme, possessividade, medo.&lt;br /&gt;O terceiro: compartilhe. O amor é uma fragrância a ser compartilhada, irradiada. O amor não pode ser acumulado; ele só pode ser compartilhado.&lt;br /&gt;E o quarto: seja um nada.&lt;br /&gt;Somente quando você está vazio de você, há o amor. Quando você está cheio de ego não é possível amar.&lt;br /&gt;O amor e o ego não podem existir juntos. É impossível o amor e o ego estarem juntos porque amor e Deus são sinônimos.&lt;br /&gt;Somente uma pessoa que aprendeu a amar é madura. Uma pessoa madura não "cai de amor", ela se "eleva no amor".&lt;br /&gt;E quando duas pessoas maduras estão se amando, um dos maiores paradoxos da vida acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Elas estão juntas, são quase um, mas esta unidade não destrói a individualidade. Na verdade realça.&lt;br /&gt;Duas pessoas maduras em verdadeiro em amor ajudam-se mutuamente a se tornarem mais livres, mais plenas, mais completas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( Osho )&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/3925445168297531507-5749631814668626198?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5749631814668626198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5749631814668626198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5749631814668626198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5749631814668626198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor.html' title='AMOR'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzM2lLpHKpI/AAAAAAAAAiU/coxNm8IkSL8/s72-c/amor+pleno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5705103581789201477</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.799-02:00</updated><title type='text'>×÷·.·´¯`·)»  «(·´¯`·.·÷×</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzMDxrpHKoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/dd2ILmkYQmc/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130448552568760962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzMDxrpHKoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/dd2ILmkYQmc/s400/lua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Viver perigosamente significa viver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você não vive perigosamente, você não vive.&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca floresce na segurança; apenas na insegurança. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você começa a obter segurança, você se torna uma água parada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então sua energia não esta mais circulando.&lt;br /&gt;E por que correr riscos e o conhecido é mais seguro? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então você se torna obcecado pelo familiar.&lt;br /&gt;Você continua ficando farto com isso, você fica entediado com isso, você se sente miserável, mas isso ainda é familiar e confortável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo menos é conhecido.&lt;br /&gt;O desconhecido cria um temor em você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Qualquer idéia em relação ao desconhecido e você começa a se sentir inseguro.&lt;br /&gt;Há apenas dois tipos de pessoas no mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As pessoas que querem viver confortavelmente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas estão procurando a morte, elas querem um túmulo confortável. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as pessoas que querem viver. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elas escolhem viver perigosamente, porque a vida só floresce quando há risco."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Osho )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5705103581789201477?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5705103581789201477/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5705103581789201477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5705103581789201477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5705103581789201477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_4650.html' title='×÷·.·´¯`·)»  «(·´¯`·.·÷×'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzMDxrpHKoI/AAAAAAAAAiM/dd2ILmkYQmc/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8998777039089272035</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:12.951-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA MEDITAR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL-1bpHKnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e4z7nOTeecs/s1600-h/momento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130443119435131506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL-1bpHKnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e4z7nOTeecs/s400/momento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando estiver com uma pessoa, lembre-se de que essa pode ser a última vez. Não desperdice a oportunidade com trivialidades, não crie problemas e conflitos sem importância. Quando a morte está próxima, nada mais importa.&lt;br /&gt;Se alguém fez ou disse alguma coisa e você ficou irritado, pare e pense como seria se essa pessoa morresse ou se você morresse. Que significado teria, então, aquilo que foi dito? Talvez a outra pessoa nem tenha pensado ou dito aquilo com aquela intenção - pode ser apenas uma interpretação sua. Em geral é isso que acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está em constante mudança. Assim como você não pode se banhar duas vezes no mesmo rio, também não pode se encontrar com a mesma pessoa duas vezes. O mesmo acontece com seus pais, irmãos e amigos. Nada nem ninguém permanecem o mesmo. Você mudou, já não é o mesmo. Mas eles também não.&lt;br /&gt;Se você se lembrar dessas duas coisas, o amor florescerá.Encontre a outra pessoa sempre como se fosse a primeira vez.E encontre a outra pessoa sempre como se fosse a última vez.&lt;br /&gt;Então, esse pequeno momento de reunião pode trazer uma grande plenitude."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;( Osho )&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/3925445168297531507-8998777039089272035?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8998777039089272035/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8998777039089272035' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8998777039089272035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8998777039089272035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-meditar.html' title='PARA MEDITAR....'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL-1bpHKnI/AAAAAAAAAiE/e4z7nOTeecs/s72-c/momento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-640515703395108812</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.111-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LÁGRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL9RbpHKmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-QB-XxWExeo/s1600-h/lÃ¡grima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130441401448213090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL9RbpHKmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-QB-XxWExeo/s400/l%C3%A1grima2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nunca tenha medo das lágrimas. A assim chamada civilização fez você temer muito as lágrimas. Isso criou uma espécie de culpa em você. Quando as lágrimas chegam você começa a se sentir embaraçado. Você começa a sentir, "O que os outros irão pensar? Sou um homem e estou chorando! Isso parece tão feminino e infantil. Isso não devia ser assim". Você bloqueia essas lágrimas... e você mata algo que estava crescendo em você.As lágrimas são muito mais belas do que qualquer coisa que você tenha, porque as lágrimas procedem do transbordamento do seu ser. Lágrimas não são necessariamente de tristeza; às vezes elas resultam de grande alegria e às vezes resultam de uma grande paz e às vezes do êxtase e do amor. De fato, elas não têm nada a ver com tristeza ou com felicidade. Qualquer coisa que agita demasiadamente seu coração, qualquer coisa que se apossa de você, qualquer coisa que é demais, que você não tem como conter e isso começa a transbordar; isso traz lágrimas. Aceite-as com grande alegria, desfrute-as, alimente-as, dê a elas boas vindas, e através das lágrimas você saberá como orar. Através das lágrimas você saberá como ver. Olhos cheios de lágrimas são capazes de enxergar a beleza da vida e as bênçãos dela." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Osho)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-640515703395108812?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/640515703395108812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=640515703395108812' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/640515703395108812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/640515703395108812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/lgrima.html' title='LÁGRIMA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL9RbpHKmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/-QB-XxWExeo/s72-c/l%C3%A1grima2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5261602613691530560</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.254-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿¤÷(` ´)÷¤¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL8UbpHKlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JUe2Qs6ChPg/s1600-h/arvore+na+mÃ£os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130440353476192850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL8UbpHKlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JUe2Qs6ChPg/s400/arvore+na+m%C3%A3os.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“O ser é você e descobrir o seu ser é o começo da vida. Então cada momento é uma nova descoberta, cada momento traz uma alegria. Um novo mistério abre as suas portas, um novo amor começa a crescer em você, uma nova compaixão que você nunca sentiu antes, uma nova sensibilidade a respeito da beleza, a respeito da bondade.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Estou aqui para seduzi-lo a um amor pela vida; para ajudá-lo a tornar-se um pouco mais poético; para ajudá-lo a morrer para o mundano e para o ordinário, de modo que o extraordinário exploda em sua vida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Mudança total certamente é a meta, mas não tente obtê-la num único passo. Siga de uma maneira mais humana, mudando pequenas partes.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Osho )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3925445168297531507-5261602613691530560?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5261602613691530560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5261602613691530560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5261602613691530560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5261602613691530560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_2578.html' title='¿¤÷(` ´)÷¤¿'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL8UbpHKlI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JUe2Qs6ChPg/s72-c/arvore+na+m%C3%A3os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7656018463072330991</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.388-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¸.´)(`··´)(` .¸</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL6LrpHKkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/EHomi52UvBw/s1600-h/tempo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130438004129081922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL6LrpHKkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/EHomi52UvBw/s400/tempo5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tem gente que tem cheiro de passarinho quando canta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De sol quando acorda. De flor quando ri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente no balanço de uma rede que dança gostoso numa tarde grande, sem relógio e sem agenda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao lado delas, a gente se sente comendo pipoca na praça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lambuzando o queixo de sorvete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melando os dedos com algodão doce da cor mais doce que tem pra escolher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O tempo é outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E a vida fica com a cara que ela tem de verdade, mas que a gente desaprende de ver." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Ana Cláudia Saldanha Jácomo - extraído do blog Cores do Aquário )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-7656018463072330991?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7656018463072330991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7656018463072330991' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7656018463072330991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7656018463072330991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_06.html' title='¸.´)(`··´)(` .¸'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL6LrpHKkI/AAAAAAAAAhs/EHomi52UvBw/s72-c/tempo5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1212373336057072010</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.464-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MUDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL1wrpHKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/S5oSW8FZ4J0/s1600-h/mudanca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130433142226102834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL1wrpHKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/S5oSW8FZ4J0/s400/mudanca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mude,&lt;br /&gt;mas comece devagar,&lt;br /&gt;porque a direção é mais importante que a velocidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não faça do hábito um estilo de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tente o novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;O novo lado, o novo sabor,&lt;br /&gt;o novo prazer, o novo amor.&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;Tente.&lt;br /&gt;Ame muito,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais,&lt;br /&gt;de modos diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se de que a Vida é uma só.&lt;br /&gt;Se você não encontrar razões para ser livre, invente-as.&lt;br /&gt;Seja criativo.&lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só o que está morto não muda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Edson Marques)&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/3925445168297531507-1212373336057072010?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1212373336057072010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1212373336057072010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1212373336057072010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1212373336057072010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/mude.html' title='MUDE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzL1wrpHKjI/AAAAAAAAAhk/S5oSW8FZ4J0/s72-c/mudanca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2763725941147878496</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.549-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CORAÇÃO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzIV5Cf-dUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L-jThKTGb2Q/s1600-h/2coracoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130186995196130626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzIV5Cf-dUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L-jThKTGb2Q/s400/2coracoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Todo coração tem seu próprio coração.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se o coração do coração&lt;br /&gt;também não for completamente livre,&lt;br /&gt;ambos morrem de tristeza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Edson Marques )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-2763725941147878496?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2763725941147878496/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2763725941147878496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2763725941147878496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2763725941147878496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/corao.html' title='CORAÇÃO...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzIV5Cf-dUI/AAAAAAAAAhc/L-jThKTGb2Q/s72-c/2coracoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8226745491221570169</id><published>2007-11-06T14:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.663-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LYA LUFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzILQSf-dTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oUOY87VCuDw/s1600-h/anjo+e+lago.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130175300000183602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzILQSf-dTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oUOY87VCuDw/s400/anjo+e+lago.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A quatro mãos escrevemos o roteiro para o palco de meu tempo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o meu destino e eu. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nem sempre estamos afinados, nem sempre nos levamos a sério."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-8226745491221570169?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8226745491221570169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8226745491221570169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8226745491221570169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8226745491221570169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/lya-luft.html' title='LYA LUFT'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzILQSf-dTI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oUOY87VCuDw/s72-c/anjo+e+lago.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-62061705044545947</id><published>2007-11-05T17:18:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.754-02:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO TENHA VERGONHA !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry90Xif-dJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YVdB9HkZMDk/s1600-h/danÃ§a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129446448345019538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry90Xif-dJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YVdB9HkZMDk/s400/dan%C3%A7a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Dauphin;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dançar !!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-62061705044545947?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/62061705044545947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=62061705044545947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/62061705044545947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/62061705044545947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-tenha-vergonha.html' title='NÃO TENHA VERGONHA !!!!'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry90Xif-dJI/AAAAAAAAAgE/YVdB9HkZMDk/s72-c/dan%C3%A7a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6883952628509949766</id><published>2007-11-05T17:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:13.914-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTO DE REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry903Sf-dKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LG48Wqy8A7g/s1600-h/mÃ£o+e+borboleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129446993805866146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry903Sf-dKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LG48Wqy8A7g/s400/m%C3%A3o+e+borboleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;Deus nos concede a cada dia uma página de vida nova no livro do tempo. Aquilo que colocarmos nela corre por nossa conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;( Chico Xavier )&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/3925445168297531507-6883952628509949766?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6883952628509949766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6883952628509949766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6883952628509949766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6883952628509949766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/momento-de-reflexo.html' title='MOMENTO DE REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry903Sf-dKI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LG48Wqy8A7g/s72-c/m%C3%A3o+e+borboleta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-608904136463048301</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:14.062-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VOCÊ SABE O QUE É AMOR ????????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-iuif-dQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VgrwHJSQB6E/s1600-h/nuvem+amor.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129497421016888578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-iuif-dQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VgrwHJSQB6E/s400/nuvem+amor.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chamamos de amor a uma porção de coisas que não são amor.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a humanidade não definir o amor, enquanto não perceber que o amor é algo que independe da posse, do egocentrismo, da planificação, do medo de perder, da necessidade de ser correspondido, o amor não será amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pedro Bloch)&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/3925445168297531507-608904136463048301?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/608904136463048301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=608904136463048301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/608904136463048301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/608904136463048301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/voc-sabe-o-que-amor.html' title='VOCÊ SABE O QUE É AMOR ????????????'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-iuif-dQI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VgrwHJSQB6E/s72-c/nuvem+amor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5255575285122989707</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:14.174-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¯¨'*·~-.¸¸,.-~* *·~-.¸¸,.-~*'¨¯</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-Z3Cf-dPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cocy9gfuhAE/s1600-h/rio+e+pedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129487671441126642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-Z3Cf-dPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cocy9gfuhAE/s400/rio+e+pedra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém pode construir em teu lugar&lt;br /&gt;as pontes que precisará passar,&lt;br /&gt;para atravessar o rio da vida&lt;br /&gt;- ninguém, exceto tu, só tu.&lt;br /&gt;Existem, por certo, atalhos sem números,&lt;br /&gt;e pontes, e semideuses que se oferecerão&lt;br /&gt;para levar-te além do rio;&lt;br /&gt;mas isso te custaria a tua própria pessoa;&lt;br /&gt;tu te hipotecarias e te perderias.&lt;br /&gt;Existe no mundo um único caminho&lt;br /&gt;por onde só tu podes passar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde leva ? Não pergunte, segue-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5255575285122989707?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5255575285122989707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5255575285122989707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5255575285122989707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5255575285122989707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_04.html' title='¯¨&apos;*·~-.¸¸,.-~* *·~-.¸¸,.-~*&apos;¨¯'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-Z3Cf-dPI/AAAAAAAAAg0/Cocy9gfuhAE/s72-c/rio+e+pedra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-432526810467486262</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:14.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBRE A SOLIDÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-m6if-dRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mdTV1orPPpI/s1600-h/anjo+triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129502025221829906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-m6if-dRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mdTV1orPPpI/s400/anjo+triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A solidão pode se converter em rica fonte de crescimento, experiência e renovação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Mas este não é apenas um momento de tristeza, é também um tempo de cultivo, plantio e esperança. Pois o sentimento de solidão não é causado porque não há alguém do seu lado, mas por estar mal acompanhada de si próprio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Sternick)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-432526810467486262?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/432526810467486262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=432526810467486262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/432526810467486262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/432526810467486262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/sobre-solido.html' title='SOBRE A SOLIDÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-m6if-dRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/mdTV1orPPpI/s72-c/anjo+triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1802190022574996860</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:14.847-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGNO DE LEÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-PJCf-dNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BRsk71-cM_I/s1600-h/leÃ£o1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129475886050866386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-PJCf-dNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BRsk71-cM_I/s400/le%C3%A3o1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Você não precisará agradar a ninguém, leonino. Nem mesmo a si próprio. Basta fazer o que necessita e confiar que tudo se encaixará da maneira mais adequada ao momento. Você terá de enfrentar situações difíceis. Mas o júbilo e a alegria tomarão conta de seu coração."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sérgio Frug)&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/3925445168297531507-1802190022574996860?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1802190022574996860/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1802190022574996860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1802190022574996860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1802190022574996860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/signo-de-leo.html' title='SIGNO DE LEÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry-PJCf-dNI/AAAAAAAAAgk/BRsk71-cM_I/s72-c/le%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5866099973355696426</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.015-02:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;º))))&gt;&lt;.·´¯`·. .·´¯`·.¸&gt;&lt;((((º&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry9-Cyf-dMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mrFT11j4qBI/s1600-h/macacos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129457086979011778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry9-Cyf-dMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mrFT11j4qBI/s400/macacos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Acredito que, assim como eu, para você também existem momentos em nossas vidas, que é melhor sermos como os três macaquinhos - não vejo, não ouço e não falo.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, existe tanta negatividade, tanto pessimismo vindos de nossos semelhantes, que é perigoso nos perdermos se não soubermos separar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Cuide-se e não deixe NADA e nem NINGUÉM atrapalhar os seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Se precisar peça ajuda e se este for o caso, que saiba a quem pedir. Por maior que sejam as dificuldades... por maior que sejam os problemas, ACREDITE E NUNCA DESISTA DOS SEUS SONHOS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tadashi Kadomoto) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5866099973355696426?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5866099973355696426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5866099973355696426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5866099973355696426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5866099973355696426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/acredito-que-assim-como-eu-para-voc.html' title='&lt;º))))&gt;&lt;.·´¯`·. .·´¯`·.¸&gt;&lt;((((º&gt;'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry9-Cyf-dMI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mrFT11j4qBI/s72-c/macacos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6490383710519020099</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.118-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ACREDITAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry95oSf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3joz7LHIZs/s1600-h/sonho+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129452233665967282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry95oSf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3joz7LHIZs/s400/sonho+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você precisa ter sonhos, para que possa se levantar as vezes sem cair.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que, a toda hora, acontecerão coisas boas e que vão mudar o rumo da sua vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vilma Galvão)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-6490383710519020099?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6490383710519020099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6490383710519020099' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6490383710519020099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6490383710519020099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/voc-precisa-ter-sonhos-para-que-possa.html' title='ACREDITAR'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry95oSf-dLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/k3joz7LHIZs/s72-c/sonho+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-2447745070464366215</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.283-02:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRESA !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4VzJg6NkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-p4FLJSOZtU/s1600-h/risada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129060994093037122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4VzJg6NkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-p4FLJSOZtU/s400/risada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O mais surpreendente na vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não é o que a gente se propõe a realizar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;são nossas realizações que surpreendem ao acontecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As surpresas que aprontamos a nós mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;não o que nos determinamos fazer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas o que fazemos sem pretender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O bom da vida é quando encontramos o biscoito da sorte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;escondido dentro de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque temos um lado obscuro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que encobre o nosso mais belo ser, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;que teima, ofuscando a beleza, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;colocando pedras no caminho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E um lado luminoso que as acomoda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para que passemos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As vezes as pedras viram montanhas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as vezes degraus que custamos a perceber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E nestas surpresas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nossa alma criança a brincar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Clarice )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3925445168297531507-2447745070464366215?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/2447745070464366215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=2447745070464366215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2447745070464366215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/2447745070464366215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/surpresa.html' title='SURPRESA !!!'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4VzJg6NkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/-p4FLJSOZtU/s72-c/risada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3077377402037686603</id><published>2007-11-04T16:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.445-02:00</updated><title type='text'>CONTINUANDO... A VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4Ph5g6NjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Fd5WN_ESP-M/s1600-h/aquarela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129054100670527026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4Ph5g6NjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Fd5WN_ESP-M/s400/aquarela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida nos dá preocupações. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Umas ligeira e fáceis,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outras mais complicadinhas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(e o diminutivo aqui é para dourar a pílula). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vamos resolvendo-as &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou deixando pra depois &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois nem tudo é simples, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou muito antes pelo contrário, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mais que tudo ou nada, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é bem difícil. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas é a vida que nos tocou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E neste ensaio a vamos desenhando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e colocando o texto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que remédio? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prosseguindo e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levando adiante... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simplificá-la é uma arte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que aprendemos derrapando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;borrando e apagando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e pintando novamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O resultado pode não ser um Picasso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um Dali, ou um Fernando Pessoa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas certamente será o nosso, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a nossa melhor maneira, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nossa arte final. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Clarice )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3077377402037686603?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3077377402037686603/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3077377402037686603' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3077377402037686603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3077377402037686603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/continuando-vida.html' title='CONTINUANDO... A VIDA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ry4Ph5g6NjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Fd5WN_ESP-M/s72-c/aquarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-5483771376799044652</id><published>2007-11-03T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.620-02:00</updated><title type='text'>É ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvdqJg6NcI/AAAAAAAAAes/TVB23jI-w_c/s1600-h/gota+quente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128436316869637570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvdqJg6NcI/AAAAAAAAAes/TVB23jI-w_c/s400/gota+quente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Latha;font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Latha;font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A vida algumas vezes parece uma gota de água gelada na chapa quente e vai...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-5483771376799044652?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/5483771376799044652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=5483771376799044652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5483771376799044652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/5483771376799044652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='É ...'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvdqJg6NcI/AAAAAAAAAes/TVB23jI-w_c/s72-c/gota+quente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4233382878225446707</id><published>2007-11-03T01:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:15.899-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A AUSÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzCWtCf-dSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-0zbL8EjKGU/s1600-h/ausÃªncia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129765676084262178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzCWtCf-dSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-0zbL8EjKGU/s400/aus%C3%AAncia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:BernhardMod BT;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Por muito tempo achei que a ausência é falta.&lt;br /&gt;E lastimava, ignorante, a falta.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje não a lastimo.&lt;br /&gt;Não há falta na ausência. A ausência é um estar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-a, branca, tão pegada, aconchegada nos meus braços,&lt;br /&gt;que rio e danço e invento exclamações alegres,&lt;br /&gt;porque a ausência, essa ausência assimilada,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém a rouba mais de mim.!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BernhardMod BT;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BernhardMod BT;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Carlos Drummond de Andrade )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/3925445168297531507-4233382878225446707?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4233382878225446707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4233382878225446707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4233382878225446707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4233382878225446707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/ausncia_03.html' title='A AUSÊNCIA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RzCWtCf-dSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-0zbL8EjKGU/s72-c/aus%C3%AAncia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6351163491742274800</id><published>2007-11-02T23:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.196-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPIRROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryv365g6NiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GX0R7sduadU/s1600-h/espirro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128465191934768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryv365g6NiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GX0R7sduadU/s400/espirro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Poucas sensações podem ser comparadas à beleza de um espirro. Assim como uma grande idéia, os espirros vêm naturalmente e não podem - nem devem - ser evitados. Telas de laptops, volantes de couro, amigos sorridentes, todos já conheceram alguma vez na vida o alcance de 160 km/h de um espirro in loco. Espirros e idéias não são tão distantes quanto se parece: ambos são atos reflexos em resposta direta a um estímulo e provocam arrepios. Por isso é tão difícil bloqueá-los. Você já reparou que não dá pra deixar de fechar os olhos quando a gente espirra? Desde que soube disso, tento mantê-los abertos para ver melhor as idéias! &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/3925445168297531507-6351163491742274800?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6351163491742274800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6351163491742274800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6351163491742274800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6351163491742274800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/espirros.html' title='ESPIRROS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryv365g6NiI/AAAAAAAAAfc/GX0R7sduadU/s72-c/espirro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6721775289677559033</id><published>2007-11-02T23:58:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.350-02:00</updated><title type='text'>,.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸--,.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvzuZg6NhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q8U58KEAm3s/s1600-h/morte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128460579139892754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvzuZg6NhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q8U58KEAm3s/s400/morte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Qualquer destino, por mais longo e complicado que seja, vale apenas por um único momento: aquele que o homem compreende de uma vez por todas quem é."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Extraído do blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infinitopositivo.blogger.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;www.infinitopositivo.blogger.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&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/3925445168297531507-6721775289677559033?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6721775289677559033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6721775289677559033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6721775289677559033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6721775289677559033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post_02.html' title=',.-~*&apos;¨¯¨&apos;*·~-.¸--,.-~*&apos;¨¯¨&apos;*·~-.¸'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvzuZg6NhI/AAAAAAAAAfU/q8U58KEAm3s/s72-c/morte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4024404131779583193</id><published>2007-11-02T23:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A RAIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryvvdpg6NgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KAzy-82BzhE/s1600-h/raiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128455893330572802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryvvdpg6NgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KAzy-82BzhE/s400/raiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;500 D.C. – Venha até aqui, e coma esta raiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.000 D.C. – Esta raiz é coisa de ateu, faça esta oração ao Deus que está no céu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.792 D.C. – O Deus não está no céu, quem reina é a razão. Venha até aqui, e beba esta poção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.917 D.C – Esta poção é para enganar o oprimido, sugiro que você tome este comprimido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.960 D.C. – Este comprimido é antigo e exótico. Chegou o momento de tomar antibiótico. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.998 D.C. – Antibiótico te deixa fraco e infeliz. Eis um novo tratamento: coma esta raiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( Paulo Coelho )&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/3925445168297531507-4024404131779583193?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4024404131779583193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4024404131779583193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4024404131779583193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4024404131779583193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/raiz.html' title='A RAIZ'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryvvdpg6NgI/AAAAAAAAAfM/KAzy-82BzhE/s72-c/raiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-1908685208332994026</id><published>2007-11-02T23:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.542-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTIN LUTHER KIMG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvsGpg6NfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/23ByCEX9VuQ/s1600-h/bebÃª+na+palma+da+mÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128452199658698226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvsGpg6NfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/23ByCEX9VuQ/s400/beb%C3%AA+na+palma+da+m%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Aprendemos a voar como os pássaros e nadar como os peixes, mas não aprendemos a conviver como irmãos." &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/3925445168297531507-1908685208332994026?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1908685208332994026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1908685208332994026' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1908685208332994026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1908685208332994026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/11/martin-luther-kimg.html' title='MARTIN LUTHER KIMG'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyvsGpg6NfI/AAAAAAAAAfE/23ByCEX9VuQ/s72-c/beb%C3%AA+na+palma+da+m%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3651759316123046233</id><published>2007-10-31T18:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.683-02:00</updated><title type='text'>POIS É.... POIS É.... POIS É.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT: 10pt arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/RyYkENO_tgI/AAAAAAAAEGk/J77uqUtBEp0/s1600-h/fe_pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126824880498521602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/RyYkENO_tgI/AAAAAAAAEGk/J77uqUtBEp0/s400/fe_pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3925445168297531507-3651759316123046233?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3651759316123046233/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3651759316123046233' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3651759316123046233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3651759316123046233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/pois-pois-pois.html' title='POIS É.... 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POIS É.....'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_817A_npK03w/RyYkENO_tgI/AAAAAAAAEGk/J77uqUtBEp0/s72-c/fe_pessoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3934812366998987269</id><published>2007-10-31T11:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:16.811-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRÊS COISAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyjLF5g6NXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MABuymvjPiY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127571477959947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyjLF5g6NXI/AAAAAAAAAeE/MABuymvjPiY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolvi aderir ao questionário abaixo e também fazer a minha lista:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote dir="ltr" style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #0000ff 2px solid; MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que me assustam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) ver vulto e sentir coisas (não sei pq tem que ser sempre à noite...) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) a violência crescente a cada dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) me sentir impotente diante da morte e vê-la levar as pessoas que amo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três pessoas que me fazem rir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) meu pai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) ver o meu sobrinho-neto fazendo cocô ( gente, a cara que ele faz é fantástica) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) as minhas sobrinhas "tentando" cantar cada uma no seu tom ( impossível!!!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu amo fazer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) tomar a minha cerveja na santa paz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) fumar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) olhar para o céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu odeio:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) gente mascarada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) gente manipuladora&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) gente mesquinha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas em cima do meu criado mudo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) meu cigarro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) meu celular &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) uma skoll gelada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que quero fazer antes de morrer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) ver todos os meus sobrinhos encaminhados na vida no lado do bem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) morar numa casa e cuidar dos meus bichos e plantas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) ter consciência da minha missão cumprida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu não entendo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) um monte de gente amassada em uma micareta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) ficar torrando debaixo de um sol de 41 gruas pelo simples prazer de "pegar um bronze" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) analfabetismo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu sei fazer bem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) mandar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) me impor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) administrar uma casar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três maneiras de descrever minha personalidade: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) sarcástica&lt;br /&gt;2) forte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) pau para toda a obra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu não consigo fazer: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) pernil assado &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) acordar de bom humor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3) levantar da cama antes de fumar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três bandas/cantores que eu acho que você deveria ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Maria Bethânia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Emílio Santiago &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Leila Pinheiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três bandas/cantores que eu acho que você nunca deveria ouvir: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) todos os cantores de rap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) todos os cantores de funk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) todos os cantores de rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu digo freqüentemente: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) é isso aí e ponto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) eu não sou empregada de ninguém &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) eu não me chamo Maria &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três das minhas comidas favoritas: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) ova de peixe frita &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) carne de porco com farofa de banana &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) batata frita com ovo frito &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que gostaria de aprender:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) ser mais tolerante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) ser menos estressada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) me impor menos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três coisas que eu bebo regularmente: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) cerveja &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) ajevrec &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) skoll &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Três programas de TV que eu via quando era pequena: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) A Feiticeira (vejo todos os dias na TVA)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Jeannie é um Gênio (idem acima)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) National Kid (só lembrança....)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=== APROVEITE, E FAÇA A SUA TAMBÉM ===&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3934812366998987269?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3934812366998987269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3934812366998987269' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-8775043919109758186</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.011-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:17.098-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RynB7Zg6NaI/AAAAAAAAAec/LoXKapJMMlc/s1600-h/vida1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127842876943381922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RynB7Zg6NaI/AAAAAAAAAec/LoXKapJMMlc/s400/vida1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;br /&gt;Já é sexta-feira...&lt;br /&gt;Já é natal...&lt;br /&gt;Já terminou o ano...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se vê, perdemos o amor da nossa vida...&lt;br /&gt;passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;br /&gt;Agora e tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;br /&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia,&lt;br /&gt;outra oportunidade, eu nem olharia o relógio...&lt;br /&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando,&lt;br /&gt;pelo caminho, a casca dourada e inútil das horas...&lt;br /&gt;Seguraria o amor que está muito à minha frente,&lt;br /&gt;e, diria que eu amo...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso eu digo: não deixe de fazer&lt;br /&gt;algo de que gosta por falta de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao&lt;br /&gt;seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A única falta que terá, será a desse&lt;br /&gt;tempo que infelizmente... nunca mais voltará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Mário Quintana )&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/3925445168297531507-8775043919109758186?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/8775043919109758186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=8775043919109758186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8775043919109758186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/8775043919109758186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/vida.html' title='A VIDA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A gente todos os dias arruma os cabelos:&lt;br /&gt;por que não o coração?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-1092527717889751792?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/1092527717889751792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=1092527717889751792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1092527717889751792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/1092527717889751792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/provrbio-chins.html' title='PROVÉRBIO CHINÊS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Rym_JZg6NYI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ho98GNjZvyk/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-6414302563321695998</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:17.405-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRÊS CONSELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryd3cpg6NNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/32bpDO4gYQU/s1600-h/paisagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127198034848527570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryd3cpg6NNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/32bpDO4gYQU/s400/paisagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"(...) Muitas vezes achamos que um atalho queima etapas e nos faz chegar mais rápido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que nem sempre é verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muitas vezes somos curiosos, queremos saber de coisas que nem ao menos nos dizem respeito e que nada de bom nos acrescentará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Outras vezes, agimos por impulso na hora da raiva, e fatalmente nos arrependemos depois."&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/3925445168297531507-6414302563321695998?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/6414302563321695998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=6414302563321695998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6414302563321695998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/6414302563321695998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/trs-conselhos.html' title='TRÊS CONSELHOS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/Ryd3cpg6NNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/32bpDO4gYQU/s72-c/paisagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7754723256612795964</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:17.591-02:00</updated><title type='text'>AS TRÊS PENEIRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydnPJg6NMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TFKR2Q-Jlic/s1600-h/trÃªs+peneiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127180210734249154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydnPJg6NMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TFKR2Q-Jlic/s400/tr%C3%AAs+peneiras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olavo foi transferido de projeto. Logo no primeiro dia, para fazer média com o chefe, saiu-se com esta:&lt;br /&gt;- Chefe, o senhor nem imagina o que me contaram a respeito do Silva. Disseram que ele...&lt;br /&gt;Nem chegou a terminar a frase, o chefe aparteou:&lt;br /&gt;- Espere um pouco, Olavo. O que vai me contar já passou pelo crivo das três peneiras?&lt;br /&gt;- Peneiras? Que peneiras, chefe?&lt;br /&gt;- A primeira, Olavo, é a da VERDADE. Você tem certeza de que esse fato é absolutamente verdadeiro?&lt;br /&gt;- Não. Não tenho não. Como posso saber? O que sei foi o que me contaram. - Então sua história já vazou a primeira peneira. Vamos então para a segunda peneira que é a da BONDADE. O que você vai me contar, gostaria que os outros também dissessem a seu respeito?&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que não! Nem pensar, Chefe.&lt;br /&gt;- Então, sua historia vazou a segunda peneira. Vamos ver a terceira peneira que é a UTILIDADE. Você acha mesmo necessário me contar esse fato ou mesmo passá-lo adiante?&lt;br /&gt;- Não chefe. Passando pelo crivo dessas peneiras, vi que não sobrou nada do que iria contar - fala Olavo, surpreendido.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois é Olavo. Já pensou como as pessoas seriam mais felizes se todos usassem essas peneiras? - diz o chefe sorrindo e continua: - Da próxima vez em que surgir um boato por ai, submeta-o ao crivo dessas três peneiras: VERDADE, BONDADE, UTILIDADE, antes de obedecer ao impulso de passá-lo adiante, porque: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PESSOAS INTELIGENTES FALAM SOBRE IDÉIAS; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PESSOAS COMUNS FALAM SOBRE COISAS; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PESSOAS MEDIOCRES FALAM SOBRE PESSOAS.&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/3925445168297531507-7754723256612795964?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7754723256612795964/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7754723256612795964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7754723256612795964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7754723256612795964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-trs-peneiras.html' title='AS TRÊS PENEIRAS'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydnPJg6NMI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TFKR2Q-Jlic/s72-c/tr%C3%AAs+peneiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-960384927614876281</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:17.751-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O PREÇO DE UMA SEMENTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydhlJg6NLI/AAAAAAAAAck/5yClUw3tHR0/s1600-h/gravidez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127173991621604530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydhlJg6NLI/AAAAAAAAAck/5yClUw3tHR0/s400/gravidez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um marido não queria mais viver com a mulher e resolveu se divorciar. Mas o casal tinha um filho recém-nascido, e tanto o pai quanto a mãe queriam ficar com o bebê. Foram consultar o juiz e a mulher argumentou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Carreguei a criança no ventre nove meses. Amamentei-o em meu seio, cantei para ele dormir no meu colo embalei-o todas as noites. Consolei-o quando chorava, cuidei dele quando adoecia. Estou com ele dia e noite e o amo mais que a vida. Deixe-me ficar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;Então foi a vez do homem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Dei a semente que fez a criança. Portanto, o filho é meu e devo ficar com ele.&lt;br /&gt;O juiz olhou para o homem e falou:&lt;br /&gt;- Então você deu a semente?&lt;br /&gt;- Isso mesmo! - respondeu ele com orgulho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Só precisou de uma semente.&lt;br /&gt;-Entendo - disse o juiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Então o pai dá a semente, a mãe carrega e alimenta a criança. Sendo assim, acho que posso dar uma decisão ao caso. Mas primeiro precisamos pesar umas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Mandou trazer uma balança e pesou a criança.&lt;br /&gt;- O menino pesa quatro quilos e meio - disse o juiz ao pai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Se contribuiu com apenas uma semente, pode-se concluir que a mãe deu quatro quilos e meio menos o peso de uma semente. Se quer ficar com a criança, tem que pagar a sua mulher o valor de quatro quilos e meio de comida.&lt;br /&gt;O homem olhou para o juiz como se estivesse na presença de um louco varrido.&lt;br /&gt;- Espere, não acabei - continuou o juiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Vamos consultar um carregador de bagagem.&lt;br /&gt;Mandou chamar um carregador e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;- Quanto cobra para levar uma carga?&lt;br /&gt;- Uma moeda por dia por cada quilo de peso - respondeu ele.&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem - disse o juiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Vamos calcular que essa mulher tenha carregado meio quilo no primeiro mês de gravidez, terminando com quatro quilos e meio no nono mês. Portanto, calculando uma moeda por quilo a cada dia durante nove meses, ela tem direito a mil e quatrocentas moedas. O marido deve pagar a ela mil e quatrocentas moedas por levar a carga para ele.&lt;br /&gt;O homem esbugalhou os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;- Mais uma coisa - disse ainda o juiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Se custou tudo isso para trazer a criança ao mundo, pense quanto vai custar para criá-la.&lt;br /&gt;O homem ficou em silêncio, começando a entender.&lt;br /&gt;- Agora entendo, senhor juiz - disse por fim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Preciso é dividir a carga com minha mulher para equilibrar a balança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Do livro: O Livro das Virtudes II - O compasso moral William J. Bennett - Ed. Nova Fronteira&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/3925445168297531507-960384927614876281?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/960384927614876281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=960384927614876281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/960384927614876281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/960384927614876281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-preo-de-uma-semente.html' title='O PREÇO DE UMA SEMENTE'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydhlJg6NLI/AAAAAAAAAck/5yClUw3tHR0/s72-c/gravidez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-7729822763390134651</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:17.941-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A PEDRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydY15g6NKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ci4mNjrbxq4/s1600-h/pedra1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127164383779763362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydY15g6NKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ci4mNjrbxq4/s400/pedra1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O distraído nela tropeçou;&lt;br /&gt;O bruto a usou como um projétil;&lt;br /&gt;O empreendedor, usando-a, construiu;&lt;br /&gt;O camponês, cansado da lida, dela fez assento;&lt;br /&gt;Para as crianças foi brinquedo;&lt;br /&gt;Drummond a poetizou;&lt;br /&gt;Com ela Davi matou Golias;&lt;br /&gt;O artista fez dela a mais bela escultura...&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os casos, a diferença não era a pedra, mas sim o homem. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido)&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/3925445168297531507-7729822763390134651?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/7729822763390134651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=7729822763390134651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7729822763390134651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/7729822763390134651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/pedra.html' title='A PEDRA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydY15g6NKI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Ci4mNjrbxq4/s72-c/pedra1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4512875559688542343</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:18.093-02:00</updated><title type='text'>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydV55g6NJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7N-sRqBFNoU/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127161153964356754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydV55g6NJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7N-sRqBFNoU/s400/mar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Os atos de bondade, de amor e abnegação devem ser gravados na rocha para que todos aqueles que tiverem oportunidade de tomar conhecimento deles, procurem imitá-los. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao contrário, porém, quando recebemos uma ofensa, devemos escrevê-la na areia, próximo às águas para que desapareça, levada pela maré, a fim de que ninguém tome conhecimento dela e, acima de tudo, para que qualquer mágoa desapareça prontamente de nosso coração..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4512875559688542343?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4512875559688542343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4512875559688542343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4512875559688542343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4512875559688542343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/reflexo.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydV55g6NJI/AAAAAAAAAcU/7N-sRqBFNoU/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-790907755478708107</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:18.237-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A COBRA E O VAGALUME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydQVZg6NII/AAAAAAAAAcM/vzoLzgrconw/s1600-h/vagalume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127155029340992642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydQVZg6NII/AAAAAAAAAcM/vzoLzgrconw/s400/vagalume.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Era uma vez uma cobra que começou a perseguir um vagalume que só vivia para brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele fugia rápido com medo da feroz predadora e a cobra nem pensava em desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fugiu um dia e ela não desistia, dois dias e nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No terceiro dia, já sem forças o vagalume parou e disse à cobra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Posso fazer três perguntas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não costumo abrir esse precedente para ninguém mas já que vou te comer mesmo, pode perguntar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Pertenço a sua cadeia alimentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Te fiz alguma coisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Então por que você quer me comer ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- PORQUE NÃO SUPORTO VER VOCÊ BRILHAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Pense nisso e selecione as pessoas em quem confiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3925445168297531507-790907755478708107?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/790907755478708107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=790907755478708107' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/790907755478708107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/790907755478708107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/cobra-e-o-vagalume.html' title='A COBRA E O VAGALUME'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RydQVZg6NII/AAAAAAAAAcM/vzoLzgrconw/s72-c/vagalume.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4158835756902211984</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:18.588-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A COR DO MUNDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyclkJg6NGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hRmKTKprGA4/s1600-h/escolhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127108003744068706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyclkJg6NGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hRmKTKprGA4/s400/escolhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;"(...) Todos vemos no mundo e nas pessoas algo do que somos, do que pensamos, de nossa maneira de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se somos nervosos, agressivos ou pessimistas, veremos tudo pela ótica de nossas tendências, imaginando conviver com gente assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Em outras palavras, o mundo tem a cor que lhe damos através das nossas lentes." &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/3925445168297531507-4158835756902211984?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4158835756902211984/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4158835756902211984' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4158835756902211984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4158835756902211984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/cor-do-mundo.html' title='A COR DO MUNDO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyclkJg6NGI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hRmKTKprGA4/s72-c/escolhas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-304354608768908673</id><published>2007-10-30T08:57:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:18.762-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER EM SI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RycSkZg6NFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TFFSuAACymc/s1600-h/luz+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127087117318108242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RycSkZg6NFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TFFSuAACymc/s400/luz+interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É uma forma muito diferente de olhar a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É uma possibilidade objetiva de viver melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É um método de ensino que fornece ferramentas para se perceber o conteúdo da própria mente e transformá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É descobrir o que inibe, o que encoraja, o que constrange, o que alegra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É vencer o que limita e expandir todas as fronteiras, criando uma nova forma de estar no mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É ser coerente com o que se é, libertando-se da submissão aos padrões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É educar-se para fazer da vida um espaço de realizações e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;( Ana Paula Buarque de Gusmão )&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/3925445168297531507-304354608768908673?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/304354608768908673/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=304354608768908673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/304354608768908673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/304354608768908673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/viver-em-si.html' title='VIVER EM SI'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RycSkZg6NFI/AAAAAAAAAb0/TFFSuAACymc/s72-c/luz+interior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-3462306068460786386</id><published>2007-10-29T11:31:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:18.915-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESARRUMADO OU PERFEITO ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZp2pg6NEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/aUMC_WkfkRc/s1600-h/sabedoria4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126901613385626690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZp2pg6NEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/aUMC_WkfkRc/s400/sabedoria4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A filha pergunta ao pai: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Papai, por que as coisas se tornam desarrumadas com tanta facilidade ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O que está querendo dizer com "desarrumadas", querida ? - perguntou ele. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Sabe como é, papai. Quando as coisas não são perfeitas. Olhe para a minha escrivaninha agora. Está cheia de coisas. Desarrumada. E ontem à noite me esforcei ao máximo para deixar tudo perfeito. Mas as coisas não permanecem perfeitas. Tornam-se desarrumadas com a maior facilidade ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bateson pediu à filha : - Mostre-me como é quando as coisas ficam perfeitas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ela arrumou cada coisa nas posições determinadas, e depois disse: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Aí está, papai, agora ficou perfeito. Mas não continuará assim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se eu deslocar esta caixa de tinta para cá, por cerca de um palmo ? O que acontece ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ora, papai, agora ficou desarrumado. Além do mais, teria de estar reta, e não torta, como você deixou. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- E se eu mudasse este lápis para cá ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Está desarrumado outra vez . &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- E se deixasse este livro aberto ? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Também fica desarrumado ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bateson declarou então para a filha : &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Querida, não é que as coisas fiquem desarrumadas com mais facilidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acontece apenas que você tem mais meios para desarrumar as coisas, e só tem um meio para deixar tudo perfeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-3462306068460786386?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/3462306068460786386/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=3462306068460786386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3462306068460786386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/3462306068460786386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/desarrumado-ou-perfeito.html' title='DESARRUMADO OU PERFEITO ?'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZp2pg6NEI/AAAAAAAAAbs/aUMC_WkfkRc/s72-c/sabedoria4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4735251497393360042</id><published>2007-10-29T11:31:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:19.040-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARÁBOLA DA ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZjnJg6NDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tRd4_YnagUA/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126894750027887666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZjnJg6NDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tRd4_YnagUA/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Um certo homem plantou uma rosa e passou a regá-la constantemente e, antes que ela desabrochasse, ele a examinou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ele viu o botão que em breve desabrocharia, mas notou espinhos sobre o talo e pensou: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Como pode uma bela flor vir de uma planta rodeada de espinhos tão afiados?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Entristecido por este pensamento, ele se recusou a regar a rosa, e, antes que estivesse pronta para desabrochar, ela morreu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assim é com muitas pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dentro de cada alma há uma rosa: as qualidades dadas por Deus e plantadas em nós crescendo em meio aos espinhos de nossas faltas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitos de nós olhamos para nós mesmos e vemos apenas os espinhos, os defeitos. Desesperamo-nos, achando que nada de bom pode vir de nosso interior. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recusamo-nos a regar o bem dentro de nós e, conseqüentemente, isso morre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca percebemos o nosso potencial. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Algumas pessoas não vêem a rosa dentro de si mesmas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguém mais deve mostrá-la a elas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dos maiores dons que uma pessoa pode possuir ou compartilhar é ser capaz de passar pelos espinhos e encontrar a rosa dentro de outras pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a característica do amor: olhar uma pessoa e conhecer suas verdadeiras faltas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aceitar aquela pessoa em sua vida, enquanto reconhece a beleza em sua alma e ajudá-la a perceber que ela pode superar suas aparentes imperfeições. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se nós mostrarmos a essas pessoas a rosa, elas superarão seus próprios espinhos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só assim elas poderão desabrochar muitas e muitas vezes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4735251497393360042?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4735251497393360042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4735251497393360042' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4735251497393360042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4735251497393360042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/parbola-da-rosa.html' title='PARÁBOLA DA ROSA'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZjnJg6NDI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tRd4_YnagUA/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925445168297531507.post-4171089200256147273</id><published>2007-10-29T11:31:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:25:19.208-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ÁGUIA - SÍMBOLO DA RENOVAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZgRZg6NCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/a3uQ4Hdlc_g/s1600-h/aguia.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126891077830849570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZgRZg6NCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/a3uQ4Hdlc_g/s400/aguia.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A águia é a ave que possui a maior longevidade da espécie. Chega a viver 70 anos. Mas para chegar a essa idade, aos 40 anos ela tem que tomar uma séria e difícil decisão. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos 40 anos ela está com:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As unhas compridas e flexíveis, não consegue mais agarrar as suas presas das quais se alimenta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O bico alongado e pontiagudo se curva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apontando contra o peito estão as asas, envelhecidas e pesadas em função da grossura das penas, e voar já é tão difícil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, a águia só tem duas alternativas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morrer...... ou enfrentar um dolorido processo de renovação que irá durar 150 dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esse processo consiste em voar para o alto de uma montanha e se recolher em um ninho próximo a um paredão onde ela não necessite voar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então, após encontrar esse lugar, a águia começa a bater com o bico em uma parede até conseguir arrancá-lo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após arrancá-lo, espera nascer um novo bico, com o qual vai depois arrancar suas unhas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando as novas unhas começam a nascer, ela passa a arrancar as velhas penas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E só após cinco meses sai para o famoso vôo de renovação e para viver então mais 30 anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em nossa vida, muitas vezes, temos de nos resguardar por algum tempo e começar um processo de renovação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para que continuemos a voar um vôo de vitória, devemos nos desprender de lembranças, costumes e outras tradições que nos causaram dor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somente livres do peso do passado, poderemos aproveitar o resultado valioso que uma renovação sempre traz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3925445168297531507-4171089200256147273?l=aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/feeds/4171089200256147273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3925445168297531507&amp;postID=4171089200256147273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4171089200256147273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3925445168297531507/posts/default/4171089200256147273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aluaesuasfases.blogspot.com/2007/10/guia-smbolo-da-renovao.html' title='ÁGUIA - SÍMBOLO DA RENOVAÇÃO'/><author><name>Selma Souza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11821739771840640075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img2.orkut.com/images/medium/1184627915/42784319.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mlagNILaT-I/RyZgRZg6NCI/AAAAAAAAAbc/a3uQ4Hdlc_g/s72-c/aguia.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
