<?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-6870746316668763250</id><updated>2012-02-10T13:06:10.173-08:00</updated><category term='por você'/><category term='escrever'/><category term='inocência'/><category term='filhos'/><category term='passado'/><category term='decepção'/><category term='dor'/><category term='passarinho'/><category term='Velhice'/><category term='padrinho'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='Pai'/><category term='idade'/><category term='meu amor'/><category term='música'/><category term='amor'/><category term='idoso'/><category term='voar'/><category term='vazio'/><category term='hipocrisia'/><category term='tio'/><category term='família'/><category term='Desilusão'/><category term='caminho'/><category term='Senhor'/><category term='passos'/><category term='máscaras'/><category term='caráter'/><category term='esperteza'/><category term='tarde'/><category term='melodia'/><category term='valores'/><category term='Cansada'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='Antes'/><title type='text'>Poemas, Poesias e Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2999921445864275289</id><published>2012-01-30T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:27:51.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Borboleta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xW9fVzfeQlA/TydDjU5xpCI/AAAAAAAANhA/ItIdD5U6Fys/s1600/mulher+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xW9fVzfeQlA/TydDjU5xpCI/AAAAAAAANhA/ItIdD5U6Fys/s1600/mulher+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada pessoa é um indivíduo diferente e único, e como tal, tem experiências de vida e&amp;nbsp;histórias que não são iguais...Cada um tem sua percepção pessoal de realidade e da&amp;nbsp;verdade... Cada um carrega suas dores, suas amarguras, decepções, frustrações, sonhos não&amp;nbsp;realizados, projetos inacabados, amores não correspondidos ou mal resolvidos...Durante o nosso caminho encontramos flores e espinhos, pessoas boas e más, cabe unicamente&amp;nbsp;a nós, aprender com o que a vida nos traz, estou dizendo que devemos APRENDER com o que&amp;nbsp;passamos, devemos crescer com o que nos fizeram, devemos seguir, continuar, vamos&amp;nbsp;aprendendo, tropeçando, caindo e levantando...Mas evitando revidar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas ruins se encarregam de se destruir, mentira, maldade e falsidade tem tempo&amp;nbsp;limitado de validade e reinado... Cedo ou tarde as intenções aparecem... Quem faz o mal&amp;nbsp;hoje, pode esperar, pode até tardar, mas não vai falhar...É a lei do retorno, volta tudo&amp;nbsp;dobrado... E não é que esteja te desejando mal...Apenas alertando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se alguém te fez mal, defenda-se como puder, mas não desça ao ponto de se tornar igual. E&amp;nbsp;se o mal enraizou, é porque encontrou condições favoráveis para tal...&amp;nbsp;A alegria de pessoas assim é perceber que plantaram uma semente venenosa no nosso coração,&amp;nbsp;e que depois delas, nunca mais seremos as mesmas... Certamente não, terei uma cicatriz a&amp;nbsp;mais...Não por ter lutado até cansar, sem vencer...Não por não ter tentado não me abalar e&amp;nbsp;nem sofrer...E sim porque fui atingida, mas não destruída...Me feri, mas me curei, não me&amp;nbsp;curvei e não mudei...não há maldade que altere uma boa índole e um bom caráter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois eu sou como a lagarta, sofro com as mudanças, mas vale a pena, porque depois me torno&amp;nbsp;ainda melhor...Me transformo em uma bela e colorida borboleta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2999921445864275289?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2999921445864275289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2999921445864275289' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2999921445864275289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2999921445864275289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2012/01/borboleta.html' title='Borboleta...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xW9fVzfeQlA/TydDjU5xpCI/AAAAAAAANhA/ItIdD5U6Fys/s72-c/mulher+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1975677286325375471</id><published>2011-12-31T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:42:46.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFOh0bX_P0/Tv-d1EAUTDI/AAAAAAAANgg/71FVeFP6zd8/s1600/fogos_de_artificio-11119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFOh0bX_P0/Tv-d1EAUTDI/AAAAAAAANgg/71FVeFP6zd8/s320/fogos_de_artificio-11119.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;‎"Fim de ano é sempre igual, comemos mais do que o normal, acreditamos que no final, o bem vence o mal, queremos zerar nossas diferenças e renovar as crenças, ficamos mais suscetíveis ao perdão, a gratidão, a oração... Também é tempo de doar, amar, acreditar, renovar, sonhar e planejar... Clima bom esse de fim de ano, deveríamos manter esse espírito durante todo o ano, e assim quem sabe, ter mais discernimento, mais bons momentos, amar mais com ou sem fundamento, ser mais solidário com o próximo, mesmo que ele não seja tão próximo assim, cultivar bons sentimentos, diminuir os lamentos, aumentar o perdão e esquecer qualquer tipo de solidão, evitar a ilusão, não cair em tentação, aprender a abrir mais o coração, sem esquecer de ouvir a sua intuição... Leve com você durante o ano novo o espírito do fim de ano e verá que as coisas vão se encaminhar, se organizar, a seu favor tudo vai conspirar e enfim tudo vai se acertar, vamos tentar??..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-1975677286325375471?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1975677286325375471/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1975677286325375471' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1975677286325375471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1975677286325375471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO!'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHFOh0bX_P0/Tv-d1EAUTDI/AAAAAAAANgg/71FVeFP6zd8/s72-c/fogos_de_artificio-11119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-5092980741849618143</id><published>2011-11-21T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:00:21.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O1IZKuQtPo/TssIGI8-2AI/AAAAAAAANgE/lYMblio0w2E/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O1IZKuQtPo/TssIGI8-2AI/AAAAAAAANgE/lYMblio0w2E/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DIZEM QUE O SOFRIMENTO&lt;br /&gt;ENOBRECE A ALMA,&lt;br /&gt;MAS, QUEM QUER SER NOBRE?&lt;br /&gt;EU PREFIRO SER PLEBEU&lt;br /&gt;EMBRIAGADO DE AMOR, ENCOLHIDO EM SEUS BRAÇOS&lt;br /&gt;PARA VIVER AO LADO TEU&lt;br /&gt;EU PEFIRO SER SIMPLES MORTAL&lt;br /&gt;QUE SER UM PODEROSO DEUS&lt;br /&gt;POR UM MOMENTO DE FELICIDADE&lt;br /&gt;ESQUEÇO TODO ORGULHO E VAIDADE&lt;br /&gt;PARA TER VOCÊ AO MEU LADO&lt;br /&gt;POR TEMPO INDETERMINADO E ILIMITADO...&lt;br /&gt;SE É PRECISO SOFRER PRA SER POETA&lt;br /&gt;PREFIRO&amp;nbsp;JAMAIS FAZER UMA RIMA&lt;br /&gt;DO QUE TER ESSA SINA&lt;br /&gt;É PRECISO SENTIR FALTA E PERDER PRA DAR VALOR?&lt;br /&gt;EU PREFIRO NUNCA SENTIR ESSA DOR...&lt;br /&gt;POR QUE INVENTAMOS ENSINAMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;FRASES, PENSAMENTOS&lt;br /&gt;ONDE SÓ É FELIZ QUEM FOI TRISTE&lt;br /&gt;ISSO NÃO EXISTE...&lt;br /&gt;QUERO SER FELIZ HOJE&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ONTEM, NEM AMANHÃ E NEM DEPOIS&lt;br /&gt;EU QUERO AGORA&lt;br /&gt;ESSA É A HORA...&lt;br /&gt;PRA QUE SERVE A VIDA ENTÃO?&lt;br /&gt;SE NÃO FOR PRA ALIMENTAR DE AMOR O CORAÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;SE NÃO FOR PRA SER COMO &amp;nbsp;SEMPRE SE QUIS&lt;br /&gt;SE NÃO FOR PRA SER BEM VIVIDA&lt;br /&gt;SE NÃO FOR PRA SER FELIZ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5092980741849618143?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5092980741849618143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5092980741849618143' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5092980741849618143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5092980741849618143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/11/dizem-que-o-sofrimento-enobrece-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_O1IZKuQtPo/TssIGI8-2AI/AAAAAAAANgE/lYMblio0w2E/s72-c/images+%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3157796454433486644</id><published>2011-10-31T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T18:37:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Janela da memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3svgmalruQc/Tq8ukemQZiI/AAAAAAAANf0/QFm7YFDbFeA/s1600/lembrancas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3svgmalruQc/Tq8ukemQZiI/AAAAAAAANf0/QFm7YFDbFeA/s320/lembrancas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;‎&lt;br /&gt;O que seriam as lembranças se não um papel de parede grudado no painel da nossa memória, cheio de assinaturas de pessoas que marcaram nossa história, repleto de informações e detalhes do que fomos e do que gostaríamos de ter sido...Lembranças de lugares, pessoas, sabores, cheiros e amores que nem sempre queremos ou temos prazer em relembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Memória... Janela para o passado, por vezes nos mostra belas paisagens...Floridas, iluminadas, lembranças boas, risadas gostosas, lembranças deliciosas e refrescantes como um sorvete num dia de verão, só em visitá-las nos renovam a alma e nos arrancam um sorriso dos lábios, onde estivermos...&lt;br /&gt;Em outras, vemos paisagens áridas, secas, sem vegetação, sem cor, noite sem estrelas, lembranças tristes e amarguradas, desamor, retrato da decepção...Marcas que não fecham, cicatrizes que não desaparecem...&lt;br /&gt;Iindependente da paisagem, a janela nos pertence, as lembranças fazem parte de nós, nos ajudou a crescer, nos ensinou a viver... Nos fez sorrir e nos fez chorar... Ajudou a construir quem somos... Precisamos tirar das lições, um aprendizado e delas algum proveito, pois nunca conseguiremos de fato apagá-las...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3157796454433486644?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3157796454433486644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3157796454433486644' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3157796454433486644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3157796454433486644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/10/janela-da-memoria.html' title='Janela da memória'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3svgmalruQc/Tq8ukemQZiI/AAAAAAAANf0/QFm7YFDbFeA/s72-c/lembrancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1309844308999168359</id><published>2011-10-21T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:07:25.167-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperteza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipocrisia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caráter'/><title type='text'>Me recuso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY5Hr0iBG9U/TqH52xOaCGI/AAAAAAAANfY/Jx6qbYxxcEY/s1600/SAUDADES-DE-VOCE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY5Hr0iBG9U/TqH52xOaCGI/AAAAAAAANfY/Jx6qbYxxcEY/s320/SAUDADES-DE-VOCE.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe, quanto mais eu penso menos chego a conclusão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que tantas pessoas se incomodam tanto com a vida alheia em vez de cuidar da própria vida, que já dá um trabalho enorme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que as pessoas se incomodam tanto em receber se quase NUNCA estão dispostas a dar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que julgamos tanto o próximo, quando se pararrmos pra pensar, encontraremos tantos erros e falhas quanto as que apontamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que a cada ano que passa as pessoas vão ficando mais secas, mais egoístas, mais fechadas, menos propícias ao amor, a amizade, ao companheirismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que cada vez mais as coisas menos importantes tem mais valor e cada vez mais o que realmente importa vale menos, parece uma lembrança no tempo, vai se perdendo, como alguns valores, ter palavra, honra, ética, dignidade, solidariedade, caráter, bom senso, tantas atitudes decentes se perderam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que ainda tem valor quem banca o esperto, quem procura mais vantagem, quem puxa o tapete do companheiro, quem puxa o saco, quem atropela os outros para subir, quem faz qualquer negócio para chegar onde quer, quem não respeita e não tem educação pelos outros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que vale mais quem tem mais bens materiais do que morais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por que vale mais a aparência do que a essência?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atualmente artifícios, artimanhas e jogos de interesses dominam e prevalecem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Até a fé foi banalizada, algumas pessoas usam a religião e Deus para tirar vantagem de alguém, de alguma coisa e esconder quem realmente ela é...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas fazer o bem, ajudar o próximo, ser generoso, companheiro, fazer caridade, que são excelentes manifestações de amor e fé, ficando cada vez mais raro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me recuso a ser igual, a ser mais um, mesmo que seja obrigatório para ser aceito... Fico fora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas...Elas próprias estão se perdendo delas mesmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seguimos procurando fora de nós o que só encontraremos em nós mesmos quando nos acharmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando reencontrarmos princípios, valores e moral, em algum lugar do passado....&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/6870746316668763250-1309844308999168359?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1309844308999168359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1309844308999168359' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1309844308999168359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1309844308999168359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/10/me-recuso.html' title='Me recuso!'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SY5Hr0iBG9U/TqH52xOaCGI/AAAAAAAANfY/Jx6qbYxxcEY/s72-c/SAUDADES-DE-VOCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1696802730512187586</id><published>2011-10-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T18:44:39.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensatez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i50ntbJ-EdM/To-mYSLNu5I/AAAAAAAANfM/qRY1bPNEN4s/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i50ntbJ-EdM/To-mYSLNu5I/AAAAAAAANfM/qRY1bPNEN4s/s320/amor.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Distraindo o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Parando o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esperando você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que devo fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;eu estou tão mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não posso te perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não consigo esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor, estou implorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não vê que estou tentando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixa de tanta insensatez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Volta pra mim de uma vez&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tantas coisas pra dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem você não sei viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto um enorme vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem você só tenho frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada mais me alegra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;só você me completa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;volta e faz em mim uma festa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;faz o sol entrar pela pequena fresta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que nesse pobre coração ainda resta.&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/6870746316668763250-1696802730512187586?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1696802730512187586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1696802730512187586' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1696802730512187586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1696802730512187586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/10/insensatez.html' title='Insensatez'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i50ntbJ-EdM/To-mYSLNu5I/AAAAAAAANfM/qRY1bPNEN4s/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-707101510309239990</id><published>2011-09-22T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:59:19.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melodia'/><title type='text'>Letra e música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YI_-qvc9_s/Tnv1bCZBnlI/AAAAAAAANe4/dlhuogk2eoU/s1600/music.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YI_-qvc9_s/Tnv1bCZBnlI/AAAAAAAANe4/dlhuogk2eoU/s320/music.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha vida poderia ser musicada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;em cada período melodias ditariam o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada estrofe revelaria meus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;minha vida poderia ser contada em versos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e em um cordel encantado impresso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;letras suaves, tristes, alegres,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;canções de dor e de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;daquelas que só a emoção faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Poderia minha alma ser tocada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quem sabe cantada e gravada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para que nos momentos de recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;este CD pudesse novamente tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e nele eu reconheceria cada pedacinho vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cada sentimento envolvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;sentiria eu mesma em cada partitura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mesmo nos momentos onde a vida foi dura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escutando a história da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;que ainda está sendo escrita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;vejo acertos e erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;coragens e medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;entre tantos enredos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cantei e sorri mais do que sofri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;aprendi a ler o que escrevi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lendo, relembro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;relembrar é também repensar o que vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim quem sabe na próxima oportunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;errarei mais no sonho e acertarei mais na realidade.&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/6870746316668763250-707101510309239990?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/707101510309239990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=707101510309239990' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/707101510309239990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/707101510309239990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/09/letra-e-musica.html' title='Letra e música...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YI_-qvc9_s/Tnv1bCZBnlI/AAAAAAAANe4/dlhuogk2eoU/s72-c/music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4252845993867008014</id><published>2011-09-13T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:23:10.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarde'/><title type='text'>Antes que seja tarde...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_460436730"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_460436731"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKuVqDogVIw/Tm90pm5blxI/AAAAAAAANeQ/ADumWneqhOk/s1600/Love45454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKuVqDogVIw/Tm90pm5blxI/AAAAAAAANeQ/ADumWneqhOk/s320/Love45454.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que tudo acabe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e o mundo mude de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que o sol se apague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E a lua perca o rubor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que o desejo vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;num campo sem cheiro de flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que meu peito rasgue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;num precipício profundo de dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que a chuva passe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e você não me abrace prometendo calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que tudo vaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;por um ralo escorrendo rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que o fogo apague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;e a brasa perca o valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes que pra nós seja tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;pra viver e morrer de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4252845993867008014?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4252845993867008014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4252845993867008014' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4252845993867008014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4252845993867008014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/09/antes-que-seja-tarde.html' title='Antes que seja tarde...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wKuVqDogVIw/Tm90pm5blxI/AAAAAAAANeQ/ADumWneqhOk/s72-c/Love45454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4950054747024404689</id><published>2011-09-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:50:53.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Durante muito tempo em minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9ExE-vaPHs/TmLickod5EI/AAAAAAAANd8/53LQxZLHvdI/s1600/menino-nas-m%25C3%25A3os-de-deus+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9ExE-vaPHs/TmLickod5EI/AAAAAAAANd8/53LQxZLHvdI/s320/menino-nas-m%25C3%25A3os-de-deus+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em minha vida não pude fechar ciclos, não soube fechar a porta, durante muito tempo cultivei o passado sem conseguir me desvencilhar. Durante muito tempo em minha vida me recusei a viver o presente e planejar o futuro, como se isso fosse fazer tudo que vivi no passado desaparecer...Tantas coisas e pessoas importantes...Eu não estava pronta para virar as costas pra tudo, tantas coisas e pessoas importantes eu não poderia renegar, nem esquecer, mesmo que isso me fizesse sofrer, mesmo que me fizesse chorar, mesmo que me deixasse infeliz, revoltada e triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em miinha vida, vivi arrastando correntes que nem estavam mais em mim, me vi cultivando sentimentos que nem existiam mais..E a saudade ao lembrar as pessoas que eu ainda amo e não estavam mais comigo parecia doer menos se eu sofresse mais...Vivi com o peso do mundo em minhas costas, com o peso de escolhas erradas que nem sei se fiz...E me pegava a todo instante me perguntando, e se...E se fosse diferente, e se não fosse daquele jeito, e se ainda estivessem aqui, e se eu tivesse ido por outro caminho???...E se...????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;São tantas conjecturas, suposições, tantas dúvidas e tantos questionamentos, que eu passava mais tempo pensando que vivendo... Mais tempo me arrependendo que aprendendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em minha vida eu deixei de ser quem sou, eu tentei ser diferente, eu tentei mudar...Em vão. ainda bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em minha vida eu sofri sem conseguir entender tudo que tinha me acontecido, por onde a vida estava me levando, sem perceber que nem todas as escolhas foram minhas...Mas nada adiantava, eu não me conformava, acabava por me culpar ainda mais por essa ou aquela atitude errada, fazer o que...sou humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em minha vida eu vivi com um sorriso nos lábios sem estar feliz, eu vivi alegrando as pessoas para me animar, mas eu sabia que nada estava bem, eu não estava conseguindo superar...Eu não gostava nem conseguia ficar só, não estava confortável comigo mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Durante muito tempo em minha vida, me senti perdida, sem rumo... E por mais que eu não entendesse o caminho, e por mais que eu não aceitasse o trajeto, por mais que eu discordasse do que via, ainda assim, negando, discordando e brigando, Deus sempre esteve comigo, mesmo quando achei que estava sozinha, mesmo quando achei tudo injusto, mesmo quando estava inconformada e sem forças, Deus sempre esteve comigo...Mesmo quando não quis sentir e preferi brigar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje posso ver que tornei as coisas tão mais difíceis pra mim mesma, querendo que tudo fosse como eu queria, como havia sonhado...Ainda sinto muito a falta das pessoas que amo e que se foram, mas sei que estão de alguma forma cuidando de mim, comigo. As que eu amo e ainda estão aqui, faço tudo para que saibam quanto as amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me culpo mais por não ter feito outras escolhas, talvez eu tenha feito todas as escolhas certas para aquele momento, o passado não me amedronta mais e não vivo mais presa lá, músicas e lembranças não me fazem mais chorar...E mesmo tendo talvez tomado caminhos tortos, eles me levaram ao lugar certo, a pessoa certa, você meu amor, meu marido, meu companheiro, meu querido, sou feliz hoje, espero continuar sendo amanhã. E Deus continua me ensinando, escrevendo certo por linhas ou caminhos tortos...E hoje me sinto grata...Obrigada Senhor pela linda família que eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4950054747024404689?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4950054747024404689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4950054747024404689' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4950054747024404689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4950054747024404689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/09/durante-muito-tempo-em-minha-vida.html' title='Durante muito tempo em minha vida...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u9ExE-vaPHs/TmLickod5EI/AAAAAAAANd8/53LQxZLHvdI/s72-c/menino-nas-m%25C3%25A3os-de-deus+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8636150570848789597</id><published>2011-08-31T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T19:30:16.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou mutante, não sou estática, eu sou de fala mansa, de voz dura, de mãos de fada ou pesadas...Sou palavra, sou silêncio, sou solidão e companhia. Sou mudança e contradição. Sou de praia e de campo, de verão e de inverno...Sou intuição, sou coração, emoção, sou boa, não sou boba. Sou de decisão e atitude, sou dúvida e espera...Sou discordância, mas não implicância...Não sou difícil e nem fácil...Posso ser acompanhada, mas nunca vigiada. Adoro dar risada. Vivo melhor apaixonada...Meus pensamentos são muito rápidos para serem acompanhados, eu comtemplo o mundo que há em mim enquanto estou comigo mesma...Tenho pressa, mas não corro...Tudo tem seu tempo...Só prende a minha atenção o que me interessa. Aprendo o que pode ser usado, a vida ensina e aprendi que sempre há o que aprender...Posso estar com você e dar a volta ao mundo num segundo, posso ter grandes idéias e planejar minha agenda durante papos enfadonhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou tantas em uma que em meio a tanta pluralidade nem sei quem mais gosto de ser, o grande lance da brincadeira de viver é isso, é ser muitas, ser várias, ser todas, chegar o mais próximo possível de ser tudo ao mesmo tempo e em uma só...Ninguém é feliz só...Mas com tantas companhias em você mesma, quem poderá estar só? Me sinto completa de mim, cheia de mim, preenchida e saciada, posso distribuir tantas "eu" quanto for preciso e ainda assim não ficarei só. Posso falar com uma amiga, enviar um sms, apoiar um parente e consolar uma amiga, enquanto tento arrancar sorrisos dos lábios de quem puder e quiser sorrir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou assim, tantas, e todas me cobram, me desdobram, me solicitam....Mas a parte de mim que mais gosto, é com quem mais convivo...Eu, a alto astral, a otimista, a sonhadora, com planos para tudo, a eterna criança, para quem tudo é simples e pode ser traduzido em piada...Rir de si mesma e das situações inusitadas da vida me faz mais forte...Me sinto &amp;nbsp;invencível quando consigo ver o lado bom das coisas ruins...Não, não é nada fácil...Mas se você procurar, pode crêr que achará...Sou muitas para ser desvendada de uma só vez...Sou material de estudo...Pronta para ser descoberta aos poucos e com paciência...Uma pesquisa avançada de mim diz que é preciso tempo para conhecer tantas quantas eu posso ser, quantas quero ser e por fim compreender que é tão simples descobrir quem sou...Posso ser tudo que você pensou ou nada que imaginou...Prazer em conhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8636150570848789597?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8636150570848789597/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8636150570848789597' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8636150570848789597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8636150570848789597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/08/sou-assim.html' title='Sou assim...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8832606198702195968</id><published>2011-08-21T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:01:40.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='máscaras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hipocrisia'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dySFuilocNs/TlEaNhyngqI/AAAAAAAANds/5TCcHW5t6ew/s1600/hipocrisia_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dySFuilocNs/TlEaNhyngqI/AAAAAAAANds/5TCcHW5t6ew/s320/hipocrisia_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Posso afirmar que nem tudo que é dito vem do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nem todo sentimento leva a frustração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não quero que tudo "seja eterno enquanto dure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem marcante que perdure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Posso afirmar que nem tudo que dizem é sincero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem tudo que vejo é como espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo não é como gostaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E não é mera filosofia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas não se mostram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;São narcisistas ou mal se gostam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Usam máscaras, se escondem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por trás de um título, um sobrenome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem tudo que eu digo eu faria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mas não suporto hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gente que se acha melhor, se acha o tal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E trata todo mundo mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deveria ser desprezado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por todos ignorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Discriminar, destratar, matratar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não são verbos para conjugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem tem muito "pré conceito"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deve ter muita cicatriz no peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem gosta de "pré julgar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Precisa se tratar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes somos muito irracionais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Até mais que os animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E nos achamos espertos demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não somos mais do que mortais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Almas precisando ser lapidadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas precisando ser amadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estamos aqui para aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para acolher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para amar e não fazer sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim ir descobrindo a magia de viver...&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/6870746316668763250-8832606198702195968?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dySFuilocNs/TlEaNhyngqI/AAAAAAAANds/5TCcHW5t6ew/s72-c/hipocrisia_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-570666015275199384</id><published>2011-08-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T17:45:07.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Velhice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0B26phH1n2g/Tkm8uVbgPVI/AAAAAAAANdg/Y3PrDmBY1j4/s1600/curso-de-cuidador-de-idosos-gratuito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0B26phH1n2g/Tkm8uVbgPVI/AAAAAAAANdg/Y3PrDmBY1j4/s1600/curso-de-cuidador-de-idosos-gratuito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não morrermos antes, vamos envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É a única coisa certa a dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Precisamos hoje os idosos respeitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia estaremos em seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que o espírito não envelhece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas não consegue fazer tudo e&amp;nbsp;se entristece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já pensou como deve ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Querer fazer as coisas e não poder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Das pessoas depender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser um problema familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já não conseguir se cuidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não ter seu próprio lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como uma criança voltar a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Precisar de ajuda para beber, comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De todos ter que depender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quão difícil deve ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trate os com carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não os deixe tão sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Leve os para passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escute-os mais uma vez contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que você já cansou de escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Arrume um tempinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faça um carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É tão bom ter alguém para dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixe um pouco de você quando partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já parou pra pensar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se não morrer antes, o seu dia vai chegar.&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/6870746316668763250-570666015275199384?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/570666015275199384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=570666015275199384' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/570666015275199384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/570666015275199384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/08/se-nao-morrermos-antes-vamos-envelhecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0B26phH1n2g/Tkm8uVbgPVI/AAAAAAAANdg/Y3PrDmBY1j4/s72-c/curso-de-cuidador-de-idosos-gratuito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1487674311496997336</id><published>2011-08-13T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:50:16.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='padrinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pai'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos Pais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUuoQJ2EAIM/TkcyRHFiBmI/AAAAAAAANdY/vUtpyu-c-oM/s1600/dia-dos-pais_214092358_diadospais8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUuoQJ2EAIM/TkcyRHFiBmI/AAAAAAAANdY/vUtpyu-c-oM/s320/dia-dos-pais_214092358_diadospais8.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é dia dos pais, queria parabenizar todos os pais...Especialmente o meu marido que é um padastro maravilhoso...Sorte de quem tem um bom pai, um pai presente, amigo, carinhoso, mesmo que de seu jeito meio rude, Feliz de quem tem, teve, conheceu e conviveu com um bom pai...Mesmo que postiço, cheio de vontade de ser pai, que é o que importa...Pai não é só uma palavra, são atitudes que juntas formam uma palavra ainda maior...AMOR. Ser pai não é só ter um filho, é ser presente mesmo ausente, é se preocupar, é querer dar o melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu tive meu pai biológico, que preciso amar e agradecer, pois graças a ele eu estou aqui, ele teve seus problemas e não tomou seu lugar de pai, mas me deu a oportunidade de nascer na família onde tive um lindo tio, que infelizmente não está mais aqui, mas foi o melhor pai que pude ter, nem sempre podia ser tão presente, trabalhava muito, mas me amava infinitamente, seu amor era notável e eu sinto muita falta...O perfume dele quando passava lá em casa, deixava o quarto todo cheiroso, mesmo que eu estivesse dormindo ele ia lá e me dava um beiijo, quando eu acordava eu sentia pelo cheiro que ele esteve lá...Acordava com um sorriso nos lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu tio era meu herói, eu achava que ele podia tudo, desde criança o que eu pedia ele fazia, tudo...Ele era lindo, alto, forte, lindo...Minhas amigas eram todas fãs...rs Eu ficava muito orgulhosa de ter um "pai" bem sucedido, lindo, cheiroso e o mais importante, me amava muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem preciso dizer que eu era louca por ele...Eu o amava muito, amo mais que tudo...E dizia, e agarrava e beijava...Às vezes a mulher dele tinha até ciúmes, mas eu nem ligava, parecia que eu sabia que precisava aproveitar cada momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto muita falta até das coisas que achava chatas, ele me regulava muito, não gostava do meu namorado, não queria que eu saisse...Mas sinto falta de tudo. Até do Natal que eu era OBRIGADA a ficar com a família quando todos meus amigos iam para um outro lugar legal, ai como eu queria ir tbm...Mas hoje, olhando pra trás, se eu pudesse, teria ficado MUITO mais tempo com eles todos, se eu soubesse, eu aproveitaria muito mais cada momentinho, cada carinho, cada beijinho, e armazenaria para sempre nos meus sentidos aquele cheiro...Junto com cada linda lembrança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tive também um padrinho maravilhoso, &amp;nbsp;português, querido, fofo, todos os domingos ficava comigo, quando eu era pequena, ele inventava brincadeiras para me ocupar no apartamento onde eu morava, e mesmo tendo convivido nessa época apenas com adultos, ele me divertia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tive sorte, durante pouco tempo, mas tive duas pérolas na minha vida. Me amavam, queriam meu bem, cuidavam e faziam tudo por mim. Hoje são dois anjos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aconselho a todos,digam que amam e o quanto amam, diga que os ama a todo momento, &amp;nbsp;porque nunca sabemos o dia da partida, e sempre parece que NUNCA falamos, amamos e curtimos suficiente depois que eles se vão...Se você tem seu pai no dia de hoje, ou quem quer que seja, que esteve ao seu lado como um pai, &amp;nbsp;diga que o ama. Não deixe a oportunidade passar. Oportunidades nunca voltam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tio e padrinho onde vocês estiverem, obrigada por tudo e feliz dia dos pais! Os amarei eternamente, até o dia que nos encontrarmos novamente, aí então, os amarei ainda mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-1487674311496997336?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1487674311496997336/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1487674311496997336' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1487674311496997336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1487674311496997336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/08/feliz-dia-dos-pais.html' title='Feliz dia dos Pais...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUuoQJ2EAIM/TkcyRHFiBmI/AAAAAAAANdY/vUtpyu-c-oM/s72-c/dia-dos-pais_214092358_diadospais8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-657280972135346077</id><published>2011-08-10T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:33:21.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cansada'/><title type='text'>Cansada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrPO0A6PGHI/TkM-6ijqoeI/AAAAAAAANdU/FrH-RDCB9gA/s1600/cansada.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zrPO0A6PGHI/TkM-6ijqoeI/AAAAAAAANdU/FrH-RDCB9gA/s320/cansada.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou cansada do tudo e do nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Exausta de lutar e me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Exaurida em minhas forças e em minha fraqueza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cansada de ser sol e de ser chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inundada de ser medo e ser coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomada de ser tudo e de ser nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imobilizada por ser concreta e abstrata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Possuida de vazio e de conteúdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Invadida pela lógica e pelo absurdo.&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/6870746316668763250-657280972135346077?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/657280972135346077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=657280972135346077' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/657280972135346077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por você'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meu amor'/><title type='text'>Meu amor por você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ahoIeD2Yb0/Tj37pgy82VI/AAAAAAAANcI/dh_MtBNQK0w/s1600/tumblr_lksjzaTwEl1qgt65fo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ahoIeD2Yb0/Tj37pgy82VI/AAAAAAAANcI/dh_MtBNQK0w/s320/tumblr_lksjzaTwEl1qgt65fo1_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É bonito de se ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reflete no meu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Transforma deserto em mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tem hora para acontecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Passou do sonho à realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É a mais simples perfeita verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor por você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É o que de mais belo devo ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tem peso e nem medida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É tudo de bom que há na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamais parou de crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Criou asas ganhou os céus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fez da minha vida - carrossel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Puro encanto - doce mel.&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/6870746316668763250-5055735975885760371?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5055735975885760371/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5055735975885760371' title='35 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5055735975885760371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5055735975885760371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/08/meu-amor-por-voce.html' title='Meu amor por você...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ahoIeD2Yb0/Tj37pgy82VI/AAAAAAAANcI/dh_MtBNQK0w/s72-c/tumblr_lksjzaTwEl1qgt65fo1_400.jpg' height='72' 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style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor é um passarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre livre para voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voa alto, mas volta ao ninho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porquê nele é o seu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Liberdade é o melhor caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para o amor cultivar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre livre voando feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como um simples aprendiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voe por todos os lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voe tranqüilo por todos os mares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sobrevoe montanhas e rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja que voltar é um desafio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tendo o sol e a lua como cenário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um mundo quase imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que só quem ama pode ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só um coração apaixonado pode entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Voe meu passarinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu fico aqui te olhando quietinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esperando você voltar para o ninho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Admirando seu vôo de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acreditando no que o amor é capaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5426573000435412262?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5426573000435412262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5426573000435412262' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5426573000435412262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5426573000435412262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/08/voo-breve.html' title='Vôo breve'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando as coisas mudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que seja de dentro pra fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Onde mudanças reais acontecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois de fora pra dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se mantém muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse voltar no tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E consertar o que quebrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Resgataria a inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do lugar onde a deixei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para não ver morrer &amp;nbsp;em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo de bom que já sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se eu pudesse contar com o esquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para não pensar no que não quero lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viveria a partir deste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem passado para me atormentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ocuparia o vazio sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E a tristeza que ainda resta em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-414133299891396644?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/414133299891396644/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=414133299891396644' title='34 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/414133299891396644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/414133299891396644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-as-coisas-mudam-que-seja-de.html' title='Mudanças'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z89I43V9GqE/TjS9RiwBlGI/AAAAAAAANb4/GSUyGWseX3o/s72-c/nopneu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3594960635285990679</id><published>2011-07-27T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:18:47.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxl5sStXB98/TjDU9Ail38I/AAAAAAAANb0/o-XqOfYslNA/s1600/Extraterrestre-Hoje-e-o-dia-do-contato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxl5sStXB98/TjDU9Ail38I/AAAAAAAANb0/o-XqOfYslNA/s320/Extraterrestre-Hoje-e-o-dia-do-contato.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos um ponto na imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas poeira de estrela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Iluminando a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somos tão pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cheio de limitação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em tão infinito universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se conhece razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem dirá que estamos sós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pura pretenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou apenas falta de noção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desconhecer a resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não elimina a questão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Racionalizar demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos deixa sem razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acredito que é possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Haver vida nessa imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E você? Não acredita não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3594960635285990679?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3594960635285990679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3594960635285990679' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3594960635285990679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3594960635285990679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/sera.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wxl5sStXB98/TjDU9Ail38I/AAAAAAAANb0/o-XqOfYslNA/s72-c/Extraterrestre-Hoje-e-o-dia-do-contato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6511928865289669033</id><published>2011-07-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:19:36.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para a vó mais linda...A minha.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-InifWnVYGVI/Ti8qCJCS8HI/AAAAAAAANbs/OVX627ggKAU/s1600/vovo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-InifWnVYGVI/Ti8qCJCS8HI/AAAAAAAANbs/OVX627ggKAU/s320/vovo.JPG" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é o dia da avó, a minha vó, uma preciosidade, uma pedra rara, um ser humano iluminado, de uma bondade sem precedentes, minha avó foi tudo, minha mãe, meu pai, minha amiga, minha irmã, ela me criou, acreditou nos meus sonhos e planos, acreditou nas maiores fantasias que um dia disse que teria, e sempre me dizia, se você quiser, eu acredito que &amp;nbsp;pode...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vejo muito dela em mim, nas minhas atitudes, na minha forma de pensar e agir, por isso serei eternamente grata, por ter&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;feito quem eu sou, por tudo que fez, por ter me dado amor, carinho, proteção, segurança e educação, com seu &amp;nbsp;jeito simples, meigo, positivo, doce e otimista de ver a vida, encantou meus dias durante 17 anos, ela era exatamente o que eu precisava para ser feliz, era uma mãe, mas me tratava como vó, me mimava, me estragava, fazia tudo pra mim...Abriu mão das suas coisas, do seu tempo, da sua vida pra me ter ao seu lado. Mas as pessoas boas vão muito cedo para perto de Deus, e ela se foi...O buraco no meu peito nunca fechou, a saudade nunca passou...Meus dias nunca mais foram iguais, e todo meu futuro foi alterado pela ausência dela. Como eu queria tê-la ao meu lado, poder dar em troca todo amor que recebi, todo cuidado...Mas o seu lugar continua vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas vovó, ainda a tenho pertinho de mim, nos meus pensamentos, na minha memória, na melhor parte da minha estória, em todas as boas lembranças, na melhor infância... e pode estar certa que do meu coração você nunca, nunca sairá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sinto muito por meus filhos não terem conhecido a pessoa mais linda desse mundo, mais especial, generosa e maravilhosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas agora ela está em paz, descansando...Um dia vovó a gente volta a se encontrar...Meu amor é imenso e &amp;nbsp;infinito, pode esperar. Na minha casa vou plantar enormes pés de jasmins, para todas as noites eu poder dormir sentindo a sua presença, o mais perto que eu puder, &amp;nbsp;na nossa casa.&amp;nbsp;Te amo para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-6511928865289669033?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6511928865289669033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6511928865289669033' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6511928865289669033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6511928865289669033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/para-minha-vo-mais-linda.html' title='Para a vó mais linda...A minha.'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-InifWnVYGVI/Ti8qCJCS8HI/AAAAAAAANbs/OVX627ggKAU/s72-c/vovo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2261713552476384817</id><published>2011-07-24T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:00:41.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senhor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caminho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dor'/><title type='text'>Passos na areia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xehgO0zxOrM/Tit13pXwMII/AAAAAAAANbc/j6tbYIHXBkI/s1600/2423849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xehgO0zxOrM/Tit13pXwMII/AAAAAAAANbc/j6tbYIHXBkI/s320/2423849.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus passos na areia são meio tortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venho por caminhos tortuosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Carregando profundas dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tropeçando em disabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me fingindo forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me fazendo alegre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Brincando com meus sofrimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazendo piadas dos meus desalentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus passos na areia são fundos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Forçado pelo peso do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus ombros cansados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De suportar fardos pesados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dos tantos problemas que carreguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Do tamanho das coisas que enfrentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus passos na areia foram acompanhados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre tive alguém ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Algumas vezes especial demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Outras me atrapalhando ainda mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada um teve algo a acrescentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom ou ruim uma lição a ensinar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus passos na areia às vezes sumiram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não tive rastro quando meus sonhos ruíram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nas vezes que deitei e chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou nas que me desesperei, desestimulei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quis muito sumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensei em desistir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessas vezes &amp;nbsp;o Senhor me carregou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Principalmente quando a esperança me abandonou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Parecia tudo sem solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma vida inteira na contramão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por companhia, Deus e a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com tanta coisa errada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tentando suportar calada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não encontrava saída para tanta mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o Senhor me protegeu, me devolveu a confiança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ensinou a ver que sempre há saídas e caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me ensinou a tirar da estrada os espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas lágrimas Ele secou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E meu pranto consolou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Então meus passos na areia voltaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais fortes, mais firmes, mais diretos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seguindo um rumo certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De vez em quando volto a bobear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se tomo uns atalhos errados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Decido voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aprendi a me virar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cair, levantar e recomeçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me aprumar, me desculpar, me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje sei onde quero chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2261713552476384817?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2261713552476384817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2261713552476384817' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2261713552476384817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2261713552476384817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/passos-na-areia.html' title='Passos na areia...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xehgO0zxOrM/Tit13pXwMII/AAAAAAAANbc/j6tbYIHXBkI/s72-c/2423849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7324950724225635225</id><published>2011-07-22T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T16:33:48.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='família'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filhos'/><title type='text'>MEUS filhos do mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZaG-hUYHbc/TioHbhe0FpI/AAAAAAAANbY/D6KNkYBn-_o/s1600/familia-unida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZaG-hUYHbc/TioHbhe0FpI/AAAAAAAANbY/D6KNkYBn-_o/s1600/familia-unida1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você tão lindo sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanta alegria me traz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sua carinha dormindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enche minha vida de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que bom se eu pudesse te guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minhas experiências usar pra te alertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desse mundo cruel te proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E nunca te ver sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas um dia você vai crescer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vai bater asas e voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não poderei te segurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas quando você chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem vai te consolar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem vai te ninar até dormir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fazer brincadeiras pra te ver sorrir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não vou poder de todos os males te livrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peço a Deus para me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois quando você crescer não vai mais me escutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas fazer o quê? A vida segue seu rumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dia você vai crescer, entender e tomar prumo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando tiver seus próprios filhos e casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De tudo que te dizia vais lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora você chora por meu braço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amanhã mal terei um rápido abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só espero ao seu lado pela vida caminhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero estar sempre ao seu lado pra te apoiar e te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou tentar não chorar quando um dia você partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois sei que nada poderei fazer para impedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você fará sua família, a vida tem um ciclo a seguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se antes eu não morrer, um dia vou envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Precisarei de você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Te peço que não me esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com as ocupações do dia a dia não desapareça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca deixe de me telefonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Venha e traga meus netos para me visitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faça sua velha solitária se alegrar...&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/6870746316668763250-7324950724225635225?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7324950724225635225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7324950724225635225' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7324950724225635225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7324950724225635225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/meus-filhos-do-mundo.html' title='MEUS filhos do mundo...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EZaG-hUYHbc/TioHbhe0FpI/AAAAAAAANbY/D6KNkYBn-_o/s72-c/familia-unida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8995105221873478327</id><published>2011-07-20T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:17:41.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DX0MAXKQ-Y/Tie2Gj6t_cI/AAAAAAAANbU/e0yrmIqHVRI/s1600/preso_amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DX0MAXKQ-Y/Tie2Gj6t_cI/AAAAAAAANbU/e0yrmIqHVRI/s320/preso_amor.jpg" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei de onde vem essa força que me prende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me rende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me enlaça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E me deixa sem graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que me desorienta e desnorteia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me incendeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei de onde vem essa vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Necessidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suntuosidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Luz do luar no mar que em mim bate  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Trás o pensamento que me invade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reacende a saudade de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vontade de te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero sair, fugir, sumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Correr até te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou até me perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou enlouquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deixo-me querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem pudores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Só desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Teus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Teus abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Velhos laços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inesquecíveis momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escanteados sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz em mim alento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rajada de vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Doce tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Me trás você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes te ignoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes te imploro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sorrio, choro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não consigo entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero ter você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nostalgia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Transforma meu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Preciso te esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não quero te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pisas no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Brincas com minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mastigo ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Engulo solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo em mim é controverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antagônico, disperso, diverso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor em profusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tento me livrar em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sem você não existe canção.&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/6870746316668763250-8995105221873478327?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8995105221873478327/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8995105221873478327' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8995105221873478327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8995105221873478327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-sei-de-onde-vem-essa-forca-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DX0MAXKQ-Y/Tie2Gj6t_cI/AAAAAAAANbU/e0yrmIqHVRI/s72-c/preso_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3895270220519923468</id><published>2011-07-19T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:47:14.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia dos amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPjB7ZiDkjs/TiY7TDIPwII/AAAAAAAANbI/5IL6cuY9mo0/s1600/amigos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPjB7ZiDkjs/TiY7TDIPwII/AAAAAAAANbI/5IL6cuY9mo0/s320/amigos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigo, palavra forte que nem sempre é valorizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigo, pessoa querida que precisa ser amada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cheia de significados e muito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;decisiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoa que carregamos pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não importa pra onde vão, da onde vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade não escolhe a quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigo palavra que tem peso e deve ser respeitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade deve a cima de tudo ser preservada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas pessoas nem sabem essa palavra guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem sabem o significado de ter alguém pra compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um amigo é aquele que por você sempre estará lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade vai além de um sobrenome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É alguém que se importa quando você some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando precisa, grita seu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É aquele pra quem você sabe que tudo pode contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem medo que ele vá te julgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esteja onde estiver, em qualquer lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre terá um tempo pra te escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigo é mais do que uma palavra, é uma entidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma brincadeira carregada de seriedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É aquele que mesmo quando se vai não te deixa para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É alguém que você quer sempre por perto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo que nem sempre possa dar certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se escolhe um amigo por afinidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem por seus defeitos e qualidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se escolhe um amigo por interesse e sim por satisfação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não se escolhe um amigo para cada ocasião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E sim pelo que são quando nos dão as mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É um sentimento que acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Simplesmente aparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na correria do dia-a-dia não nos esquecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando estamos em dificuldades não desaparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade não tem explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não necessita de razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade, flor que brota em nosso coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em qualquer lugar, situação e condição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Chama que não apaga na ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sentimento puro e cheio de decência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando a amizade transborda pelos braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Surgem os abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amizade não depende de classe social, de cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não depende de crença ou seja lá do que for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para &lt;b&gt;ter&lt;/b&gt; amigo basta &lt;b&gt;ser&lt;/b&gt; amigo, dividir a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Somar alegrias e multiplicar o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3895270220519923468?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3895270220519923468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3895270220519923468' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3895270220519923468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3895270220519923468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/feliz-dia-dos-amigos.html' title='Feliz dia dos amigos...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPjB7ZiDkjs/TiY7TDIPwII/AAAAAAAANbI/5IL6cuY9mo0/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8539067632422212767</id><published>2011-07-18T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T05:46:32.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desilusão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decepção'/><title type='text'>Desilusão...( De 2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMn9eEmRzHo/TiUP4xqy-HI/AAAAAAAANag/f4zmTte1gBU/s1600/praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMn9eEmRzHo/TiUP4xqy-HI/AAAAAAAANag/f4zmTte1gBU/s320/praia.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tivemos tantos bons momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Traduzidos em uma bela história  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você destruiu tudo como se nada tivesse importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tamanha ignorância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você que sempre preferiu acreditar no que queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gostava de se enganar e se iludir pra justificar sua covardia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suas palavras sem sentimentos, sempre vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seu machismo, sua hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suas maldades, suas mancadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atitudes sempre erradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nada mudou, você continua igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Veio dizer que nunca mereci seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Logo você que nunca soube me dar valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você nem sabe o que é se dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas magoar, atacar e machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Como se mandasse em mim, aonde eu devo ou não ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com quem devo falar, o que devo sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma pena que acabou assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sem você e você sem mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todas nossas lembranças reduzidas a pó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem nenhum cuidado, sem dó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma bela história de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De um só...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas um envolvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aí é que eu corri risco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E foi preciso ler seus absurdos para entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No que eu nunca quis crer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que você nunca foi como pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em ilusões me agarrei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em desilusões me afoguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Criei você em minha memória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Buscando prolongar a nossa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei, tantas vezes, errei novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei insistentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei quando pensei que você merecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que seu sentimento por mim jamais morreria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o amor que havia em mim tudo superaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei, mas preferia nunca ter esse erro reconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nem constatar que nosso amor fora excluído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E aquilo que eu acreditava que havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não mais existia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei quando te amei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enlouquecidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais do que deveria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desgovernadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Errei quando me  anulei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Irracionalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais do que poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Frequentemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amei sem medida, amei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais que qualquer um fosse capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E ninguém te amará assim jamais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não mais do que eu, meu rapaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pode até tentar se enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fechar os olhos para não enxergar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor foi tão bonito, infinito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quase indestrutível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inesquecível, inconfundível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Daqueles que palavras não podem dimensionar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pensei que nada nem ninguém pudesse nos separar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o que para mim era um caso de amor sem fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra você foi mais uma notícia de um folhetim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto eu vivia apaixonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para você já não era nada, página virada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que para mim era um amor mal resolvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra você era um caso perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo que você despareça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se ainda pensar em mim, esqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vou ali ser feliz sem você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;tenho muito para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muito amor pra dar e receber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;para quem realmente me merecer.&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/6870746316668763250-8539067632422212767?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8539067632422212767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8539067632422212767' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8539067632422212767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8539067632422212767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/desilusao.html' title='Desilusão...( De 2002)'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CMn9eEmRzHo/TiUP4xqy-HI/AAAAAAAANag/f4zmTte1gBU/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7174533235288585727</id><published>2011-07-15T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T20:46:36.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escrever'/><title type='text'>Escrever é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH6yxV4iOpA/TiEDzvvPZgI/AAAAAAAANZY/Gffgu6Rv3LE/s1600/escrever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH6yxV4iOpA/TiEDzvvPZgI/AAAAAAAANZY/Gffgu6Rv3LE/s320/escrever.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é uma forma de delirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Necessário como respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma forma de entre as estrelas passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E de uma cratera da lua, a terra admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É quem sabe criar um mundo paralelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com letras e sentimentos quem sabe eternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é respirar fundo e prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E em outros universos se envolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E naquele pequeno tempo entre um suspiro e outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Reviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é se mostrar,&amp;nbsp;se expôr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É não ter medo, receio ou pudor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é um ato de coragem e de fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma forma de mostrar ao mundo seus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma forma de pôr pra fora seus sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficar mais perto de Deus naquele momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é deixar a alma fluir através da caneta e do papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É sair do chão e tocar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever ou digitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É deixar a mente viajar e divagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É deixar o espírito levitar e criar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é mostrar um pouco de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É não ter medo, é não se esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É sair de si e se surpreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever poemas é um ato de amor e um dom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;São notas que juntas criam um belo som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma dádiva de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É a força das palavras levadas ao vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É chegar até onde for o pensamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é levantar um vôo solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É disponibilizar um colo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É nem sempre estar seguro, mas atrever-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É não conseguir conter-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É não se amedrontar, não se calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É sentir &amp;nbsp;um verso brotar sem esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É dizer o que precisa sair de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma maneira de esquecer e se aquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De abrir as asas e se libertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De diversos sonhos realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é perdoar as mágoas, esquecer o rancor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Transformar em versos e em textos toda dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É um estado de êxtase escrever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É poder dar e receber prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É soltar-se do corpo, desprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É correr o mundo sem sair de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é uma viagem aonde quisermos ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É levar outras pessoas a verem através de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É emprestar seu eu aos leitores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É distribuir ao mundo flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma atividade &amp;nbsp;iluminada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por muitos desejada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É uma alegria suprema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma doçura extrema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é acreditar que alguém vai ler e gostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;É perceber o carinho de quem vem comentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é minha forma de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é meu jeito de ser, de ter e de amadurecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é experiências compartilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Escrever é palavras, tempo e amor doar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7174533235288585727?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7174533235288585727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7174533235288585727' title='41 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7174533235288585727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7174533235288585727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/escrever-e.html' title='Escrever é...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH6yxV4iOpA/TiEDzvvPZgI/AAAAAAAANZY/Gffgu6Rv3LE/s72-c/escrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-763183991764952066</id><published>2011-07-15T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:58:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c28GwuYW8po/TiBjWWjORvI/AAAAAAAANYc/jlrWnKtB3nc/s1600/amigavirtual1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c28GwuYW8po/TiBjWWjORvI/AAAAAAAANYc/jlrWnKtB3nc/s320/amigavirtual1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meus queridos, vocês que estão meu ajudando no concurso, votando, reservando um pouquinho do seu tempo, acreditando, merecem esse selinho à cima, peguem e levem com todo meu carinho, pois vocês merecem demais...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quero pedir também para se &amp;nbsp;empenharem hoje, é o último dia e preciso muito do apoio de cada um para não ficar MUITO atrás do primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Considereando que meus amigose seguidores estão em menor quantidade, minha gratidão é ainda maior, pois &amp;nbsp;tive muito apoio de vocês. Se aceitar o mimo é só repassá-lo a três blogs que você sabe que pode contar com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agradeço mais uma vez. Beijos no coração de todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-763183991764952066?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/763183991764952066/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=763183991764952066' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/763183991764952066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/763183991764952066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/meus-queridos-voces-que-estao-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c28GwuYW8po/TiBjWWjORvI/AAAAAAAANYc/jlrWnKtB3nc/s72-c/amigavirtual1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4933955759986395838</id><published>2011-07-14T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:03:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrlHBLihNCQ/Th9LKqNfLHI/AAAAAAAANXI/y09XkA-uWo0/s1600/PAULA+moraes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrlHBLihNCQ/Th9LKqNfLHI/AAAAAAAANXI/y09XkA-uWo0/s1600/PAULA+moraes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigos queria aproveitar e te pedir o seu voto, cada blog seu vale um voto, se puder me ajudar, ficarei muito feliz...Pois estou na final do Pena de Ouro, tá bem difícil essa etapa...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Para votar em mim é só ir neste link: &amp;nbsp;http://ostra-da-poesia-as-perolas.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nos cometários e votar em "Época boa" de Paula Moraes....Obrigada pelos votos e pelo carinho, desde já agradeço a cada um...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O local onde vota tem uma mão pulando indicando o lugar, tem escrito 1 comentário...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A votação se encerra a meia noite do dia 15/07 - Sexta feira. Ainda dá pra votar hoje e amanhã...Vamos queridos...Força!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4933955759986395838?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4933955759986395838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4933955759986395838' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4933955759986395838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4933955759986395838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigos-queria-aproveitar-e-te-pedir-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UrlHBLihNCQ/Th9LKqNfLHI/AAAAAAAANXI/y09XkA-uWo0/s72-c/PAULA+moraes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6850753808235503085</id><published>2011-07-13T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T20:44:08.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Esse lindo presente ganhei do querido amigo Vino. &amp;nbsp;Amei mesmo a força para o concurso de poesia...Obrigada amigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLfk3f1GqY/Th5lNzq41UI/AAAAAAAANXE/X3P1PN5eXz8/s1600/PAULA+moraes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLfk3f1GqY/Th5lNzq41UI/AAAAAAAANXE/X3P1PN5eXz8/s320/PAULA+moraes.JPG" width="320" /&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/6870746316668763250-6850753808235503085?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6850753808235503085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6850753808235503085' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6850753808235503085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6850753808235503085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/esse-lindo-presente-ganhei-do-querido.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLfk3f1GqY/Th5lNzq41UI/AAAAAAAANXE/X3P1PN5eXz8/s72-c/PAULA+moraes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2970634218453655567</id><published>2011-07-12T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:58:45.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva enquanto é tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uB1UJtZYSI/ThoiyDNxS-I/AAAAAAAANWc/9d_H536kfik/s1600/Fui-ali-ser-feliz-e-ja-volto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uB1UJtZYSI/ThoiyDNxS-I/AAAAAAAANWc/9d_H536kfik/s320/Fui-ali-ser-feliz-e-ja-volto.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva, enquanto trás com você esse brilho no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto ainda há tantas coisas pra realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto os seus sonhos não se despediram de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto a esperança vem de brinde em cada amanhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva, enquanto pode levar nos bolsos tudo que precisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto ser feliz é só o que você visa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto a melhor palavra é aproveitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E o seu maior prazer é amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva, enquanto seus sonhos e seus desejos se confundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto seu espírito aventureiro e sua alma se fundem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto o teu corpo desconhece dificuldade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto podes ir aonde tens vontade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Viva, porque a hora é agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As oportunidades passam sem demora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Os dias voam independente de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não deixe nada por fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amanhã pode nem amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2970634218453655567?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2970634218453655567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2970634218453655567' title='36 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2970634218453655567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2970634218453655567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/viva-enquanto-e-tempo.html' title='Viva enquanto é tempo...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0uB1UJtZYSI/ThoiyDNxS-I/AAAAAAAANWc/9d_H536kfik/s72-c/Fui-ali-ser-feliz-e-ja-volto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-9099014206389535842</id><published>2011-07-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:16:05.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Começou a final...</title><content type='html'>Amigos, começou a final do Pena de Ouro, me ajudem nessa etapa...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para votar em mim é só ir neste link: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ostra-da-poesia-as-perolas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ostra-da-poesia-as-perolas.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos cometários e votar em "Época boa" de Paula Moraes....Obrigada pelos votos e pelo carinho, desde já agradeço a cada um...=)&lt;br /&gt;A votação se encerra a meia noite do dia 15/07 - Sexta feira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs no coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-9099014206389535842?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/9099014206389535842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=9099014206389535842' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/9099014206389535842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/9099014206389535842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/comecou-final.html' title='Começou a final...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6678873231816298280</id><published>2011-07-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T03:55:04.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada queridos...=)</title><content type='html'>MEUS AMORES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASSEI PARA A PRÓXIMA FASE DO PENA DE OURO, SE NÃO FOSSE PELO CARINHO E VOTO DE VOCÊS EU NÃO TERIA CHANCE...=)&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA MESMO PELO CARINHO, POR PERDER UM POUQUINHO DO SEU TEMPO PRA IR LÁ VOTAR EM MIM E &amp;nbsp;FAZER UMA CRIANÇA GRANDE FELIZ...=) RSRSRS&lt;br /&gt;A PRÓXIIMA ETAPA NÃO SERÁ FÁCIL, MAS COM A AJUDA DE VOCÊS TUDO É POSSÍVEL...&lt;br /&gt;DE TODO CORAÇÃO AGRADEÇO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJS NO CORAÇÃO DE TODOS E BOA SEMANA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-6678873231816298280?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6678873231816298280/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6678873231816298280' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6678873231816298280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6678873231816298280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/obrigada-queridos.html' title='Obrigada queridos...=)'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-62575057280695219</id><published>2011-07-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T18:43:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acabou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mka5KOlsCLY/ThkDdeo4Z2I/AAAAAAAANVA/bUo4ZS7Bil8/s1600/sozinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mka5KOlsCLY/ThkDdeo4Z2I/AAAAAAAANVA/bUo4ZS7Bil8/s320/sozinha.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tire seus olhos de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Tudo entre nós chegou ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Cansei de suas armadilhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Das noites de espera vazia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Gosto de coisas transparentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;De pessoas verdadeiras e presentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Não gosto de brincar de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Não é desse tipo que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Me entreguei a você sem medida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;E acabei sem saída&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Me deixou sem chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Na solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Eu só quero saber o que restou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Ou tudo de repente, simplesmente mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;Todo amor se perdeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;O que foi que aconteceu entre você e 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/6870746316668763250-62575057280695219?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/62575057280695219/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=62575057280695219' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/62575057280695219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/62575057280695219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/acabou.html' title='Acabou...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mka5KOlsCLY/ThkDdeo4Z2I/AAAAAAAANVA/bUo4ZS7Bil8/s72-c/sozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-9130370782745002891</id><published>2011-07-07T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:22:52.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou participando da segunda fase da 5ª Edição do Pena de Ouro...Quem puder me ajudar dando seu votinho agradeço muito..&lt;a href="http://ostra-da-poesia-as-perolas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ostra-da-poesia-as-perolas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3051537144503984781</id><published>2011-07-06T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T04:29:36.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1HxbPLLVUU/ThDa5T5QtmI/AAAAAAAANTM/lJeadjMqf0Y/s1600/bolas+de+sab%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1HxbPLLVUU/ThDa5T5QtmI/AAAAAAAANTM/lJeadjMqf0Y/s320/bolas+de+sab%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Momento mágico da infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem nenhuma relutância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanta espectativa e excitação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cabe em um copinho com água e sabão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suavemente nasce a bolinha em flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uma transparência furtacor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com a pureza dos olhos que a segue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto o vento leve, a leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com a espectativa da criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que já sopra na esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de encher de bolhinhas o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doce momento, puro mel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá vão elas invadindo os ares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vão cruzar os sete mares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vão tão longe quanto a imaginação de quem criou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chega aonde acharmos que chegou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3051537144503984781?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x1HxbPLLVUU/ThDa5T5QtmI/AAAAAAAANTM/lJeadjMqf0Y/s72-c/bolas+de+sab%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4530952266120835577</id><published>2011-07-04T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:35:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conforme-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qDQSUWQKyw/ThJtIw2nHfI/AAAAAAAANTs/XEqPE6yq1QU/s1600/desespero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qDQSUWQKyw/ThJtIw2nHfI/AAAAAAAANTs/XEqPE6yq1QU/s320/desespero.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não poderá se encontrar fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas poderá me encontrar a hora que quiser em você&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fugir, mentir nem se esconder&lt;br /&gt;ou querer que eu deixe de existir pra você&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta lutar, negar e nem correr&lt;br /&gt;você não consegue me expulsar de você&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar mais do que desejar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou estar em tudo que lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Pode até tentar não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Desejar não querer&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou continuar em você&lt;br /&gt;Tirando seu sossego e sua paz&lt;br /&gt;Até não querer mais&lt;br /&gt;Prenda seu suspiro no peito&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que de mim lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Para &amp;nbsp;não parecer suspeito&lt;br /&gt;Tente os sentimentos disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor continuará lá&lt;br /&gt;E a cada vez que olhar&amp;nbsp;para o lado e não me ver&lt;br /&gt;Saberá que não aprendeu a me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que tentar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;algum progresso&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhum sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Então irá perceber&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais nada a perder&lt;br /&gt;Já era a chance de ser&amp;nbsp;realmente feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi você quem quis...&lt;br /&gt;Lembre do quanto foi covarde&lt;br /&gt;O quanto não teve coragem&lt;br /&gt;De assumir o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Lembre do quão feliz seria&lt;br /&gt;De quanto amor disperdiçou&lt;br /&gt;De quanto tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;Te amar mais que eu ninguém poderia&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ousaria&lt;br /&gt;mas agora, conforme-se com o passado&lt;br /&gt;Jamais viveremos lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;Por você nosso destino foi traçado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4530952266120835577?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8qDQSUWQKyw/ThJtIw2nHfI/AAAAAAAANTs/XEqPE6yq1QU/s72-c/desespero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3709231745291045831</id><published>2011-07-03T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:50:12.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Olha que alegria, 100 seguidores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;...Como gratidão e com muito carinho fiz esse selinho para vocês, para demonstrar o quanto aprecio cada visita e cada comentário...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Beijos no coração de cada um...&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sk0tiTcxT4/ThDuwwM-pwI/AAAAAAAANTU/6NPPYovOJRA/s1600/100seguidores.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sk0tiTcxT4/ThDuwwM-pwI/AAAAAAAANTU/6NPPYovOJRA/s320/100seguidores.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3709231745291045831?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3709231745291045831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3709231745291045831' title='44 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3709231745291045831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3709231745291045831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/olha-que-alegria-100-seguidores.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Sk0tiTcxT4/ThDuwwM-pwI/AAAAAAAANTU/6NPPYovOJRA/s72-c/100seguidores.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6399172161226022411</id><published>2011-07-02T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:52:50.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nossa casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sFqYNAuHjw/TgqbOPlOWuI/AAAAAAAANQg/_gNHIsUGoZU/s1600/idosos-deitados-cama-rede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sFqYNAuHjw/TgqbOPlOWuI/AAAAAAAANQg/_gNHIsUGoZU/s320/idosos-deitados-cama-rede.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de cheiro de mato molhado&lt;br /&gt;Do aroma de café recém passado&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir teu cheiro suado&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa rede balança lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Me embala suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto as estrelas ficam a nos olhar&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu abraçados ao luar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O friozinho do campo&lt;br /&gt;E todas as coisas que sonhei tanto&lt;br /&gt;casa, varanda e jardim&lt;br /&gt;Coisas simples assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia essa poesia&lt;br /&gt;Não será apenas uma fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Teremos muito romance por lá&lt;br /&gt;E muita estória boa pra contar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-6399172161226022411?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6399172161226022411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6399172161226022411' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6399172161226022411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6399172161226022411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/07/nossa-casa.html' title='Nossa casa'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4sFqYNAuHjw/TgqbOPlOWuI/AAAAAAAANQg/_gNHIsUGoZU/s72-c/idosos-deitados-cama-rede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8231180741118889176</id><published>2011-06-30T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:50:32.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Louco amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSXz3RNEBtA/Tg0LuxI4dGI/AAAAAAAANQ0/s4GZ4dsNChY/s1600/amor_jpg_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSXz3RNEBtA/Tg0LuxI4dGI/AAAAAAAANQ0/s4GZ4dsNChY/s320/amor_jpg_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele louco amor&lt;br /&gt;sem censura e sem medida&lt;br /&gt;norteou a &amp;nbsp;minha vida&lt;br /&gt;me fazia querer mais&lt;br /&gt;bastava um beijo colado&lt;br /&gt;um abraço apertado&lt;br /&gt;e nada mais parecia importar&lt;br /&gt;Aquele nossa loucura&lt;br /&gt;amor e paixão sem cura&lt;br /&gt;me empurrava pra você&lt;br /&gt;nunca pude me conter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele velho sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Um vício, um tormento&lt;br /&gt;suspirro preso no peito&lt;br /&gt;encontro de almas perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu, não &amp;nbsp;me deixou e cresceu&lt;br /&gt;Nem por um momento morreu&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantas idas e vindas&lt;br /&gt;encontros escondidos ou fortuitos&lt;br /&gt;Só para te ver, só para ter você&lt;br /&gt;E ao mesmo tempo eu necessitava não te querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de te olhar mesmo que de longe&lt;br /&gt;De te ter ao meu alcance&lt;br /&gt;vontade de sentir seu cheiro, de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que nunca senti por tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca durou tanto, só com você&lt;br /&gt;Uma eternidade...Para a eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não conseguia te tirar da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais tentava menor era a saída&lt;br /&gt;Todos os caminhos me levavam para seus braços&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia mais me amarrava em teus laços&lt;br /&gt;E a cada encontro uma nova despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez pior eu ia ficando&lt;br /&gt;desejando, sonhando...&lt;br /&gt;...esperando um dia sermos um só&lt;br /&gt;Nossas vidas eternamente dadas nó&lt;br /&gt;Mas não foi o que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Todo futuro se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;E eu não queria deixar o passado&lt;br /&gt;Era uma forma de estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas boas memórias&lt;br /&gt;tanta recordações e estórias&lt;br /&gt;Tantas loucuras sem noção&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento sem explicação&lt;br /&gt;Desses que nos tira do chão&lt;br /&gt;Estando certo ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não foi fácil arrancar você de mim&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer esse amor que parecia sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Marcado em minha pele como tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível, Infinito, insano, único, &amp;nbsp;inigualável&lt;br /&gt;Fonte de amor inesgotável&lt;br /&gt;Futuro planejado, desejado e tão sonhado&lt;br /&gt;Não seria mais realizado&lt;br /&gt;Você marcado em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Por reencontros e despedidas&lt;br /&gt;E isso já não poderia me bastar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou e os sonhos ficaram &amp;nbsp;pelo ar&lt;br /&gt;Já não conseguia ficar nem partir&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabia pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Tentei me &amp;nbsp;afastar, &amp;nbsp;mas me rendi&lt;br /&gt;Incontáveis vezes eu rezei, implorei&lt;br /&gt;para que você ficasse ou fosse de vez&lt;br /&gt;Precisava lembrar o que me fez&lt;br /&gt;Não dava mais pra sofrer e chorar&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida precisava continuar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo mudou - Minha convicção passou&lt;br /&gt;Já sei que não vamos nos reencontrar&lt;br /&gt;E simplesmente de onde paramos - continuar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda hoje posso te ver&lt;br /&gt;em um gesto, um olhar&lt;br /&gt;um jeito de andar&lt;br /&gt;Em um sonho sem querer&lt;br /&gt;lá está você&lt;br /&gt;Lindo, sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Me desafiando&amp;nbsp;não te querer&lt;br /&gt;Me desafiando te esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8231180741118889176?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8231180741118889176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8231180741118889176' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8231180741118889176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8231180741118889176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/louco-amor.html' title='Louco amor'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mSXz3RNEBtA/Tg0LuxI4dGI/AAAAAAAANQ0/s4GZ4dsNChY/s72-c/amor_jpg_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8938830514001720551</id><published>2011-06-28T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T16:52:30.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em suas mãos - 15/08/2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;h1 class="western" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVcd65968Os/Tg0MKmWikqI/AAAAAAAANQ8/tG9bOUiSadY/s1600/coracao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVcd65968Os/Tg0MKmWikqI/AAAAAAAANQ8/tG9bOUiSadY/s1600/coracao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;A noite ilumina além da imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;A noite entristece o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;E nesse momento meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Se perdem te procurando em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Leve como o vento corro em sua direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Forte com o poder de um furacão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Fecho os meus olhos para te buscar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Em qualquer lugar que possa te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Talvez em um sonho bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Daqueles que não queremos acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Te ouvir dizendo palavras doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Que talvez nunca hei de escutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Queria ter você comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Não ter receio do perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Não pensar em ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Me entregar sem medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;"&gt;E me descobrir em suas mãos.&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/6870746316668763250-8938830514001720551?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVcd65968Os/Tg0MKmWikqI/AAAAAAAANQ8/tG9bOUiSadY/s72-c/coracao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8804625217905961886</id><published>2011-06-26T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T17:51:51.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Modernos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc11FTvCySo/TgfSWa4OvkI/AAAAAAAANQE/Vb3MUOyqdLY/s1600/familia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc11FTvCySo/TgfSWa4OvkI/AAAAAAAANQE/Vb3MUOyqdLY/s320/familia.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fim de semana com a família reunida é uma delícia, um feriadão então...sair para passear, ir a praia, ao shopping, pegar um cineminha, ir ao parque, assistir um dvd, não importa o programa, e sim quem está nele, reunir as pessoas que amamos nos dias atuais não é tarefa fácil, hoje valoriza-se demais coisas materiais, aparatos tecnológicos crescem e tantas opções nos mobilizam, ficamos em casa muitas vezes cada um no seu canto, cada um com seu computador, seu vídeo game, suas redes sociais, cada vez menos reunidos, cada vez mais isolados, os amigos muitas vezes preferem conversas por bate papo a um bom encontro ou o velho telefonema, as relações vão ficando impessoais e as pessoas acham normal...Uma reunião em família é raro, assistir TV juntos nem pensar, cada um no seu quarto com a sua TV em canais diferentes, a individualização do ser humano virou sinônimo de solidão, &amp;nbsp;puro egoísmo; até uma simples refeição é difícil de realizar com a família reunida, afazeres diários, cada um com suas tarefas e seus horários, cada um para um lado diferente...A vida moderna nos trouxe muitas coisas, algumas facilidades, mas deixou um abismo entre nós. Deixou pouco espaço pra curtir a família, o tempo parece escasso demais para dar atenção às coisas "pequenas" que na verdade não são...Tempos modernos visão deturpada...Grandes feitos podem vir da junção dos pequenos, é preciso treinar os olhos para enxergar o que parece muito claro, no entanto não vemos.&lt;br /&gt;No futuro percebemos que poderíamos ter arrumado um tempinho entre a loucura do dia-a-dia e a hora de dormir &amp;nbsp;para dar valor ao que realmente tem valor, quando perdemos nossos pais, avós, quem quer que seja que amamos é que percebemos...Mas, percebemos tarde demais que poderíamos ter aproveitado mais a presença deles, as tardes de domingo em casa, ter ficado menos na frrente da TV, ter usado menos o computador quando tínhamos possibillidade de estar ao lado dessas pessoas. Simples atitudes podem fazer uma grande diferença, uma pausa não causa mal. Programas em família podem até não parecer a melhor opção, mas quando você se propõe a executá-lo pode se surpreender.&amp;nbsp;Não deveria haver nada mais importante que esses momentos juntos...É desse nó que precisamos mais que qualquer laço.&lt;br /&gt;Reunindo esses fragmentos, pedaços de bons momentos, teremos alento para toda vida, teremos lembranças e boas estórias, esses momentos fortalecem laços, revelam afinidades, abrem as portas para o diálogo, e nem sempre nos propomos a fazê-lo, dá trabalho, saimos da área de conforto, precisamos interagir, sair do nosso mundinho, levantar os olhos para ver o outro. Não é fácil, mas é preciso, e o saldo de momentos assim é super positivo, revigora, reune, acalma, afaga, desestressa, recarrega, enche nossa alma de bons sentimentos para outro período de separação pelas atribulações da vida, pela rotina, pelas obrigações, esses momentos nos salvam até a próxima farra, até nosso próximo encontro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8804625217905961886?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8804625217905961886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8804625217905961886' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8804625217905961886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8804625217905961886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/um-fim-de-semana-com-familia-reunida-e.html' title='Tempos Modernos...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tc11FTvCySo/TgfSWa4OvkI/AAAAAAAANQE/Vb3MUOyqdLY/s72-c/familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-5882352620540615685</id><published>2011-06-22T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:29:43.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Época boa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_528337693"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_528337694"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4AOQwI0pbY/TgKUtdHVk6I/AAAAAAAANPs/cI7GbD3uyBI/s1600/chuva.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4AOQwI0pbY/TgKUtdHVk6I/AAAAAAAANPs/cI7GbD3uyBI/s320/chuva.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o cheiro no ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Vejo a chuva chegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Com gotas suaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Caindo devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ou descontrolada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Chuva pesada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Adoro o cheiro de terra molhada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;De roupa encharcada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Adoro o barulho no telhado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ou caindo no cano ao lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Vento uivando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Janelas lavando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Carro embaçando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Me pego recordando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lembro de quando era pequena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A vida não era um dilema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;e pegar chuva não era problema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Corria com barcos de papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Feliz com a água do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Enchurrada levando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Meu barco boiando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Quase afundando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas não queria parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E eu só pedia pra mais chuva rolar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Onde água mais forte caisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Qualquer bica que existisse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tava eu lá&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;pulando sem parar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A vida era uma festa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Lembrança é só o que resta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;De tudo que brincava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Do tanto que aproveitava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sem preocupação com nada&lt;br /&gt;Tive uma infância feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tantas coisas boas eu fiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ô época boa danada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A saudade me diz...&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/6870746316668763250-5882352620540615685?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5882352620540615685/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5882352620540615685' title='29 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5882352620540615685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5882352620540615685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/epoca-boa.html' title='Época boa...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w4AOQwI0pbY/TgKUtdHVk6I/AAAAAAAANPs/cI7GbD3uyBI/s72-c/chuva.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6751185903143538017</id><published>2011-06-21T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:17:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gNJ7euTl7c/TgDAL1mAD8I/AAAAAAAANO4/xbHV43YmC3o/s1600/feminino_luar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gNJ7euTl7c/TgDAL1mAD8I/AAAAAAAANO4/xbHV43YmC3o/s320/feminino_luar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Caminho pouco mais segura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Quem sabe mais madura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cabeça erguida, decidida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;como se deve caminhar pela vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Deixei pra trás a decepção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Parei de caminhar na contra mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O presente já é um passado recente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas há um passado distante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tímido e inconstante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Desastrado, desencontrado&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que jamais será apagado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Não sei como será o amanhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Desejo com todo afã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que seja iluminado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Luar no mar prateado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Manhã de verão brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Brisa refrescante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Quando o futuro virar passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Quero você, filhos e netos ao lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ter estórias interessantes para contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Momentos bons para recordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-6751185903143538017?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6751185903143538017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6751185903143538017' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6751185903143538017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6751185903143538017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/presente-passado.html' title='Presente passado'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6gNJ7euTl7c/TgDAL1mAD8I/AAAAAAAANO4/xbHV43YmC3o/s72-c/feminino_luar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1256105265912661326</id><published>2011-06-20T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:07:47.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias Cinzentos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA_8bKwh6x4/TdvsSaQbIjI/AAAAAAAANI8/Lj17eQ761-k/s1600/dia-cinzento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA_8bKwh6x4/TdvsSaQbIjI/AAAAAAAANI8/Lj17eQ761-k/s320/dia-cinzento.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias cinzentos&lt;br /&gt;sem frescor&lt;br /&gt;Dias de chuva&lt;br /&gt;sem cor&lt;br /&gt;Dias de tédio&lt;br /&gt;Sem sabor&lt;br /&gt;Dias sem vontade&lt;br /&gt;Sem amor&lt;br /&gt;Dias sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sem pudor&lt;br /&gt;Dias sem coragem&lt;br /&gt;Sem calor&lt;br /&gt;Sem naturalidade&lt;br /&gt;Sem disponibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Dias de ficar quieto&lt;br /&gt;Sem ninguém por perto&lt;br /&gt;Dias sonolentos&lt;br /&gt;Misto de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Dias de reflexão&lt;br /&gt;De sonho e solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-1256105265912661326?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1256105265912661326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1256105265912661326' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1256105265912661326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/1256105265912661326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/dias-cinzentos.html' title='Dias Cinzentos....'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA_8bKwh6x4/TdvsSaQbIjI/AAAAAAAANI8/Lj17eQ761-k/s72-c/dia-cinzento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6552571620360987699</id><published>2011-06-17T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:43:47.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um Brasil melhor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80Bu-NSbNYg/TfvReUYW5JI/AAAAAAAANMw/4Ubz9wqMLKE/s1600/Brasil+fazer+muito+mais+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80Bu-NSbNYg/TfvReUYW5JI/AAAAAAAANMw/4Ubz9wqMLKE/s320/Brasil+fazer+muito+mais+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversa vai, conversa vem, escutei o seguinte comentário:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; "Quem diz que gosta do Brasil só pode estar mentindo ou brincando..." &lt;br /&gt;Oi? Como assim? Discordo totalmente, nosso País é lindo com lugares encantadores, paisagens de cinema, povo hospitaleiro, amigável,&amp;nbsp;um clima ameno,&amp;nbsp;nossa cultura é rica, temos uma diversidade cultural infinita, melhor e maior carnaval do mundo, ótimos músicos, compositores, bandas, cantores, tivemos Legião Urbana, Airton Senna, temos Pelé e Ronaldo, típico brasileiro que não desiste nunca....Tivemos a irreverência dos Mamonas, a perseverança de Herbert Vianna.&lt;br /&gt;Temos belas festas típicas, povo otimista, festivo e festeiro, que não se intimida diante das adversiaddes da vida....São tantas as coisas para se orgulhar e amar nesse País que nem me passa pela cabeça dizer ou pensar diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Veja, não estou aqui dizendo que não temos dificuldades, temos muitas...Favelas, violência, diferença social vertiginosa, políticos corruptos, impostos absurdos e outras coisas mais...No entanto, devemos agradecer por não termos vulcões que podem entrar em atividade a qualquer momento, por não termos terremotos, tsunamis, maremotos, furacões, ventanas, tornados, e outros vendavais do tipo...Não precisamos reconstruir nossas casas pelo menos uma vez por ano por causa desses eventos, não precisamos tirar uma montanha de neve da frente da nossa casa para ir trabalhar, não temos que temer tempestades de neve, viver com neve é bonito só em filmes...E olhe, olhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas nada nos impede, podemos ir dar uma espiadinha e voltar correndo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sou apaixonada pelo Brasil, independente da imagem que façam a nosso respeito lá fora, &amp;nbsp;quando eles vem aqui se encantam e ficam maravilhados, povo simpático, de bem com a vida, receptivos, comidas deliciosas, praias lindas, não tem como ser diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pra mim o que destrói nosso Brasil pode ser resumido em corrupção, ganância e falta de justiça eficiente. &lt;br /&gt;Se as pessoas se preocupassem mais em ser do que em ter....Em maltratar menos o próximo e o meio ambiente, destruir menos nosso futuro, não desmatar por dinheiro a nossa Amazônia, se lembrássemos de preservar mais, destruir menos...Se tentássemos ver o mundo como unidade e não como fração, e nos ver como irmãos, talvez houvesse chance, com essa nova consciência, visando o bem geral, o todo...&lt;br /&gt;Se nossos políticos fossem mais honestos, até mesmo patriotas e olhassem além do próprio umbigo quase tudo seria diferente....&amp;nbsp;nossas crianças teriam educação e alimentação, as estradas e ruas não seriam sem manutenção, esburacadas e &amp;nbsp;precárias, nossos professores, policiais e bombeiros teriam um salário decente para fazer seu trabalho com dedicação e orgulho, o mínimo seria suficiente, não haveria uma distinção nos preços dos produtos vendidos aqui ou lá fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;nossos impostos não seriam absurdos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;isso geraria mais empregos e levaria a menos miséria, o crédito poderia ser dado como uma opção para que todos tivessem chance de ter a sua casa própria, com juros decentes, não para deixar os bancos com mais e mais dinheiro...Em modelo à hipoteca que há em outros Países...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquele que fosse pego em qualquer ato que envolvesse até "suspeita" de corrupção, tivesse uma pena severa e que realmente fosse aplicada, desta forma, tudo poderia ser diferente....Simplesmente se nossa justiça não fosse tão lenta, cheia de brechas e possibilidades que servem apenas para proteger quem não tem razão...Tudo poderia ser diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, no momento, isso é só mais uma utopia, de mais uma brasileira que gostaria de ver seu País da forma como ele poderia e &amp;nbsp;tem potencial pra ser, mas não é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Infelizmente, nada é perfeito, mesmo assim, pesando os prós e os contras, ainda sou brasileira nata e tenho orgullho disso, acredito em dias melhores, em políticos mais humanos, em educação e respeito para com o próximo, em não jogar lixo no chão, em uma forma qualquer de fazer a mudança começar...E cada um fazendo a sua parte mesmo que possa parecer pouco e insignificante, &amp;nbsp;NUNCA é...Toda mudança precisa começar de alguma forma...&lt;b&gt;Depende de nós.&lt;/b&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/6870746316668763250-6552571620360987699?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6552571620360987699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6552571620360987699' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6552571620360987699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6552571620360987699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/por-um-brasil-melhor.html' title='Por um Brasil melhor...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80Bu-NSbNYg/TfvReUYW5JI/AAAAAAAANMw/4Ubz9wqMLKE/s72-c/Brasil+fazer+muito+mais+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8415018042730425190</id><published>2011-06-13T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:47:42.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0bgXea-e7M/Td-TNUh9cfI/AAAAAAAANJc/o5l6gaPjGJ4/s1600/destino_mar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0bgXea-e7M/Td-TNUh9cfI/AAAAAAAANJc/o5l6gaPjGJ4/s320/destino_mar1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se posso chamar de destino&lt;br /&gt;Ondas que nos levam pra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual barquinho de papel&lt;br /&gt;Impotente na correnteza que vai encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o quanto tente desesperadamente suportar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O universo conspira sabiamente&lt;br /&gt;Nos mostra que erramos constantemente&lt;br /&gt;Embora com vontade de acertar&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas entram e saem da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem licença ou despedida&lt;br /&gt;pessoas chegam sem planejar&lt;br /&gt;Outras que se vão sem avisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se posso chamar de destino&lt;br /&gt;Esse caminho que vamos trilhar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se posso chamar de destino&lt;br /&gt;Ou se a linha traçada podemos alterar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo parece fora de lugar&lt;br /&gt;E não temos mais peças para encaixar&lt;br /&gt;Quebra-cabeça que não dá pra montar&lt;br /&gt;Nos sentimos sem forças para lutar&lt;br /&gt;Então passamos a nos questionar...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que algo maior quer te conduzir&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não queira se deixar seduzir&lt;br /&gt;Prumo que te direciona sem você marcar&lt;br /&gt;Estrela guia que te leva a outro lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se posso chamar de destino&lt;br /&gt;As folhas que ficam pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos que seguem na contra-mão&lt;br /&gt;Encontros e desencontros da paixão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a culpa é do destino&lt;br /&gt;Se as chances desperdiçamos&lt;br /&gt;Em besteiras nos agarramos&lt;br /&gt;Em mentiras acreditamos&lt;br /&gt;O coração não escutamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o destino nos deixa ganhar uma jogada&lt;br /&gt;Ou é carta marcada,&amp;nbsp;na manga guardada&lt;br /&gt;Simples traço de um compasso&lt;br /&gt;linha perpendicular&lt;br /&gt;Rascunho de um desenho que não podemos criar&lt;br /&gt;Rabisco do lugar onde gostaríamos&amp;nbsp;de estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é destino, seja lá o que for&lt;br /&gt;O nome na verdade nunca importou&lt;br /&gt;E sim os sonhos despedaçados pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;A ave triste por não encontrar seu ninho&lt;br /&gt;O estranho enredo que o autor criou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8415018042730425190?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8415018042730425190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8415018042730425190' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8415018042730425190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8415018042730425190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/destino.html' title='Destino'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0bgXea-e7M/Td-TNUh9cfI/AAAAAAAANJc/o5l6gaPjGJ4/s72-c/destino_mar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7581453534154544191</id><published>2011-06-12T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:00:22.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultive a criança em você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJWf51Gt8es/TfUcsNr4j3I/AAAAAAAANKM/R8NEE0y38TY/s1600/casal-de-idosos-brincando-2c97e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJWf51Gt8es/TfUcsNr4j3I/AAAAAAAANKM/R8NEE0y38TY/s320/casal-de-idosos-brincando-2c97e.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivo a criança que há em mim&lt;br /&gt;Para que ela nunca tenha fim&lt;br /&gt;Deixo ela se mostrar &lt;br /&gt;Sempre que me chama pra brincar&lt;br /&gt;A vida vista com esses olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fica mais fácil de se levar&lt;br /&gt;Vejo beleza nas coisas simples&lt;br /&gt;Sou otimista nas horas tristes&lt;br /&gt;Acredito na capacidade de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo vendo desenho em nuvens&lt;br /&gt;Continuo rindo até chorar&lt;br /&gt;O mar me deixa enfadada&lt;br /&gt;Falo besteira e dou risada&lt;br /&gt;Curto patinar e pedalar&lt;br /&gt;Algodão doce com gosto de quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Se mela o dedo ou lambuza tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Danço sem parar pra me acabar&lt;br /&gt;Música no último volume pra cantar &lt;br /&gt;Gosto de dirigir cantando e dançando&lt;br /&gt;Sem me importar com quem estiver olhando&lt;br /&gt;Comer com as mãos o que der vontade &lt;br /&gt;E chorar de preferência de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cultivo o hábito de escrever&lt;br /&gt;E de pessoas importantes não esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Guardo coisas boas no coração&lt;br /&gt;Coisas ruins largo de mão&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim e não pretendo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho alguns sonhos pra realizar&lt;br /&gt;e Muitas idéias para ajustar&lt;br /&gt;Listo lugares pra conhecer&lt;br /&gt;E coisas que ainda tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero cada instante aproveitar&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais com a vida me encantar&lt;br /&gt;O tempo pode rapidamente passar&lt;br /&gt;E eu até posso envelhecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto eu viver&lt;br /&gt;A criança em mim nunca vai crescer e nem morrer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7581453534154544191?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7581453534154544191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7581453534154544191' 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-6870746316668763250.post-8315927909189353440</id><published>2011-06-08T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:12:38.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sndsEEaHjc/TfAQRlpE5gI/AAAAAAAANKE/NE1BGkAy1NU/s1600/amigos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sndsEEaHjc/TfAQRlpE5gI/AAAAAAAANKE/NE1BGkAy1NU/s320/amigos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é cheia de mudanças&lt;br /&gt;mudanças de atitude, de visual, de lugar, de ambiente&lt;br /&gt;mudanças de todos os tipos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida nos leva por caminhos secretos&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes misteriosos&lt;br /&gt;Os quais nem sempre compreendemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais mudanças que ocorra em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;nunca deixarei de ser gratas pelos amigos&lt;br /&gt;amigos que fiz ao longo do tempo&lt;br /&gt;nos lugares que passei&lt;br /&gt;nas diferentes situações&lt;br /&gt;em diferentes lugares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nos mostra que um amigo é precioso&lt;br /&gt;precisamos dos amigos sempre&lt;br /&gt;quando temos problemas e quando encontramos as soluções&lt;br /&gt;quando estamos quebrados e quando estamos bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando estamos tristes precisamos mais&lt;br /&gt;não menos do que quando alegres estamos&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos dos amigos, não muitos, suficientes&lt;br /&gt;podem ser poucos e bons&lt;br /&gt;amigos verdadeiros que estão sempre ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;não importa o que haja&lt;br /&gt;seja aconselhando&lt;br /&gt;aprontando, divertindo&lt;br /&gt;amigos que torcem e vibram&lt;br /&gt;que se entristecem e sorriem junto&lt;br /&gt;amigos apenas estão lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer dia, hora ou lugar&lt;br /&gt;é só chamar...&lt;br /&gt;quando precisamos&lt;br /&gt;de uma palavra amiga&lt;br /&gt;de um colo, de uma presença no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;De um puxão de orelha&lt;br /&gt;e quando não precisamos de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos não mudam com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;nem com a situação&lt;br /&gt;amigos não são por um verão&lt;br /&gt;amigos não são de estação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos não são por conveniência&lt;br /&gt;nem por convivência&lt;br /&gt;nem em quanto estamos precisando&lt;br /&gt;amigos não são descartáveis&lt;br /&gt;amigos são amigos independente de tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é tão difícil e precioso um amigo&lt;br /&gt;fácil de encontrar, difícil de cultivar&lt;br /&gt;nunca sabemos o que deles esperar&lt;br /&gt;ou se vamos nos decepcionar&lt;br /&gt;descobrimos um amigo quando precisamos dele&lt;br /&gt;para dividir uma conquista&lt;br /&gt;para reclamar uma derrota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amigos verdadeiros não se esquece&lt;br /&gt;a distância não afasta&lt;br /&gt;a fofoca não distrói&lt;br /&gt;a amizade verdadeira continua&lt;br /&gt;embora com percalços no caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esses percalços nos mostram&lt;br /&gt;mais cedo ou mais tarde&lt;br /&gt;quais são os amigos de verdade&lt;br /&gt;nos mostram os "amigos" que temos&lt;br /&gt;os que podemos contar&lt;br /&gt;os que são sinceros&lt;br /&gt;os que podemos lembrar&lt;br /&gt;os que devemos amar&lt;br /&gt;e os que precisamos esquecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8315927909189353440?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8315927909189353440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1sndsEEaHjc/TfAQRlpE5gI/AAAAAAAANKE/NE1BGkAy1NU/s72-c/amigos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-5011784484698607090</id><published>2011-06-02T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T18:13:13.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo viajar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geThl_BHH7Q/TehKCgMAwJI/AAAAAAAANJ0/9ZdlRC2drO4/s1600/voyage_063%255B1%255D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geThl_BHH7Q/TehKCgMAwJI/AAAAAAAANJ0/9ZdlRC2drO4/s320/voyage_063%255B1%255D.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MALA ARRUMADA&lt;br /&gt;PÉ NA ESTRADA&lt;br /&gt;AMO VIAJAR&lt;br /&gt;SOL NO ROSTO, SOM BEM ALTO&lt;br /&gt;VOU APROVEITAR&lt;br /&gt;CONHECER NOVOS LUGARES&lt;br /&gt;NAVEGAR POR OUTROS MARES&lt;br /&gt;CARRO, MOTO, NAVIO OU AVIÃO&lt;br /&gt;PODE ATÉ SER DE BUSÃO&lt;br /&gt;O RITUAL ME CAUSA EXCITAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;PLANEJAR O ROTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;PASSEAR O DIA INTEIRO&lt;br /&gt;EM NOVAS PRAIAS MERGULHAR&lt;br /&gt;BALADA, AMIGOS, PAISAGEM&lt;br /&gt;MOSAICO DA NOSSA VIAGEM&lt;br /&gt;HOTEL, RESORT&lt;br /&gt;BARRACA OU POUSADA&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO FICO EMPOLGADA&lt;br /&gt;QUALQUER LUGAR É LUGAR&lt;br /&gt;FAZER PROGRAMA DE TURISTA&lt;br /&gt;FOTOGRAFAR, REVELAR&lt;br /&gt;COMIDAS DIFERENTES PROVAR&lt;br /&gt;RESTAURANTES NOVOS VISITAR&lt;br /&gt;SAIR PRA BALADA &lt;br /&gt;VOLTAR ACABADA &lt;br /&gt;DORMIR E ACORDAR EM OUTRO LUGAR&lt;br /&gt;APROVEITAR PRA NAMORAR&lt;br /&gt;E POR MELHOR QUE SEJA A VIAGEM&lt;br /&gt;TÃO GOSTOSO QUANTO É VOLTAR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5011784484698607090?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5011784484698607090/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5011784484698607090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5011784484698607090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5011784484698607090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/amo-viajar.html' title='Amo viajar...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-geThl_BHH7Q/TehKCgMAwJI/AAAAAAAANJ0/9ZdlRC2drO4/s72-c/voyage_063%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8484760973468156368</id><published>2011-06-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:50:31.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversa com o céu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Al8p9-wfRRc/Tea4YrKXX6I/AAAAAAAANJs/JFAIDEVMu9Y/s1600/JESUS.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Al8p9-wfRRc/Tea4YrKXX6I/AAAAAAAANJs/JFAIDEVMu9Y/s320/JESUS.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CIDADE DORME&lt;br /&gt;LUZES SE APAGAM&lt;br /&gt;NO ESCURO DO MEU QUARTO&lt;br /&gt;EU TENTO NÃO LEMBRAR&lt;br /&gt;BUSCO NO SILÊNCIO&lt;br /&gt;UM "TIME" PRA PARAR&lt;br /&gt;O SOM DO SILÊNCIO&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMAS VEZES É BARULHENTO&lt;br /&gt;EU NÃO CONSIGO RELAXAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEUS PENSAMENTOS VIAJAM&lt;br /&gt;PALAVRAS SOLTAS NAVEGAM&lt;br /&gt;A DERIVA SEM ANCORAR...&lt;br /&gt;PROCURO MONTAR AS PEÇAS&lt;br /&gt;APARAR ALGUMAS ARESTAS&lt;br /&gt;ALGUM PORTO ENCONTRAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANTAS RESPOSTAS SEM SOLUÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;APARENTEMENTE SEM RAZÃO&lt;br /&gt;UM NÓ NA GARGANTA SE FAZ&lt;br /&gt;E SÓ EM LÁGRIMAS SE DESFAZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AINDA SINTO MUITO SUA FALTA&lt;br /&gt;ESSA É A VERDADE&lt;br /&gt;MAIS DE DEZ ANOS SE PASSARAM&lt;br /&gt;TANTAS COISAS MUDARAM&lt;br /&gt;MAS A SAUDADE NUNCA VAI PASSAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEM VOCÊ NÃO SEI SORRIR&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SOU BOA EM MENTIR&lt;br /&gt;OS ANOS VÃO SE ARRASTAR&lt;br /&gt;E ESSA PERDA NUNCA VOU SUPERAR&lt;br /&gt;SUA FALTA É SEMPRE TÃO PRESENTE&lt;br /&gt;E EU ME SINTO TÃO IMPOTENTE&lt;br /&gt;INFELIZMENTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEREI PARA SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;DO JEITO QUE ME ENSINOU A SER&lt;br /&gt;NÃO QUERO MUDAR&lt;br /&gt;GOSTO DO JEITO QUE ESTÁ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PENSO SEMPRE EM VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;NO QUE PODERIA QUERER&lt;br /&gt;NO QUE DEVO FAZER&lt;br /&gt;NO QUE IRIA PENSAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRAR VOCÊ É TÃO CONSTANTE&lt;br /&gt;VOCÊ SEMPRE SERÁ TÃO IMPORTANTE&lt;br /&gt;MINHA VIDA ESTÁ MARCADA PELA SUA PRESENÇA&lt;br /&gt;MAS, TUDO QUE ENCONTRO É SUA AUSÊNCIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESDE QUE VOCÊ SE FOI&lt;br /&gt;MEU CAMINHO É CHEIO DE INCERTEZAS&lt;br /&gt;MAS, EU SEI QUE PRECISO SEGUIR&lt;br /&gt;MESMO SEM SABER AONDE IR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8484760973468156368?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8484760973468156368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8484760973468156368' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8484760973468156368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8484760973468156368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversa-com-o-ceu.html' title='Conversa com o céu...'/><author><name>Paula 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkTT7sVHv7c/TeEf4tSFTbI/AAAAAAAANJk/MQuka38So_Y/s320/jardim-florido.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me abraça enquanto não tenho o passado no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;me liberta porque eu preciso continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estou a um passo de aprender a viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O colo do futuro quer me acolher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ventos do presente a me avisar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que outros ares vou respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Eu vou passeando pela vida assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;como que por um infinito jardim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;reparo em belas flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;nos seus cheiros, nas suas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Descubro novos sabores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Trago lembranças de alguns amores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vejo esperança em cada sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Encontrei a paz que eu preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho muito do que fui em tudo que sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O caminho difícil não me mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sinto cheiro de mato molhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Que a chuva veio beijar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Acordo com pássaros cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a natureza brindando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;a alegria de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vou assim descobrindo a magia de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho as mãos de Deus a me guiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;E teus braços a me proteger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2985822606077764200?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2985822606077764200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2985822606077764200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2985822606077764200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2985822606077764200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/05/renascer.html' title='Renascer...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wkTT7sVHv7c/TeEf4tSFTbI/AAAAAAAANJk/MQuka38So_Y/s72-c/jardim-florido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4488203169359619579</id><published>2011-05-26T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:33:37.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um grão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zc74lMHCJTo/Td7UuQodXJI/AAAAAAAANJU/Qujzt3hZhI8/s1600/maos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zc74lMHCJTo/Td7UuQodXJI/AAAAAAAANJU/Qujzt3hZhI8/s320/maos1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o bem &lt;br /&gt;Exercício diário&lt;br /&gt;Acaba sendo&lt;br /&gt;Fato secundário&lt;br /&gt;Compreender o sofrimento alheio&lt;br /&gt;Buscar ver com o coração&lt;br /&gt;Enxergar quem não se conhece&lt;br /&gt;Se compadecer&lt;br /&gt;Buscar entender&lt;br /&gt;Pensar além do muro&lt;br /&gt;Olhar além do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Perceber a vida, não dimensionar&lt;br /&gt;Ela não pode ser resumida&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, nem entendida&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sentida, vivida &lt;br /&gt;A vida é imensa&lt;br /&gt;Viva de forma intensa&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha "pré" conceitos&lt;br /&gt;Não use rótulos&lt;br /&gt;Sobrenome, fama, posição social&lt;br /&gt;Não deixa ninguém a cima do bem e do mal&lt;br /&gt;Tenha humildade para encarar&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe enganar&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro pode acabar&lt;br /&gt;E tudo na vida pode passar&lt;br /&gt;Derrube barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Aumente fronteiras&lt;br /&gt;Dispense olhar só o próprio umbigo&lt;br /&gt;Não espere estar numa pior para entender&lt;br /&gt;É preciso querer ver&lt;br /&gt;Não apenas olhar&lt;br /&gt;E sim aceitar...&lt;br /&gt;Em cada canto&lt;br /&gt;Há esquinas ocupadas&lt;br /&gt;Gente desabrigada&lt;br /&gt;Necessitados para ajudar&lt;br /&gt;pra não ver, é preciso cegar&lt;br /&gt;Milhões de desculpas pode-se arrumar&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se quer ver&lt;br /&gt;Nada se há de fazer&lt;br /&gt;Mas a realidade continua lá&lt;br /&gt;Troque de lugar por instantes&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tão inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça de lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Se coloque na mesma situação&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o lado com atenção&lt;br /&gt;Imagine sua vida diferente&lt;br /&gt;Igual a de tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;É preciso que se tente&lt;br /&gt;Não há segredos&lt;br /&gt;Apenas necessidades&lt;br /&gt;Falta de humanidade&lt;br /&gt;Falta a humildade&lt;br /&gt;Não há melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não há pior&lt;br /&gt;O que há é falta de opção&lt;br /&gt;É preciso compreensão&lt;br /&gt;É preciso ter um coração&lt;br /&gt;É preciso mobilizar&lt;br /&gt;Conscientizar, ajudar&lt;br /&gt;É preciso mudar&lt;br /&gt;Só assim daremos as mãos&lt;br /&gt;Quando decidirmos aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Que somos todos irmãos&lt;br /&gt;Cada um de nós apenas um grão&lt;br /&gt;Parte dessa imensidão&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4488203169359619579?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4488203169359619579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4488203169359619579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4488203169359619579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Bj8kh_ZCk/Td1Do3Pl47I/AAAAAAAANJM/UVIWKwJOIPo/s1600/crian%25C3%25A7a%2Bso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Bj8kh_ZCk/Td1Do3Pl47I/AAAAAAAANJM/UVIWKwJOIPo/s320/crian%25C3%25A7a%2Bso.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo olhando o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos de uma criança&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco perdida&lt;br /&gt;Deixada pra trás, esquecida&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes surpreendida&lt;br /&gt;Com o rumo da vida&lt;br /&gt;Um "quê" de adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Buscando sonhos inconsistentes&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que inconscientes&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos desejos brigando&lt;br /&gt;Tantas ilusões lutando&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa pra trás vou deixando&lt;br /&gt;A cada sonho que fica&lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim é perdida&lt;br /&gt;Pedaço de mim chorando&lt;br /&gt;Embora lágrimas ninguém veja rolando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto que me atormento&lt;br /&gt;Talvez mais que eu possa conquistar&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto sufocar...&lt;br /&gt;Me pego jogando meus sonhos pro ar&lt;br /&gt;E agora planejo ao invés de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas possíveis de alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim que sou&lt;br /&gt;Não fico muito tempo com pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar de ouvir meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou sonhadora e muito otimista&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fé em Deus, tenho fé na vida&lt;br /&gt;Continuo meu caminho trilhando&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sonhos cultivando&lt;br /&gt;Outros planejando&lt;br /&gt;Os que puder, realizando&lt;br /&gt;Os que não der, arquivando&lt;br /&gt;Mas NUNCA meus sonhos destruindo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca desistindo&lt;br /&gt;E assim vou seguindo&lt;br /&gt;As vezes feliz, vezes chorando&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre plantando&lt;br /&gt;Alguns sonhos guardando&lt;br /&gt;Outros colhendo&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia, quem sabe, envelheça&lt;br /&gt;E dos sonhos que não realizei esqueça&lt;br /&gt;Pois sofre menos, quem não pode lembrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2305720925600089691?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2305720925600089691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2305720925600089691' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2305720925600089691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2305720925600089691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-vejo-olhando-o-mundo-com-olhos-de.html' title='like a child...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w1Bj8kh_ZCk/Td1Do3Pl47I/AAAAAAAANJM/UVIWKwJOIPo/s72-c/crian%25C3%25A7a%2Bso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7131952415906439238</id><published>2011-05-24T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T18:56:03.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você em mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCiVachurY0/Tdxg49srRvI/AAAAAAAANJE/I3ZSogpXv3o/s1600/entrelacado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCiVachurY0/Tdxg49srRvI/AAAAAAAANJE/I3ZSogpXv3o/s320/entrelacado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites quentes&lt;br /&gt;Estrelas cadentes&lt;br /&gt;Perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;Próximo de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Encontro de almas&lt;br /&gt;Paz, calma&lt;br /&gt;Mas também turbilhão&lt;br /&gt;Meio amor, meio paixão&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento raro&lt;br /&gt;Frio na barriga&lt;br /&gt;Coração disparado&lt;br /&gt;Pernas bambas&lt;br /&gt;Beijo demorado&lt;br /&gt;Poemas encantados&lt;br /&gt;Gestos ensaiados&lt;br /&gt;Textos musicados&lt;br /&gt;Amor desajeitado&lt;br /&gt;Desejo louco&lt;br /&gt;Fica mais um pouco&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Te vejo sem te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Te sinto sem te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que não foram ditas&lt;br /&gt;Vozes em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Me falam em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem recordar&lt;br /&gt;Loucuras impensadas&lt;br /&gt;Vontades desvairadas&lt;br /&gt;Sem palavras&lt;br /&gt;Sem pudores&lt;br /&gt;Sem mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Sem rancores&lt;br /&gt;Sem limites&lt;br /&gt;Desejos e fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Sem hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu em você&lt;br /&gt;Você em mim&lt;br /&gt;Agarrados&lt;br /&gt;Entrelaçados&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre apaixonados...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7131952415906439238?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7131952415906439238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cCiVachurY0/Tdxg49srRvI/AAAAAAAANJE/I3ZSogpXv3o/s72-c/entrelacado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-325394853409170260</id><published>2011-05-23T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:00:21.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7zpGrGoHYc/TdstHWUh7fI/AAAAAAAANI0/Ss8Y8VxWjr8/s1600/paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7zpGrGoHYc/TdstHWUh7fI/AAAAAAAANI0/Ss8Y8VxWjr8/s320/paixao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não resisto &lt;br /&gt;Não desisto&lt;br /&gt;Não me entrego&lt;br /&gt;Não te nego&lt;br /&gt;Não te procuro&lt;br /&gt;Não me seguro&lt;br /&gt;Não me aceito&lt;br /&gt;Não te rejeito&lt;br /&gt;Não te abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Não me castigo&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixo&lt;br /&gt;Não me queixo&lt;br /&gt;Não ao nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada não...&lt;br /&gt;Coisas pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Não vou embora&lt;br /&gt;E não te deixo partir&lt;br /&gt;Não é a hora&lt;br /&gt;Não é tempo de seguir&lt;br /&gt;Teu laço não desatei&lt;br /&gt;Marcas não cicatrizei&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos em vão&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;saudade do que não fiz&lt;br /&gt;Destino traçado a giz&lt;br /&gt;O vento vai apagar&lt;br /&gt;Novo amor vai te curar&lt;br /&gt;E a vida vai seguir&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode se iludir&lt;br /&gt;te empurrando, te ignorando&lt;br /&gt;O mundo segue girando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-325394853409170260?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/325394853409170260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=325394853409170260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/325394853409170260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/325394853409170260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/05/nada-nao.html' title='Nada não...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7zpGrGoHYc/TdstHWUh7fI/AAAAAAAANI0/Ss8Y8VxWjr8/s72-c/paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3896836195247274596</id><published>2011-05-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T08:05:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal qual a Phenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcrejjhAeSI/TcAZo-CkmzI/AAAAAAAANIM/SsxQdBJY69g/s1600/phenix%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="251" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcrejjhAeSI/TcAZo-CkmzI/AAAAAAAANIM/SsxQdBJY69g/s320/phenix%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse não é mais um poema de amor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto te dizer que o sentimento acabou&lt;br /&gt;O que achou que fosse acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre te querendo, te desejando&lt;br /&gt;Como tola me entregando&lt;br /&gt;Sem ver nada acontecer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamentável meu bem, não tenho nem lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas se ainda tens essa esperança&lt;br /&gt;Recordar pra que, se só me fez sofrer?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto desapontá-lo mais tudo na vida tem um fim&lt;br /&gt;Não seria diferente para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante tanto tempo o seu amor eu desejei&lt;br /&gt;Me machuquei, me torturei, quase rastejei&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei ao fim do poço e não queria mais voltar&lt;br /&gt;Que graça teria viver sem ter você, sem poder te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um sopro de amor próprio felizmente eu senti&lt;br /&gt;E tal qual a Phoenix de repente, das cinzas me ergui&lt;br /&gt;Ressurgi mais forte e mais decidida&lt;br /&gt;Resolvi te eliminar da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia ao acaso me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Linda, feliz e o arrependimento te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que ao meu lado tu poderias estar&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesses dar valor ao meu amor, se soubesses amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3896836195247274596?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3896836195247274596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3896836195247274596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3896836195247274596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/3896836195247274596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/05/tal-qual-phenix.html' title='Tal qual a Phenix'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcrejjhAeSI/TcAZo-CkmzI/AAAAAAAANIM/SsxQdBJY69g/s72-c/phenix%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3177025672988450071</id><published>2011-05-03T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T06:37:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ESSA LETRA DISPENSA COMENTÁRIOS...AMO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Az1a26JE2wI/TcAIZFQJbtI/AAAAAAAANIE/ThbDRMfR5uI/s1600/choro_na_chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Az1a26JE2wI/TcAIZFQJbtI/AAAAAAAANIE/ThbDRMfR5uI/s320/choro_na_chuva.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa chuva que não pára me faz pensar&lt;br /&gt;tantos bons momentos vividos para lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Tal qual a flor que morre sem calor&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você e daquele nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Mas a chuva não deixa o sol aparecer&lt;br /&gt;sem sol não há nada que possa florescer&lt;br /&gt;só o meu amor por você&lt;br /&gt;Só esse amor por você&lt;br /&gt;Quando essa chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;e o vento levar tudo que quero afastar&lt;br /&gt;quero poder então ao menos sonhar &lt;br /&gt;que você...sem ter nem porque&lt;br /&gt;também pensa em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Quando a chuva passar&lt;br /&gt;e a água lavar meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe possa também&lt;br /&gt;purificar meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas a chuva não cansa de cair&lt;br /&gt;Chuva cai em mim&lt;br /&gt;Caio em mim&lt;br /&gt;Minha vontade sorri de mim&lt;br /&gt;Meu desejo vem me sufocar&lt;br /&gt;estou prestes a ceder&lt;br /&gt;com saudades de você...&lt;br /&gt;Essa saudade, essa vontade&lt;br /&gt;não sei nem o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;Rezo pra chuva enfim passar&lt;br /&gt;a calmaria me&amp;nbsp;alcançar&lt;br /&gt;que eu possa de manhã despertar&lt;br /&gt;sem correr pra te encontrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-6004114310119229123?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Az1a26JE2wI/TcAIZFQJbtI/AAAAAAAANIE/ThbDRMfR5uI/s72-c/choro_na_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7740491472227717393</id><published>2011-05-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:59:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Quero tudo ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo a toda hora&lt;br /&gt;Com pouco não me contento&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo e isso me devora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa necessidades de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Se perde na vastidão do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho tempo para ser tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não sei lutar contra o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo querendo ser tudo sem saber como&lt;br /&gt;Sigo querendo ter tudo sem saber quando&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me livrar da angustia das horas&lt;br /&gt;Preciso entender que o relógio me ignora&lt;br /&gt;Passa mesmo a contratempo&lt;br /&gt;Passa sem dó, sem demora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso parar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;Para ter tudo em poucas horas&lt;br /&gt;Minha ansiedade precisa de alento&lt;br /&gt;Minhas necessidades precisam de horas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7740491472227717393?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7740491472227717393/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7740491472227717393' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7740491472227717393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7740491472227717393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/05/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4132828406718268675</id><published>2011-04-28T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:14:35.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMA...</title><content type='html'>Alma, és transparente&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim tem teus tons&lt;br /&gt;translúcida,&amp;nbsp;irreverente&lt;br /&gt;inebriante, envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes estás quieta&lt;br /&gt;No entanto me inquieta...&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do peito aperta&lt;br /&gt;Queres pular, me mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Me ensinar a te ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei me calar...&lt;br /&gt;transparece, quase enlouquece&lt;br /&gt;És o que parece?&lt;br /&gt;sem máscaras&lt;br /&gt;sem invenções&lt;br /&gt;Transparente,&amp;nbsp;furta cor&lt;br /&gt;bela e sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;sincera e guerreira&lt;br /&gt;Podes iluminar&lt;br /&gt;o mais profundo fosso&lt;br /&gt;o mais longo túnel&lt;br /&gt;E nas trevas brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Já te vi ir e voltar...Sem apagar.&lt;br /&gt;Tua luz ilumina a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Aquece o coração&lt;br /&gt;De quem se achegar&lt;br /&gt;Podes&amp;nbsp;alcançar&amp;nbsp;o que quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Podes voar, caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Se soltar enquanto eu sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se perca pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dos seus mistérios para viver&lt;br /&gt;Da sua luz para me aquecer&lt;br /&gt;Da sua força para continuar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4132828406718268675?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4132828406718268675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4132828406718268675' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4132828406718268675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4132828406718268675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/04/alma.html' title='ALMA...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-571248043773676269</id><published>2011-04-24T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T17:11:38.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todos os dias temos novos desafios&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos que pensamos que estamos bem&lt;br /&gt;E repentinamente, tudo passa a não ser mais como antes...&lt;br /&gt;Algumas palavras ditas sem pensar&lt;br /&gt;Algumas coisas feitas sem querer &lt;br /&gt;Acontecem para nos ensinar&lt;br /&gt;E já estamos nós novamente dispostos a aprender&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias temos novas lições&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias aprendemos um pouco mais a viver&lt;br /&gt;Nesse livro do destino&amp;nbsp;não sou o único a escrever&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão simples como &amp;nbsp;parece&lt;br /&gt;Viver não é tão fácil como respirar&lt;br /&gt;Alguém nos disse &amp;nbsp;que precisamos nos realizar&lt;br /&gt;Sem maiores explicações...&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos nos virar&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer com tantas&amp;nbsp;expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei por onde começar&lt;br /&gt;Buscar ser completo e realizado&lt;br /&gt;Não é tarefa fácil de&amp;nbsp;alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Quando as coisas não saem como imaginamos&lt;br /&gt;fica difícil não se frustrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas decepção não é arma feita pra matar&lt;br /&gt;E a cada queda que nos levantamos&lt;br /&gt;aprendemos um pouco mais a caminhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7661091092276865617</id><published>2011-04-23T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:33:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em vão...</title><content type='html'>Diversas vezes nos deparamos com algumas coisas que nos tocam&lt;br /&gt;Vemos ou sentimos algo que gostaríamos de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que deveríamos fazer e não fazemos&lt;br /&gt;Deveríamos viver e não vivemos&lt;br /&gt;Por qual motivo estamos amarrados às mesmas atitudes?&lt;br /&gt;Sem ação, nem reação...Apáticos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem sabermos porque, continuamos parados no mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ou caminhamos em&amp;nbsp;círculos&lt;br /&gt;No entanto continuar é uma palavra em movimento&lt;br /&gt;Como seguir...Mudar...Caminhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o continuar nos prende&lt;br /&gt;Às mesmas coisas, às mesmas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Como se algo nos puxasse...&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber como nos mover&lt;br /&gt;Ou do que nos defender&lt;br /&gt;A rotina se instala, nos engole como areia movediça&lt;br /&gt;Tal escultura enfeitiçada&lt;br /&gt;Horas ganha visa , hora vira estátua&lt;br /&gt;Repetimos as mesmas coisas e mantemos os mesmos padrões&lt;br /&gt;enquanto tentamos nos salvar e não&amp;nbsp;soterrar&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber ao certo como mudar, o que mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos assim mesmo, sem saber pra onde ir ou aonde chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Buscando a fórmula de reverter essa situação...&lt;br /&gt;Lutando contra o que não se sabe ao certo...Em vão...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7661091092276865617?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7661091092276865617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7661091092276865617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7661091092276865617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7661091092276865617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/04/em-vao.html' title='Em vão...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3480387366936629063</id><published>2011-03-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:37:11.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text_exposed_root" id="id_4d8f73fe303b42842055694" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;O tamanho de uma vida pode ser dimensionado individualmente, a vida é curta pra quem tem muito a aprender, a aproveitar, a realizar, pra quem tem sede de novas experiências, e muitos sonhos e projetos.No entanto a vida pode ser muito longa para quem não tem objetivos, nem alegria, nem perspectiva e tão pouco sonhos...Pra quem não tem nada a perder...&lt;br /&gt;Viv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;a da melhor forma possível, pois para mim, a vida é curta....=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3480387366936629063?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3480387366936629063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3480387366936629063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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se revelar&lt;br /&gt;de desfilar a fantasia&lt;br /&gt;De se maquiar, se mascarar&lt;br /&gt;Sair do&amp;nbsp;armário, se mostrar&lt;br /&gt;É carnaval é tempo de se atrever&lt;br /&gt;de ousar, de fazer e acontecer&lt;br /&gt;É carnaval e ninguém julga ninguém&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas ficam mais livres&lt;br /&gt;menos&amp;nbsp;hipócritas, mais felizes&lt;br /&gt;se importam menos com a vida alheia&lt;br /&gt;ficam mais fiéis a sua própria vontade&lt;br /&gt;Por isso no carnaval vemos coisas&lt;br /&gt;ouvimos coisas...Fazemos coisas&lt;br /&gt;que em dias comuns não somos capazes&lt;br /&gt;Mas é carnaval...E há desculpa para tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite seu carnaval&lt;br /&gt;seja o que quiser ser, quem quiser ser&lt;br /&gt;Beije quem quiser beijar, ame quem quiser amar&lt;br /&gt;Não existe convenções no carnaval, só&amp;nbsp;diversões&lt;br /&gt;mas um pouco de&amp;nbsp;responsabilidade&amp;nbsp;é bom&lt;br /&gt;pra nos manter vivos para o próximo carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Então se vista de alegria&lt;br /&gt;pule, brinque, cante, dance&lt;br /&gt;resgate aquela fantasia&lt;br /&gt;beije, abrace, fique, ame&lt;br /&gt;carnaval é pura energia&lt;br /&gt;bailes, blocos, troças e festas&lt;br /&gt;dia e noite, noite e dia&lt;br /&gt;aproveite as prévias pra esticar a folia&lt;br /&gt;carnaval mesmo são só quatro dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5455468846017217560?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5455468846017217560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5455468846017217560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Minha cabeça voando por lugares que nunca andei&lt;br /&gt;O meu pensamento não mais me pertence e eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Pelos caminhos por onde andei não me encontrei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus pés cansados, sofrido e pesados&lt;br /&gt;Não querem mais correr nem caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Calejados, dos sapatos apertados&lt;br /&gt;Precisam descalçar&lt;br /&gt;Essa estrada sem asfalto não me leva a nenhum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso descobrir onde quero chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero andar descalça pela estrada que me leve até você&lt;br /&gt;Sentir vontade de andar mais rápido e até correr&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentar na varanda e ver o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;Quero deitar naquela rede e balançar&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o tempo parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o vento em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Quero&amp;nbsp;soltar um sorriso bobo&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter a sensaçãode satisfação&lt;br /&gt;E saber que de passo em passo&lt;br /&gt;Depois&amp;nbsp;de tanto&amp;nbsp;caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei&amp;nbsp;onde eu queria estar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5928794288266766338?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/5928794288266766338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=5928794288266766338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5928794288266766338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/5928794288266766338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2011/02/meus-passos-na-estrada-por-um-caminho.html' title='Passos'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-8319256308929028668</id><published>2011-01-23T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T18:04:55.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é assim...</title><content type='html'>A vida é assim, cheia de altos e baixos, de lições que nem sempre aprendemos, de detalhes nas entrelinhas, nas palavras ditas e nas não ditas, nos conselhos nem sempre seguidos mesmo que ouvidos, a vida é assim uma grande aventura, cheia de emoções, de alegrias, tristezas e paixões, uma estória que cada um de nós poderíamos contar em um filme...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim, nem sempre ganhamos, nem sempre perdemos, nem sempre sorrimos, nem sempre sofremos.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim, não desvendamos viver enquanto temos tempo, demoramos fazendo as nossas próprias experiências, os nossos próprios erros, enquanto envelhecemos...Demoramos tentando concertar, juramos que não vamos mais fazer e depois repetimos tudo novamente...&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim, deveríamos ter duas, uma para aprender e outra pra viver...E&amp;nbsp;provavelmente ainda assim não seria &amp;nbsp;suficiente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8319256308929028668?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8319256308929028668/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-5779966150791678385</id><published>2011-01-07T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T07:33:05.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A vontade vai passar...</title><content type='html'>Alguns dias eu acordo assim&lt;br /&gt;com vontade de você&lt;br /&gt;de te olhar, te tocar, te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Algumas noites é assim&lt;br /&gt;Eu encontro com você&lt;br /&gt;Para inconscientemente me satisfazer&lt;br /&gt;E todo desejo que há em mim acalmar&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao acordar você não está&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te procurar, te ligar ou escrever&lt;br /&gt;Quase domina meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso e não quero fazer isso&lt;br /&gt;Não volto novamente a esse vício&lt;br /&gt;A nada que me traga de volta você...&lt;br /&gt;Desse sonho vou acordar&lt;br /&gt;E de qualquer outro que eu possa sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Vou sempre esperar a vontade passar&lt;br /&gt;esse irracional impulso de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que precise outras vezes rezar&lt;br /&gt;para da minha vida Deus te tirar&lt;br /&gt;Repentinamente&lt;br /&gt;Definitivamente&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais me lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Embora não possa meus sonhos limitar&lt;br /&gt;Posso e devo me afastar&lt;br /&gt;Embora não possa mandar nos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Posso adormecer meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não ousar te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não ousar me arriscar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu ficar bem longe de você&lt;br /&gt;Se eu decidir te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Isso pode e vai acontecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-5779966150791678385?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Futuro</title><content type='html'>Uma nova era se inicia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que o céu se abre&lt;br /&gt;E se molda em um azul tímido&lt;br /&gt;daqueles que aparece no início da manhã&lt;br /&gt;E vai se firmando com a promessa&lt;br /&gt;de um lindo dia de sol&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai se arrumando&lt;br /&gt;como um rio que segue seu curso&lt;br /&gt;A vida segue seu caminho...&lt;br /&gt;As coisas se encaminham naturalmente&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que o&amp;nbsp;percurso&amp;nbsp;é longo&lt;br /&gt;Mas a conquista é certa...&lt;br /&gt;Agindo com o coração cheio de bons sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inevitável a paz ,&amp;nbsp;o sossego da alma&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável a felicidade, e a alegria que vem junto&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável o amor, como você sonhou&lt;br /&gt;tudo que você colhe no futuro é resultado do que no passado você semeou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7163518794419731046?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7163518794419731046/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7163518794419731046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7163518794419731046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7163518794419731046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/12/futuro.html' title='Futuro'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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viver&lt;br /&gt;Necessários para conhecer a si mesmo e o próximo&lt;br /&gt;Nem os mais indiferentes saem imunes das lições da vida&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a viver é uma arte que se aprende na prática&lt;br /&gt;Então vamos viver sabendo que somos e fazemos o melhor&lt;br /&gt;Não&amp;nbsp;esquecendo&amp;nbsp;que sempre podemos mudar, corrigir, aperfeiçoar&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão bom que não possa melhorar&lt;br /&gt;Nada é tão ruim que não possa se modificar&lt;br /&gt;Basta querer e acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8467233079055164154?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8467233079055164154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2048528835512348411</id><published>2010-11-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T17:02:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho bom (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCe_bRwesdM/TcM6jhkwRdI/AAAAAAAANIU/hb_6IyfJAb4/s1600/sono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NCe_bRwesdM/TcM6jhkwRdI/AAAAAAAANIU/hb_6IyfJAb4/s320/sono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua ilumina além da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;A noite entristece o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E nesse momento meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;seguem a te procurar em vão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve como o vento vou em sua direção&lt;br /&gt;Forte com o poder de um furacão&lt;br /&gt;Fecho meus olhos para te buscar&lt;br /&gt;Por onde puder te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez em um sonho bom&lt;br /&gt;Do qual não quero acordar&lt;br /&gt;Te ouvir dizer palavras doces&lt;br /&gt;que nunca poderei escutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter você comigo&lt;br /&gt;Não ter medo do perigo&lt;br /&gt;desconhecer a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Me entregar além do infinito&lt;br /&gt;sem receio em suas mãos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2048528835512348411?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2048528835512348411/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-8991639327251826094?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/8991639327251826094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=8991639327251826094' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8991639327251826094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/8991639327251826094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/11/deixa.html' title='Deixa...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7266707524051696242</id><published>2010-09-03T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T13:31:35.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem me esperar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TIDXUfEOayI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/U7vxzmIY0rQ/s1600/image6677.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TIDXUfEOayI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/U7vxzmIY0rQ/s320/image6677.gif" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos opostos às vezes se cruzam&lt;br /&gt;O rio por fim sempre desagua no mar&lt;br /&gt;minha vida é cheia de tanto vazio&lt;br /&gt;desde que você se foi sem me esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva que rola&amp;nbsp;lavando a saudade&lt;br /&gt;vento que sopra trazendo a verdade&lt;br /&gt;só há tristeza em seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;desde que você se foi sem me esperar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ouro do sol&amp;nbsp;parece sem valor&lt;br /&gt;Nem a lua de prata está tão cheia&amp;nbsp;de cor&lt;br /&gt;Todo tesouro do mundo deixa a desejar&lt;br /&gt;desde que você se foi sem me esperar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TIDXUfEOayI/AAAAAAAAMxQ/U7vxzmIY0rQ/s72-c/image6677.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-7996380183323285545</id><published>2010-09-01T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:12:52.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distância...2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="height: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TH7BO0xWQDI/AAAAAAAAMvo/PeRP-zoDXg0/s320/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A distância entre nós me faz calar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;faz meu coração silenciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;me dá um vazio no peito e um nó na garganta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é uma música sem melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é sentir o sol e não ver o dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é misturar saudade com nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;O som que a saudade tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;não pode ser ouvido por ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é um mal que não se pode curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;é uma noite de chuva sem luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;uma dor que custa a passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No silêncio dos meus pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;encontro você a todo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;vou todos os dias até você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;para que a distância não nos separe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;e a saudade possa então nos juntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pois não há nada no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que não se transforme no breve segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;em que fecho os meus olhos para te encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7996380183323285545?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7996380183323285545/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2208300436609812217</id><published>2010-09-01T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T14:14:40.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é você...(música-2004)</title><content type='html'>Outra vez estou me vendo em seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;sentindo o amor que trago em mim&lt;br /&gt;dividindo segredos ao abraçá-lo&lt;br /&gt;desejando que esse momento não tenha fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é você...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é você pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;me sentir muito amado&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é você...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é você em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Ver seu olhar apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;me sentir desejado&lt;br /&gt;é ter você aqui, assim, pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez estou sonhando acordado&lt;br /&gt;que você está aqui-corpo colado-pertinho de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Então&amp;nbsp;eu posso te olhar, te sentir, te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu te beijar, te provar, te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, vou te dar tanto prazer&lt;br /&gt;vou te fazer enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;você só vai me querer&lt;br /&gt;e só a mim...&lt;br /&gt;essa noite nunca terá fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tudo é você pra mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tudo é estar ao seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;me sentir muito amado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tudo é você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tudo é você em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ver seu olhar apaixonado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;me sentir desejado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;é ter você aqui, assim, pra mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que tudo acabe&lt;br /&gt;junto com o amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;quero você aqui ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;eu só sei te querer, só sei te querer, tudo é você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2208300436609812217?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2208300436609812217/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2208300436609812217' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2208300436609812217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2208300436609812217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/09/musicatudo-e-voce.html' title='Tudo é você...(música-2004)'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-2200607494624753241</id><published>2010-08-10T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:53:01.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Querer você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sem ter&amp;nbsp;porque&lt;br /&gt;sem entender&lt;br /&gt;não ter você&lt;br /&gt;sem perceber&lt;br /&gt;não te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Amar você&lt;br /&gt;sem querer&lt;br /&gt;sem poder&lt;br /&gt;sentir prazer&lt;br /&gt;tentar correr&lt;br /&gt;deixar morrer&lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim sobreviver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2200607494624753241?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-4172112313523664623</id><published>2010-08-10T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:54:10.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade...</title><content type='html'>Saudade não tem hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega sem avisar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não vai embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só pra contrariar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade não tem dó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando bate no peito dá um nó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reduz nossos sonhos a pó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudade traz &amp;nbsp;solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um vazio sem tradução&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensamentos soltos sem razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para fazer essa dor cessar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é só você vir pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saudade vai embora se você voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;não cabe nós e ela no mesmo lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6870746316668763250-4172112313523664623?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4172112313523664623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4172112313523664623' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4172112313523664623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4172112313523664623'/><link rel='alternate' 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dividir&lt;br /&gt;é juntar, é unir&lt;br /&gt;é deixar o amor fluir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é acreditar&lt;br /&gt;é dar as mãos e confiar&lt;br /&gt;e se cair, levantar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar é planejar&lt;br /&gt;é sonhar, é desejar&lt;br /&gt;e então juntos realizar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-2561629560444910222?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/2561629560444910222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=2561629560444910222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/2561629560444910222'/><link rel='self' 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0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Desejo que queima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;último suspiro de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;avassalador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;sem pressa de terminar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;sem querer ponderar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;assim te desejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/6870746316668763250-4140165230683289903?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4140165230683289903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4140165230683289903' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4140165230683289903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4140165230683289903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/07/fonte-que-nao-seca-vontade-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TFS90Bs1BCI/AAAAAAAAMvQ/AVIxPvUzqbU/s72-c/desejo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-6630247717039668273</id><published>2010-07-31T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T17:04:31.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TFS5lvZ4ZUI/AAAAAAAAMvE/uCwWYsZmit0/s1600/abra%C3%A7o.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TFS5lvZ4ZUI/AAAAAAAAMvE/uCwWYsZmit0/s320/abra%C3%A7o.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TFS5lvZ4ZUI/AAAAAAAAMvE/uCwWYsZmit0/s1600/abra%C3%A7o.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o destino está traçado&lt;br /&gt;que almas gêmeas devem ficar lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;que não existe você sem mim...&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que separados seremos metade&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma parte&lt;br /&gt;como uma estória sem fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dizem que o amor não tem explicação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;que é uma fonte incessante de&amp;nbsp;inspiração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;nos inebria e nos tira a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dizem os que só os irracionais amam loucamente&lt;/div&gt;que quando nasce um grande amor agente sente&lt;br /&gt;E que, se acaba fica entranhado na gente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que é mais fácil esquecer "o que não se vê"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que com o tempo as lembranças apagam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dizem que a distância afasta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que a saudade um dia acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que até o amor mais infinito um dia tem fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Dizem que nada é pra sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Que será assim com agente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mas não é assim pra mim...&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/6870746316668763250-6630247717039668273?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/6630247717039668273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=6630247717039668273' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6630247717039668273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/6630247717039668273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/07/dizem.html' title='Dizem...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/TFS5lvZ4ZUI/AAAAAAAAMvE/uCwWYsZmit0/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-731087050441233839</id><published>2010-07-19T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:36:04.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;A CIDADE DORME &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;AS LUZES SE APAGAM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NO ESCURO DO MEU QUARTO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;EU TENTO NÃO PENSAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;BUSCO NO SILÊNCIO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;UM "TIME" PRA PARAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;O SOM DO SILÊNCIO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;QUASE SEMPRE É BARULHENTO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;EU NÃO CONSIGO RELAXAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MEUS PENSAMENTOS VIAJAM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;PALAVRAS SOLTAS NAVEGAM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;A DERIVA SEM PARAR - VAGAM&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;A CANETA PREENCHE O PAPEL&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAS MINHA VIDA CONTINUA AO LEO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;ESCREVER ALIVIA O PEITO, ACALMA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAS NÃO PREENCHE O VAZIO DA MINHA ALMA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;CARTA ESCRITA COM INSÔNIA E LÁGRIMA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;QUE JAMAIS PODERÁ SER LIDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;ASSIM É A VIDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NÃO CONSIGO DESLIGAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAS TENHO QUE SUPERAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;PROCURO MONTAR AS PEÇAS &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;APARAR ALGUMAS ARESTAS &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;PRECISO ME REINVENTAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;TANTAS COISAS SEM SOLUÇÃO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;APARENTEMENTE SEM RAZÃO &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;UM NÓ NA GARGANTA SE FAZ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;E EM LÁGRIMAS SE DESFAZ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;AINDA SINTO MUITO SUA FALTA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;ESSA É A VERDADE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAIS DE VINTE ANOS SE PASSARAM &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;E TUDO AINDA É SAUDADE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;SEM VOCÊ É TRISTE SORRIR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NÃO SOU BOA EM MENTIR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NUNCA VOU ME CONFORMAR COM SUA PARTIDA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;SUA FALTA É MUITO SENTIDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;E EU NÃO ME VIA TÃO SÓ NESSA VIDA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;SEREI PARA SEMPRE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;COMO VOCÊ ME ENSINOU A SER &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NÃO CONSIGO MUDAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;LEMBRO SEU OLHAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;PENSO NO QUE PODERIA DIZER &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NO QUE EU DEVERIA FAZER &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;NO QUE IRIA TE AGRADAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;O QUE VOCÊ IRIA FALAR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;SUA APROVAÇAO AINDA TENTO BUSCAR&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;LEMBRAR VOCÊ É TÃO CONSTANTE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;VOCÊ FOI E É MUITO IMPORTANTE &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MINHA VIDA ESTÁ MARCADA PELA SUA PRESENÇA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAS, TUDO QUE ENCONTRO É SUA AUSÊNCIA &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MEU CAMINHO SEM VOCÊ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;É CHEIO DE INCERTEZAS-TRISTEZAS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MAS, EU SEI QUE É PRECISO SEGUIR &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;MESMO SEM SABER AO CERTO AONDE IR.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6870746316668763250-731087050441233839?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/731087050441233839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=731087050441233839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/731087050441233839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/731087050441233839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2010/07/sem-voce.html' title='Sem você...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1375676536823685752</id><published>2010-06-13T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T12:39:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia de preguiça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O que fazer em um dia de chuva? Cinza como esse texto...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;comer e dormir, dormir e comer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me poupem de dizer que a preguiça e a gula são&amp;nbsp;pecados&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não pode existir outra utilidade melhor, (que não me escutem as plantinhas e as plantações)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para um dia de chuva que a preguiça...E com ela a gula.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Podemos ler um bom livro, assistir um bom filme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;elevando assim a nosso lado intelectual, mas vamos combinar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nada melhor que comer, dormir e quem sabe, namorar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vamos incluir esse último aí pra não ficar muito&amp;nbsp;monótono,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Embora quando a preguiça atinge níveis elevados, vamos encarar a verdade, nem isso queremos fazer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ir ao banheiro num dia desses dá trabalho, é sacrificante!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Imagina, ter que sair da cama quentinha, de baixo do lençol...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nesses dias de preguiça que não sentimos vontade de fazer nada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O nada deveria se expandir, para "mais nada",&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NEM as necessidades básicas...Elas deveriam sumir, evaporar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tudo bem, não ficaremos assim uma semana, um mês...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas um diazinho de preguiça, tem que ter a sua vez.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-1375676536823685752?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-1676838047792044754</id><published>2010-06-06T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:58:34.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vagando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Meus pés nem sentem o chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o caminho não pode ser em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Escuridão, solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sinto-me indo pra lugar nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Esperar, acreditar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;busco nas pegadas razão para caminhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;alento,&amp;nbsp;acalento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;nada parece ter sentido agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;meus passos continuam como outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Esperança, mudança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mas, nada muda no final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;é preciso recomeçar, continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ir para algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mudar a cena ou mudar o filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;aguardo, cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;desisto? &amp;nbsp;Insisto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;mudo o capítulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-1676838047792044754?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/1676838047792044754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=1676838047792044754' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/SvyBjzrrxvI/AAAAAAAAMjU/CeJFjX1NnLk/s200/Onde-mora-a-Felicidade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para amar, para sonhar e para realizar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para sentir a brisa, o calor e a cheiro de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para a amizade, para quem te ama de verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para um dia lindo, para a alegria e para a felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para o hoje e para o amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir os braços para Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...Abrir os braços, o coração e a mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Abrir caminhos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;...E assim ao nos deparar com a felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;encontraremos com ela, a deliciosa sensação de liberdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cultivar a energia positiva não é só emaná-la... É cultivar ambientes, amizades, relacionamentos e pensamentos que também permitam que ela continue fluindo, um ciclo positivo onde você estará inserido... Só assim mantendo esse fluxo positivo, as boas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;energias não terão fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-7488020918269357898?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/7488020918269357898/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=7488020918269357898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7488020918269357898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/7488020918269357898'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3297868723731295122</id><published>2009-07-12T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T11:52:07.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O que é a vida senão a busca pela felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Todo os sacrifícios e esforços &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;direcionados&lt;/span&gt; na mesma busca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tanta batalha e a própria guerra do dia-a-dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Com a finalidade de encontrar um bem maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;qualquer coisa que nos traga felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas talvez a felicidade não seja como pensamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;talvez simplesmente ela não possa ser encontrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;da forma &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;convencional&lt;/span&gt; que pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Plena, completa e eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Feliz para sempre"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bom para um conto, um filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Para nós simples mortais precisamos ver de outra forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não é um &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prêmio&lt;/span&gt; a ser &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alcançado&lt;/span&gt; se fizermos tudo certo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E depois de um longo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas, o que é certo mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Talvez a felicidade seja apenas uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Inventada por alguém que precisava de força e determinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;para vencer as etapas difíceis da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;uma luz no fim do túnel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nem tudo estava perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Creio que desfruta da felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;quem não tem grandes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretensões&lt;/span&gt; a respeito dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A felicidade é mais simples do que pensamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;são momentos alegres, pessoas queridas próximas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;amigos que nos fazem bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;locais que gostamos de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Coisas que nos fazem rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;família saudável e reunida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Deus na sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Poder apreciar as belezas da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E sentir que Ele está em cada uma delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Poder estender a mão a alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ajudar sem ver a quem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Saber que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;felizmente&lt;/span&gt;, temos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Enquanto algumas pessoas procuram por um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tirar a inveja, o egoísmo e o orgulho do caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sentir-se bem inclusive sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tentar ser sempre uma pessoa melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enxerga&lt;/span&gt; ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A felicidade não tem receita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Não pode ser encontrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;precisa ser vivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Procure menos e viva mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e quando menos esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;estará de fato feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-3297868723731295122?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3297868723731295122/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3297868723731295122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Faça todo o bem que você puder, com todos os recursos que você puder, por todos os meios que você puder, em todos os lugares que você puder, em todos os tempos que você puder, para todas as pessoas que você puder, sempre e quando você puder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;( John Wesley )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6870746316668763250-4524210315762863853?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/4524210315762863853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=4524210315762863853' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4524210315762863853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6870746316668763250/posts/default/4524210315762863853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/2009/02/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir...'/><author><name>Paula Moraes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10791410268818055503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Srhuo-5Jtds/TiYi0ALBrAI/AAAAAAAANao/5RSodSW50xg/s220/eu2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870746316668763250.post-3825918774869123776</id><published>2008-03-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:08:04.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor ao Recife...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/R86-q56C3-I/AAAAAAAAJxo/5GL5weuy3S0/s1600-h/PE-porto-de-galinhas-468x27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174282666203340770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pgCPPIGU_CQ/R86-q56C3-I/AAAAAAAAJxo/5GL5weuy3S0/s320/PE-porto-de-galinhas-468x27.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que delícia que é rever os velhos amigos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;que delícia voltar pra antiga cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;e constatar que muita coisa mudou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;mas as pessoas continuam as mesmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que delícia o cheiro do mar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;o calor que faz aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;uma praia pertinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;uma cerveja gelada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Uma boa caminhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que delícia caminhar a beira mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;todos os dias e horas se quiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;que delícia as comidinhas regionais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;o sutaque conterrâneo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Passar por lugares &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;que marcaram a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Rever os amigos de infância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;que marcaram a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Que delícia estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Passear na feirinha aos domingos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;os quiosques de coco pra refrescar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Encontrar todos na mesma balada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ver o pôr do sol ou a lua a beira mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;O ar que é quente, mas nunca abafado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;pois tem o auxílio da brisa do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;povo é agitado, mas nunca estressado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;pois tem motivos de sobra pra se alegrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Uns minutinhos estamos em Porto de galinhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;lugar abençoado por Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Mais outros e chegamos em João pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;o pôr so sol mais inacreditável que já vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Na coroa do avião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;um delicioso e selecionado trânsito de barcos e lanchas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Se for mais longe um pouquinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;lugares maravilhosos não faltarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Aqui o que não falta é opção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Natal, Fortaleza, Maceió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;não tem como ser melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu estava esquecendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;a maravilha que é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ter nascido em Recife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ser Pernambucana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eu tenho muito orgulho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;desse lugar maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;de tanto cantinho gostoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;desse pedacinho pessoal do paraíso.&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/6870746316668763250-3825918774869123776?l=paulamlima.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulamlima.blogspot.com/feeds/3825918774869123776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6870746316668763250&amp;postID=3825918774869123776' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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