<?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-4529285299471895789</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:56:56.744-02:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ À procura de sonhos reais ♥</title><subtitle type='html'>"...Quem ama não vê defeitos...Quem odeia não vê qualidades...Quem é amigo de verdade vê as duas coisas..."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3014090370163448933</id><published>2008-01-18T20:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T20:12:26.832-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando me amei de verdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R5EjOuc2hVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RJY5sMOsVPI/s1600-h/Fairy-41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156941784210113874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R5EjOuc2hVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RJY5sMOsVPI/s320/Fairy-41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E então pude relaxar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... auto-estima. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal que estou indo contra minhas verdades. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... autenticidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... amadurecimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar uma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... respeito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo de tudo que não fosse saudável. Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que se chama... amor próprio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio rítmo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... simplicidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei menos vezes. Hoje descobri a... humildade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isso é... plenitude. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo isso é... saber viver!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Chaplin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156942093447759202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R5Ejguc2hWI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ZmnQHLjeQlk/s320/tyk.png" border="0" /&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/4529285299471895789-3014090370163448933?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3014090370163448933/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3014090370163448933' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3014090370163448933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3014090370163448933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2008/01/quando-me-amei-de-verdade.html' title='Quando me amei de verdade...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R5EjOuc2hVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RJY5sMOsVPI/s72-c/Fairy-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4350551283778128407</id><published>2008-01-10T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:35:45.529-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Como encontrar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R4ZI3-c2hBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ta0VxscTLe4/s1600-h/Alone_by_SanguineVamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153886950066127890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R4ZI3-c2hBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ta0VxscTLe4/s320/Alone_by_SanguineVamp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Como encontrar minha estrela perdida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se meu céu foi assaltado pela ilusão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E as estrelas temem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como encontrar meu sonho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se os pesadelos me visitam constantemente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como encontrar a palavra certa para definir um sentimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se todas parassem perderem o sentido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como enxergar alguém próximo a mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se estou distante do meu próprio eu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como me conformar que eu gostaria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De ter ficado apaixonada em outra hora,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em outro lugar, em outra vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como encontrar um motivo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me faça mudar o caminho,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mudar a estação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como trocar a saudade pela paz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se sentimentos não se trocam apenas se unem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como me sentir feliz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se o amor não foi tão bom comigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me apaixonei quando mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Precisava ficar tranqüila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As coisas não precisam ser complicadas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois o mais simples já se complicou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu me apaixonei por você...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153887358088021026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R4ZJPuc2hCI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RB7wNeYtS40/s320/fvv.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-4350551283778128407?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4350551283778128407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4350551283778128407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4350551283778128407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4350551283778128407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2008/01/como-encontrar.html' title='Como encontrar...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R4ZI3-c2hBI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ta0VxscTLe4/s72-c/Alone_by_SanguineVamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2732220485870868135</id><published>2007-12-27T21:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T21:23:14.139-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando o amor se vai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Qzfuc2gyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JYfH_tEufds/s1600-h/LadyinRedandRain.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148796894129324834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Qzfuc2gyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JYfH_tEufds/s320/LadyinRedandRain.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fica um vazio dolorido, trilhas marcadas pelas caminhadas feitas a dois, onde hoje há apenas um, caminhando só.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No coração nada fica...apenas um aperto, que mostra a ausência que é preenchida pela saudade que sufoca, quando tudo era tão bonito... bom de viver...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo para... o céu fica cinza... primavera quando chega, não trás o mesmo colorido, a brisa não sopra... lua e estrelas se escondem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é cinza!Quando um amor se vai... a melodia é sempre a mesma, parece um hino clamando a volta do amor que se foi, trazendo na lembrança a dor que ficou sentida n'alma...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando o amor se vai... leva parte da gente, que transforma em amor, para poder estar na pessoa amada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é triste, não poder sentir a alma amada, romper com o amor, em nome do amor... ter que decidir que é o fim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148797117467624242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Qzsuc2gzI/AAAAAAAAAtI/l8mG81G-NFI/s320/22.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-2732220485870868135?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2732220485870868135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2732220485870868135' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2732220485870868135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2732220485870868135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/12/quando-o-amor-se-vai.html' title='Quando o amor se vai...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Qzfuc2gyI/AAAAAAAAAtA/JYfH_tEufds/s72-c/LadyinRedandRain.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2489479748034806903</id><published>2007-12-27T03:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T03:11:34.686-02:00</updated><title type='text'>..Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Mznec2gxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/14yaxeMgH3g/s1600-h/jonas+em+casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148515552296600338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Mznec2gxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/14yaxeMgH3g/s320/jonas+em+casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Existem pessoas que são um sonho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um sonho pelo qual a gente dormiria a vida inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas o destino vem e nos acorda violentamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E nos leva aquele sonho tão bom... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Existem pessoas que são estrelas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas vem o amanhecer e nos rouba com toda a sua claridade aquela estrela tão linda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Existem, finalmente, as pessoas que são maravilhosamente amigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pessoas amigas e doces como o mel de uma flor que desabrochou numa estrela e que veio até nós num lindo sonho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;E ainda bem que somos amigos,porque flores,estrelas ou sonhos, mais cedo ou mais tarde, terminam... mas a amizade... a amizade verdadeira não termina nunca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148515058375361282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3MzKuc2gwI/AAAAAAAAAsw/oeeEnJIII-M/s400/CUPADI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OBRIGADA JONAS PELA TUA AMIZADE, TE ADORO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-2489479748034806903?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2489479748034806903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2489479748034806903' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2489479748034806903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2489479748034806903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/12/amigo.html' title='..Amigo...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R3Mznec2gxI/AAAAAAAAAs4/14yaxeMgH3g/s72-c/jonas+em+casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-6529047840023634935</id><published>2007-12-10T00:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T00:15:50.451-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1ygfgegEHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3Er0QLfUrrE/s1600-h/angel061.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142161337704517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1ygfgegEHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3Er0QLfUrrE/s320/angel061.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes basta ser: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colo que acolhe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Braço que envolve &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavra que conforta, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio que respeita,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alegria que contagia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrima que corre, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhar que acaricia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desejo que sacia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor que promove. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E isso não é coisa de outro mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o que dá sentido à vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É o que faz com que ela não seja nem curta, nem longa demais. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas que seja intensa, verdadeira e pura &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto durar. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Feliz aquele que transfere o que sabe ... ... e aprende o que ensina.” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142161913230135426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1yhBAegEII/AAAAAAAAAmE/Mb7MYbhtwkM/s320/rosavermelhaag7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-6529047840023634935?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/6529047840023634935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=6529047840023634935' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6529047840023634935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6529047840023634935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-sei.html' title='Não sei...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1ygfgegEHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3Er0QLfUrrE/s72-c/angel061.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2408473200899305611</id><published>2007-12-04T15:55:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:02:48.687-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1WVuQegDjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O41l7MNTDdw/s1600-h/angel029%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140179171642707506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1WVuQegDjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O41l7MNTDdw/s320/angel029%255B1%255D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coisas boas e ruins acontecem a todos indistintamente... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não existe o paraíso, podemos construir um oásis de paz, em nós mesmos, no meio das guerras que as pessoas vivem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo depende da escolha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos fugir à tristeza? Não. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos impedir as perdas? Não. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos obrigar que nos amem? Não. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas podemos usar os momentos de dor, frustração e ressentimento para aprender a amar melhor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos tornar nosso trabalho mais realizador... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos transformar o ódio em perdão... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ressentimento em compreensão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta tomar essa decisão! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolhendo a melhor forma de resolver os conflitos e aprender com eles...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desafie a você mesmo, criando um artifício para lidar, com o negativo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invente um jogo em que ganhe pontos, diante de situações que você resolva com harmonia, ou perca pontos se não resistir a se fazer de vítima... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feche as portas ao automatismo burro... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele faz sofrer e nos torna refém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podemos ser, hoje, melhores do que ontem. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cabe a você, somente a você, escolher se os acontecimentos de ontem, hoje e amanhã, serão usados para torná-lo uma pessoa melhor... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qual será sua escolha hoje?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140179480880352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1WWAQegDkI/AAAAAAAAAhg/tixKKP7GDYU/s320/5338.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-2408473200899305611?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2408473200899305611/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2408473200899305611' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2408473200899305611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2408473200899305611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/12/reflexo.html' title='Reflexão...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1WVuQegDjI/AAAAAAAAAhY/O41l7MNTDdw/s72-c/angel029%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-6912874402380555620</id><published>2007-12-02T16:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:12:03.210-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando nasce o amor??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1L0-gegDcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Kuw88HLFK4M/s1600-R/imagem33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139439479490088386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1L0-gegDcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/zv2Cn2ZyaNE/s320/imagem33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando estamos carentes e alguém se aproxima com mãos estendidas? Ou quando nos abrimos para a vida e despertamos paixões?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe uma lógica no amor? Somos nós quem decidimos a hora de amar, ou o amor é realmente um laço, um passo para uma armadilha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se podemos viver o&lt;br /&gt;amor, por que nos ausentamos, por que nos&lt;br /&gt;decepcionamos tanto e queremos fugir dele?&lt;br /&gt;Por que apostamos tanto em alguém, e chagamos ao ponto de transferir nossa felicidade para outras mãos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será medo da realidade, uma fuga de nós mesmos?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é possível viver um amor onde apenas a verdade, e somente a verdade seja a base da relação?.&lt;br /&gt;Será que devemos evitar a máscara que colocamos no amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que devemos ser tão realistas e secos para evitar a dor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor, o amor, o calor, o desejo, o momento, a vida, uma explosão de todas as cores, de todos os sentidos, se você não se lembra mais, o amor provoca vertigens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espalha fogo por todos os lados, é um querer até sem querer, é uma transformação radical em nosso metabolismo físico, mental e espiritual, quando amamos chegamos mais perto dos anjos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, se tiver que optar, entre o vazio da razão, por medo de sofrer uma decepção e amargar meu dia, ainda assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiro o risco do amor, que embeleza a vida, dá motivação renovada, e transforma o mundo, as pessoas e as atitudes, deixando tudo mais bonito, leve e eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é eterno, mesmo quando dura pouco, a emoção nunca se perde, as pessoas vão, partem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas fica sempre um perfume de saudade, fica sempre uma recordação gostosa, por isso, amar sempre vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;Só os tolos tem medo&lt;br /&gt;de amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139439810202570194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1L1RwegDdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/QmsV63q-v0c/s200/379.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-6912874402380555620?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/6912874402380555620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=6912874402380555620' 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-4529285299471895789.post-6900642308046806414</id><published>2007-12-01T01:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T02:03:42.719-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor de vc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1DciwegDQI/AAAAAAAAAew/30CHpjRMCXU/s1600-R/UYGI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138849664516230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1DciwegDQI/AAAAAAAAAew/lZ4lbqkaQ8E/s200/UYGI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dê sempre o melhor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o melhor virá... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes as pessoas são egocêntricas, ilógicas e insensatas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdoe-as assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é gentil, as pessoas podem acusá-lo de egoísta e interesseiro... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja gentil assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é um vencedor, terá alguns falsos amigos e alguns inimigos verdadeiros... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vença assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você é honesto e franco, as pessoas podem enganá-lo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja honesto e franco assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que você levou anos para construir, alguém pode destruir de uma hora para outra... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Construa assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você tem paz e é feliz, as pessoas podem sentir inveja... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja feliz assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O bem que você faz hoje pode ser esquecido amanhã... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça o bem assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dê ao mundo o melhor de você, mas isso pode nunca ser o bastante... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dê o melhor de você assim mesmo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E veja você que, no final das contas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É entre VOCÊ e DEUS... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca foi entre você e eles! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Madre Teresa de Calcutá"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138849849199824146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1DctgegDRI/AAAAAAAAAe4/96ckXayl9Zw/s320/1674.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-6900642308046806414?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/6900642308046806414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=6900642308046806414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6900642308046806414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6900642308046806414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-melhor-de-vc.html' title='O melhor de vc...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R1DciwegDQI/AAAAAAAAAew/lZ4lbqkaQ8E/s72-c/UYGI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-6087489067492220006</id><published>2007-11-29T19:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:39:30.378-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinara...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R08xPshn6fI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cYciUyFG9ig/s1600-h/ATgAAABLiMJbufnOocykZW6svxZzwA_srgGCLeR5WB92PCSe0caa3W4p2SHOcvmhZNO--QqENFA6KfYyhUvOyMAx_2yrAJtU9VBVtDCY4yWFsqJ_UL36fgiXWeqQ-w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138379845573011954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R08xPshn6fI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cYciUyFG9ig/s320/ATgAAABLiMJbufnOocykZW6svxZzwA_srgGCLeR5WB92PCSe0caa3W4p2SHOcvmhZNO--QqENFA6KfYyhUvOyMAx_2yrAJtU9VBVtDCY4yWFsqJ_UL36fgiXWeqQ-w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Durante toda minha vida,muitas pessoas passaram por mim, dia após dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas somente algumas dessas pessoas,ficarão para sempre em minha memória.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Essas pessoas são ditas amigas, e as levarei para sempre em meu coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;às vezes pelo simples fato de terem cruzado meu caminho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;às vezes pelo simples fato de terem ditouma única palavra de conforto quando eu precisei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes por ter me dado um minuto de sua atenção,e me ouvido falar de minhas angústias, medos, vitórias, derrotas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes por terem confiado em mim, e me contado também seus problemas,angústias, vitórias, derrotas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso é ser amigo: é ouvir, é confiar, é amar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E amigos de verdade, ficam para sempre em nossos corações,assim como as pegadas na alma, que são indestrutíveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;À você minha amiga:você é muito especial e importante para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu te adoro muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua amizade para mim tem um valor enorme,e nada que eu possa dizer à você,pode ser tão especial ou mais significativo do que sua amizade para mim." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..Te adoro Si...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138379557810203106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R08w-8hn6eI/AAAAAAAAAeA/h6IKwbi2gwI/s320/am088.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-6087489067492220006?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/6087489067492220006/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=6087489067492220006' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6087489067492220006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6087489067492220006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/sinara.html' title='Sinara...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R08xPshn6fI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cYciUyFG9ig/s72-c/ATgAAABLiMJbufnOocykZW6svxZzwA_srgGCLeR5WB92PCSe0caa3W4p2SHOcvmhZNO--QqENFA6KfYyhUvOyMAx_2yrAJtU9VBVtDCY4yWFsqJ_UL36fgiXWeqQ-w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-815232544585680587</id><published>2007-11-28T00:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:39:19.792-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivo da felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zUuchn6NI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GEu2P8dNrMQ/s1600-h/angel20girl20Medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137715169319184594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zUuchn6NI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GEu2P8dNrMQ/s320/angel20girl20Medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre que acordarmos devemos agradecer pelo novo dia que começa sem olharmos para trás ou para o ontem, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois hoje começa um novo dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheio de coisas novas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não devemos nos preocupar tanto com o que já passou, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que podemos fazer é apenas aprender com os erros passados e tentar resolver os problemas que estarão por vir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça tudo o que é pra fazer de maneira correta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descanse na hora de descansar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trabalhe na hora de trabalhar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estude na hora de estudar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;assim você não se estressa e encara a vida de maneira alegre e divertida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não importa se ninguém o entenda ou julgue,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o importante é que você esteja feliz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo que depois descubra que não era uma felicidade duradoura, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;continue tentando,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;liberte-se de preconceitos e tudo que venha acorrentar a sua alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;você é livre e pode fazer o que quiser,as pessoas que te amam verdadeiramente o aconselham, mas quem decide é você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O motivo da felicidade é acordar todos os diase perceber que se está vivo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo que esteja querendo morrer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é lutar mesmo sem ter forças e obter bons resultados,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é contar uma piada, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é olhar no espelho e fazer caretas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é estar ao lado das pessoas que amamos e fazê-las sorrir quando estão tristes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é fazer tudo o que lhe dá prazersem culpar ninguém pelo seu fracasso e orgulhar-se do seu sucesso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muitas vezes somos felizes sem perceber,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque perdemos tempo invejando a felicidade alheia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desejando as qualidades dos outros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sem dar valor as próprias qualidades e quando percebemosnós mesmos vemos que a felicidade sempre esteve ao nosso lado e que não precisávamos desejar a que era alheia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta que contribuamos para que cada dia a nossa felicidade seja maior e só conseguimos isso quando estamos de bem conosco e com o próximo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-815232544585680587?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/815232544585680587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=815232544585680587' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/815232544585680587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/815232544585680587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/motivo-da-felicidade.html' title='Motivo da felicidade'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zUuchn6NI/AAAAAAAAAbc/GEu2P8dNrMQ/s72-c/angel20girl20Medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4567154417653432049</id><published>2007-11-28T00:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:29:00.424-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zR48hn6LI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gDXKnQu_qf4/s1600-h/1_photographer_andy_julia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137712051172927666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zR48hn6LI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gDXKnQu_qf4/s320/1_photographer_andy_julia-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A vida são deveres que nós trouxemos pra fazer em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando se vê já são seis horas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é sexta-feira... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Quando se vê, passaram-se 50 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Agora, é tarde demais para ser reprovado... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Se me fosse dado, um dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;outra oportunidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;eu nem olhava o relógio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;pelo caminho, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a casca dourada e inútil das horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Dessa forma eu digo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;não deixe de fazer algo que gosta devido à falta de tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a única falta que terá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;será desse tempo que infelizmente não voltará mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mário QuinTana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137712334640769218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zSJchn6MI/AAAAAAAAAbU/lvn-ncccyCM/s320/70.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-4567154417653432049?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4567154417653432049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4567154417653432049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4567154417653432049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4567154417653432049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/vida.html' title='A vida'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0zR48hn6LI/AAAAAAAAAbM/gDXKnQu_qf4/s72-c/1_photographer_andy_julia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2678777706260530922</id><published>2007-11-26T06:32:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:34:07.969-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qE6shn6DI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kCWZ0yIuooQ/s1600-h/corazul.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137064468888938546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qE6shn6DI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kCWZ0yIuooQ/s320/corazul.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai!... se ontem eu soubesse como&lt;br /&gt;aproveitar cada segundo do meu dia,faria muita coisa diferente. O minuto que passou ou foi&lt;br /&gt;aproveitado, ou jogado fora. Ignorado,&lt;br /&gt;como se ele não tivesse sua importância, como se não fosse somado aoutros e tornado algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;da minha vida inerte.Acho que nos dias passados&lt;br /&gt;eu deveria ter abraçado ainda mais forte&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que amo e as que&lt;br /&gt;me amam. Também as que perdoei e&lt;br /&gt;tiveram esse mesmo carinho para comigo. Eu teria sentido seus corações e o calor dos&lt;br /&gt;corpos que nenhuma outra fonte no&lt;br /&gt;mundo pode igualar.Se pudesse voltar o tempo, não iria&lt;br /&gt;dormir zangada por causa de orgulho, este mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que me deixou contente por ter razão, mas triste&lt;br /&gt;com o vazio de me sentir sozinha. Eu diria a ele, com ar seguro, para ir&lt;br /&gt;pra bem longe porque o que importa mesmo são&lt;br /&gt;meus preciosos minutos de felicidade e que esses&lt;br /&gt;eu quero beber com gulosa sede!Horas perdidas ficam para trás e&lt;br /&gt;não vou perder tempo pensando nelas. Só vou é&lt;br /&gt;tirar proveito das lições que me passaram e vou olhar&lt;br /&gt;mais nos olhos dos que falam comigo, fazer com que&lt;br /&gt;se sintam especiais (mesmo por&lt;br /&gt;que o são)... Vou ser mais tolerante com os&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não aprenderam essa lição, vou pegar&lt;br /&gt;mais as mãos, pois essas falam pelo coração e vou&lt;br /&gt;seguir minha vida...Vou sim, seguir em frente, construindo, pelo menos para mim e para os que me cercam,&lt;br /&gt;um mundo onde todas as horas serão floridas,acrescentadas de felicidade. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letícia Thompson &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137064305680181282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qExMhn6CI/AAAAAAAAAaE/aiUHlaC5PcU/s320/barrapostagel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4529285299471895789-2678777706260530922?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2678777706260530922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2678777706260530922' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2678777706260530922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2678777706260530922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qE6shn6DI/AAAAAAAAAaM/kCWZ0yIuooQ/s72-c/corazul.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3836085291380299841</id><published>2007-11-26T06:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T06:27:43.925-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qC2shn6AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Cln_lT6jaFo/s1600-h/005gv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137062201146206210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qC2shn6AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Cln_lT6jaFo/s320/005gv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não ponha seus sonhos em lugares altos&lt;br /&gt;demais onde suas mãos não poderão alcançá-los.Mesmo se a vida parece ilimitada,&lt;br /&gt;nós possuímos nossos limites e esperar por algo que está&lt;br /&gt;muito além pode nos impedir de olhar à nossa volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscamos longe flores que poderíamos&lt;br /&gt;encontrar em nosso jardim,&lt;br /&gt;porque o que está distante sempre parece encoberto&lt;br /&gt;por uma neblina que elimina toda imperfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nos prepararam para aceitar as coisas ou as&lt;br /&gt;pessoas como elas chegam,&lt;br /&gt;com muita ou pouca bagagem,&lt;br /&gt;com força ou sem muita vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então desenhamos na nossa mente e fotografamos&lt;br /&gt;no nosso coração algo que só pode existir&lt;br /&gt;atrás da linha da realidade.&lt;br /&gt;E nos pomos a esperar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos tornamos assim culpados de uma&lt;br /&gt;solidão da qual culpamos a vida ou os demais.&lt;br /&gt;Nos negamos a aceitar,&lt;br /&gt;pedindo ainda que aceitem a nós,&lt;br /&gt;e continuamos esperando pelo que o amanhã&lt;br /&gt;vai nos trazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envelhecemos sem sair do lugar,&lt;br /&gt;sonhando ainda e além,&lt;br /&gt;mas sem provar da vida nesses mínimos detalhes,&lt;br /&gt;nem sempre coloridos e perfeitos tais raios de arco-íris,&lt;br /&gt;mas reais o bastante para nos fazer sentir vivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não... não ponha seus sonhos além do que&lt;br /&gt;os seus braços alcançam.&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda que ser feliz é buscar o contentamento&lt;br /&gt;do prazer de cada instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprenda a ser flexível e menos exigente.&lt;br /&gt;Ria de bom coração quando tiver que&lt;br /&gt;rir e não permita que as mágoas te impeçam&lt;br /&gt;de viver o minuto seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciosa é a vida e preciosos são os que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Preciosos ainda são aqueles que nos amam,&lt;br /&gt;os que cativamos.&lt;br /&gt;Precioso é o hoje,&lt;br /&gt;é o que temos, é o que tocamos, o que sentimos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137062398714701842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qDCMhn6BI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/_OoT0RdtZZM/s320/BodyPart.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Leticia Thompson)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3836085291380299841?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3836085291380299841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3836085291380299841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3836085291380299841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3836085291380299841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/contentamento.html' title='Contentamento'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0qC2shn6AI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Cln_lT6jaFo/s72-c/005gv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-7571653353891525695</id><published>2007-11-25T00:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T00:57:28.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para meu amigo Mauro II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0jjp8hn52I/AAAAAAAAAYk/EOqowVD2BNo/s1600-h/am150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136605684777346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0jjp8hn52I/AAAAAAAAAYk/EOqowVD2BNo/s400/am150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Algumas vezes na vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você acha um amigo especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que muda a sua vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas por fazer parte dela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que faça você rir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até não poder mais &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que faça você acreditar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que realmente existe o bem no mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que te convença de que realmente existe uma porta destrancada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas esperando que a abramos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é uma Amizade Eterna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando você está para baixo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o mundo parece escuro e vazio &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Amigo Eterno levanta o seu astral &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E faz daquele mundo escuro e vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parecer de repente cheio e brilhante &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Amigo Eterno enfrenta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os tempos duros e tristes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você resolve retornar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Amigo Eterno te segue &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você perder o seu caminho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Amigo Eterno te guia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E te alegra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu Amigo Eterno segura a sua mão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E diz que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo vai ficar bem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se você achar este tipo de amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você se sente feliz e completo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque você não precisa se preocupar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você tem um Amigo Eterno na Vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o Eterno não tem FIM!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136606101389174642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0jkCMhn53I/AAAAAAAAAYs/1m2Ys2iX_3s/s320/000raw6e.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&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/4529285299471895789-7571653353891525695?l=procuradesonhosreais.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://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0jjp8hn52I/AAAAAAAAAYk/EOqowVD2BNo/s72-c/am150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-7366722536565283929</id><published>2007-11-22T13:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:53:32.126-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus eu preciso de um amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0WlZshn5fI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7M21nRVDeJ8/s1600-h/001ch8fp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135692810953418226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0WlZshn5fI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7M21nRVDeJ8/s320/001ch8fp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu rezei pra que você viesse muito antes de nos conhecermos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem saber quem poderia vir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu pedi a Deus que me mandasse um amigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém escolhido só pra mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguém que tivesse Fé e Sabedoria em seus atos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amigo para ajudar-me e guiar-me nas tribulações diárias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;já que sempre em nossa vida nós precisamos de alguém para ouvir o que dizemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém que não nos julgará nem nos condenará,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas apoiará enquanto falarmos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O caminho estreito que escolhemos seguir pode algumas vezes nos desanimar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ter um amigo para nos amparar na que danos ensina a humildade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando eu pedi a Deus para mandar-me um amigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apesar de muitos que vieram e partiram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ele me deu muito mais do que jamais pedi:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele me mandou VOCÊ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agradeço "DEUS",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por me mandares o Amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agradeço a Você por aceitar ser meu presente dado por Deus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ser Meu Doce Amigo ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135692999931979266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0Wlkshn5gI/AAAAAAAAAU4/yyA44rH1Ta8/s320/001fz1dw.gif" border="0" /&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/4529285299471895789-7366722536565283929?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7366722536565283929/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=7366722536565283929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/7366722536565283929'/><link 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é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0NwP8hn5bI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yLxEeWchRZs/s1600-h/002rtsea.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135071419380000178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0NwP8hn5bI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/yLxEeWchRZs/s320/002rtsea.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter esperanças no amanhã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber que após a noite vem o dia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver intensamente as emoções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apreciar o nascer e o pôr-do-sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar as pessoas incondicionalmente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditar em si...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser sincero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender que somos pessoas únicas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber que tudo é conseqüência das nossas atitudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixar acontecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender que há limites.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver a vida com outros olhos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emanar vibração de amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber que estamos só de passagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveitar as oportunidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouvir o coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acreditar na vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135070972703401378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0Nv18hn5aI/AAAAAAAAAUI/eTB8TWSDpGg/s320/002eka4s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-7909370766605111379?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7909370766605111379/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-7621139082865784852</id><published>2007-11-19T02:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T02:24:59.321-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Acreditar na vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0EO_Mhn5RI/AAAAAAAAASk/_l_R5uvNPEI/s1600-h/6bonq0g.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134401529035875602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0EO_Mhn5RI/AAAAAAAAASk/_l_R5uvNPEI/s320/6bonq0g.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter esperança no amanhã. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber que amanhã é um outro dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver intensamente as emoções!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pular de alegria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não invadir o espaço alheio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser espontâneo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar incondicionalmente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveitar todos os momentos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vencer a tristeza e a dor! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confiar na intuição.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saber perdoar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se prender a detalhes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Divertir como uma criança. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorar de felicidade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixar para lá oq não vale a pena...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ter pensamento positivo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respeitar os sentimentos dos outros. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser sincero. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrar a felicidade nas pequenas coisas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender que somos pessoas únicas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É dançar como se ninguém tivesse vendo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se apegar a bens materiais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir o cheiro do mar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhar a natureza. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveitar um dia de chuva. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enxergar além do óbvio. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entender que precisamos dos outros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esquecer oque já passou. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buscar coisas diferentes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perceber que somos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...humanos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134402005777245474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/R0EPa8hn5SI/AAAAAAAAASs/15IVIvVji58/s320/8abff774-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-7621139082865784852?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7621139082865784852/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=7621139082865784852' 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-4529285299471895789.post-2962767589253803895</id><published>2007-11-13T13:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T13:57:06.082-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo Divino...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RznIkDW0ENI/AAAAAAAAANw/8SCCwYhcfEY/s1600-h/barrapostagel.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RznHgjW0EMI/AAAAAAAAANo/GPU0cvI5J6Q/s1600-h/ATgAAAA4J9-hgW4cbwTMdo4_nZhYu6Yne2iFsfAPb_5iXmsclI6NIEr_G2-Fxa5_K9xxLw8NbKgg1clAI-0w1z70Ei_nAJtU9VByKQvmae5-QPmemGWlPFnXghU1dQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132352612426059970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RznHgjW0EMI/AAAAAAAAANo/GPU0cvI5J6Q/s400/ATgAAAA4J9-hgW4cbwTMdo4_nZhYu6Yne2iFsfAPb_5iXmsclI6NIEr_G2-Fxa5_K9xxLw8NbKgg1clAI-0w1z70Ei_nAJtU9VByKQvmae5-QPmemGWlPFnXghU1dQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é doçura:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não respondes às ofensas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não reclamas os teus direitos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando deixas à Deus a defesa da tua honra. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é misericórdia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te calas diante das faltas de teus irmãos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando perdoas sem remoer o passado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não condenas, mas intercedes em segredo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é paciência:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando sofres sem te lamentares,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não procuras consolação junto aos homens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando não intervéns, esperando que a semente germine lentamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é humildade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te apagas para deixar aparecer teu irmão,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando, na discrição, revelas dons de Deus,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando suportas que tuas ações sejam mal interpretadas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando deixas os outros a glória da obra inacabada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O silêncio é fé:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te apagas, sabendo que é Ele quem age...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando renuncias às vozes do mundo para permanecer na Sua presença...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando te basta que só Ele te compreenda...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132354141434417378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RznI5jW0EOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qF8PBHDxWZ4/s400/x1pnwjjkhj3ozhmjs9clxngpz7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-2962767589253803895?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2962767589253803895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2962767589253803895' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2962767589253803895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2962767589253803895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/anjo-divino.html' title='Anjo Divino...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RznHgjW0EMI/AAAAAAAAANo/GPU0cvI5J6Q/s72-c/ATgAAAA4J9-hgW4cbwTMdo4_nZhYu6Yne2iFsfAPb_5iXmsclI6NIEr_G2-Fxa5_K9xxLw8NbKgg1clAI-0w1z70Ei_nAJtU9VByKQvmae5-QPmemGWlPFnXghU1dQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4226462632380088875</id><published>2007-11-11T21:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:38:53.455-02:00</updated><title type='text'>....Muito lindo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzeRczW0EKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jA9_4ra44-Q/s1600-h/ASFAFD.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131730224420229282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzeRczW0EKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jA9_4ra44-Q/s400/ASFAFD.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;APRENDI ... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não sei quase nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sempre precisarei aprender &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a vida é muito curta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que não há tempo a perder. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERCEBI &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nem tudo é possível &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que às vezes é difícil sorrir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a vida faz jogo duro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas que eu não vou desistir&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ENTENDI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quando sofro eu aprendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a dor me ensina a viver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a vida é um lindo caminho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No qual iremos crescer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESCOBRI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não é fácil viver &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o destino nos reserva dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que a tristeza termina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde começa o amor...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131730456348463282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzeRqTW0ELI/AAAAAAAAANY/2fFO_FnKN5Q/s400/corao1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-4226462632380088875?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4226462632380088875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4226462632380088875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4226462632380088875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4226462632380088875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/muito-lindo.html' title='....Muito lindo....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzeRczW0EKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jA9_4ra44-Q/s72-c/ASFAFD.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2460684295019680738</id><published>2007-11-11T11:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T11:34:38.608-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Desabafo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzcEDzW0EII/AAAAAAAAANA/dGC9I_3A4EA/s1600-h/ATcAAADbXAUcy_qN7cM6nr8iiV7tOjoB0nWoN_BlJNFiqpQ-kXArEeGMkPgAsWIU1LDOHB6rGzxUKcPlR73sBpfio4ZjAJtU9VCmtP1cMSsbQdlb_yM5TSvHey6HjQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img 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"gostoso" iluminava um céu azul quase sem nuvens,e eu tive a impressão de que Deus queria falar comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuei caminhando e nas árvores da praça perto de casa,dezenas de passarinhos cantavam alegres e disputavam alimentos com uma barulheira festiva, e senti que Deus queria falar comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhei para as flores daquele Jardim e me lembrei de Jesus falando aos antigos:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(LC 12:27) "Olhai os lírios no campo, como eles crescem;não trabalham, nem fiam; e digo-vos que nem ainda Salomão,em toda a sua glória, se vestiu como um deles.",e mais uma vez senti que Deus queria falar comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angustiada com meus problemas que pareciam ser os mesmos sempre, parecia que eu nunca iria sair daquele círculo de aflições, quando percebi que minhas pernas estavam me levando por todos os lugares que eu queria, mesmo sem eu ordenar nada, que meus braços eram fortes e eu poderia utilizar essa força para o trabalho, e que meu cérebro possuía ainda um raciocínio muito rápido, e mais uma vez percebi que Deus queria falar comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Percebi então, quanto tempo eu estava perdendo amando quem não me amava, trabalhando onde não me sentia feliz, fazendo coisas somente para agradar quem nunca mereceu, desejando coisas que eu nem sabia se me fariam felizes, buscando um Deus da guerra para vencer meus inimigos, quando Deus é só amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então compreendi que a felicidade está onde nós estamos, onde está o nosso coração e nesse dia eu ouvi Deus!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131575343604568210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzcEljW0EJI/AAAAAAAAANI/3JQU8j_qajs/s400/183451tblnrp0zc5.gif" border="0" /&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/4529285299471895789-2460684295019680738?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2460684295019680738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2460684295019680738' 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-4529285299471895789.post-2730698166598448908</id><published>2007-11-09T20:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:07:32.544-02:00</updated><title type='text'>....Amor maduro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzTnczW0EGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0U5uwSebUUY/s1600-h/ros138.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130980357490085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzTnczW0EGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0U5uwSebUUY/s400/ros138.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amor maduro não é menor em intensidade. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é apenas quase silencioso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não é menor em extensão. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É mais definido, colorido e poetizado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não carece de demonstrações: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presenteia com a verdade do sentimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não precisa de presenças exigidas: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;amplia-se com as ausências significantes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro somente aceita viver os problemas da felicidade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Problemas da felicidade são formas trabalhosas de construir o bem e o prazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Problemas da infelicidade não interessam ao amor maduro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro cresce na verdade e se esconde a cada auto-ilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta-se com o todo do pouco. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não precisa nem quer nada do muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está relacionado com a vida e a sua incompletude, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso é pleno em cada ninharia por ele transformada em paraíso. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É feito de compreensão, música e mistério. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É a forma sublime de ser adulto e a forma adulta de ser sublime e criança. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro não disputa,não cobra, pouco pergunta, menos quer saber.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teme, sim. Porém, não faz do temor, argumento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta-se com a própria existência. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alimenta-se do instante presente valorizado e importante porque redentor de todos os equívocos do passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro é a regeneração de cada erro. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele é filho da capacidade de crer e continuar, é o sentimento que se manteve mais forte depois de todas as ameaças, guerras ou inundações existenciais com epidemias de ciúme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor maduro é a valorização do melhor do outro e a relação com a parte salva de cada pessoa. Ele vive do que não morreu mesmo tendo ficado para depois.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vive do que fermentou criando dimensões novas para sentimentos antigos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jardins abandonados cheios de sementes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele não pede, tem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não reivindica, consegue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não persegue, recebe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não exige, dá. Não pergunta, adivinha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existe, para fazer feliz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só teme o que cansa, machuca ou desgasta..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130980774101913714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzTn1DW0EHI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gBLZnDL3ehg/s400/1176301588_a94bbcb19886a925d6bf217b35a5c2c8_full.jpg" border="0" /&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/4529285299471895789-2730698166598448908?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2730698166598448908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2730698166598448908' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2730698166598448908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2730698166598448908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor-maduro.html' title='....Amor maduro...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RzTnczW0EGI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0U5uwSebUUY/s72-c/ros138.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-219827731893909111</id><published>2007-11-01T01:21:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T01:43:05.043-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Linda História....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RylKT1nt63I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8ycDPb8S6d0/s1600-h/004888.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127711355409656690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RylKT1nt63I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8ycDPb8S6d0/s400/004888.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Uma vez uma ilha, onde moravam todos os sentimentos: a Alegria, a Tristeza, a Sabedoria e todos os outros sentimentos.Por fim o amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas, um dia, foi avisado aos moradores que aquela ilha iria afundar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Todos os sentimentos apressaram-se para sair da ilha.Pegaram seus barcos e partiram. Mas o amor ficou, pois queria ficar mais um pouco com a ilha, antes que ela afundasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Quando, por fim, estava quase se afogando, o Amor começou a pedir ajuda. Nesse momento estava passando a Riqueza, em um lindo barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Amor disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Riqueza, leve-me com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Não posso. Há muito ouro e prata no meu barco. Não há lugar para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ele pediu ajuda a Vaidade, que também vinha passando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Vaidade, por favor, me ajude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Não posso te ajudar, Amor, você esta todo molhado e poderia estragar meu barco novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Então, o amor pediu ajuda a Tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Tristeza, leve-me com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Ah! Amor, estou tão triste, que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;mbém passou a Alegria, mas ela estava tão alegre que nem ouviu o amor chamá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Já desesperado, o Amor começou a chorar. Foi quando ouviu uma voz chamar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Vem Amor, eu levo você!Era um velhinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;O Amor ficou tão feliz que esqueceu-se de perguntar o nome do velhinho. Chegando do outro lado da praia, ele perguntou a Sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Sabedoria, quem era aquele velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Sabedoria respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Era o TEMPO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- O Tempo? Mas porque só o Tempo me trouxe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Porque só o Tempo é capaz de entender um grande "AMOR".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127708649580260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RylH2Vnt60I/AAAAAAAAAL8/mD-c9Rrpr8I/s400/blom.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-219827731893909111?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/219827731893909111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=219827731893909111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/219827731893909111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/219827731893909111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/11/linda-histria.html' title='...Linda História....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RylKT1nt63I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8ycDPb8S6d0/s72-c/004888.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3818009179163393530</id><published>2007-10-31T13:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:15:24.096-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Queria...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Ryib5lnt6yI/AAAAAAAAALs/-Dkxg9-Ixio/s1600-h/28.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127519589414857506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Ryib5lnt6yI/AAAAAAAAALs/-Dkxg9-Ixio/s400/28.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Queria acontecer nas palavras os sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;acontecer nos olhos e nas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;Acontecer nos Sonhos e na Vida...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser capaz de escutar a minha voz&lt;br /&gt;tocar o teu rosto ricochetando no meu...&lt;br /&gt;Queria inventar um lugar, um tempo uma razão,&lt;br /&gt;ser a esperança e reconhecer-lhe um horizonte...&lt;br /&gt;Queria descobrir o caminho para Nós,&lt;br /&gt;ser o amanhecer de todas as tardes...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser capaz de continuar...&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza que um dia acontecemos, existimos...&lt;br /&gt;Queria escutar a tua voz e sentir-te em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Queria acreditar que ainda há caminho por percorrer...&lt;br /&gt;Queria abraçar-te num abraço compacto e suave...&lt;br /&gt;Queria acreditar..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3818009179163393530?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3818009179163393530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3818009179163393530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3818009179163393530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3818009179163393530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/queria.html' title='...Queria...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Ryib5lnt6yI/AAAAAAAAALs/-Dkxg9-Ixio/s72-c/28.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3424891620300408437</id><published>2007-10-29T23:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:27:10.546-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Esperança....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RyaIRlnt6vI/AAAAAAAAALU/W4IydmBcV_s/s1600-h/xl_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126935061545741042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RyaIRlnt6vI/AAAAAAAAALU/W4IydmBcV_s/s320/xl_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há momentos em que bate uma fraqueza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não há forças para lutar ou caminhar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fazer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podemos parar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sofrendo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chorando, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continue....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja capaz de vencer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, mesmo nas quedas com a cruz levantou e foi em frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça o mesmo meu Anjo Lindo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferido, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;machucado, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheio de problemas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olhe para Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ele te fortalece e te capacita.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siga em frente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você vai conseguir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vença e não seja vencido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje você vive dor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sofrimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angústia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fracasso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo passa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coragem!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você é vencedor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que fazer? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não pare... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siga com fé.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós temos diferentes trilhas na vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e não importa aonde vamos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveitemos um pouco de cada uma delas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“O choro pode durar a noite inteira,mas a alegria vem pela manhã”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3424891620300408437?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3424891620300408437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3424891620300408437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3424891620300408437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3424891620300408437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/esperana.html' title='...Esperança....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RyaIRlnt6vI/AAAAAAAAALU/W4IydmBcV_s/s72-c/xl_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3137752820113888153</id><published>2007-10-22T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:28:12.462-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade é uma fonte</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rx1NDM8ksPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rHPeymQOk1o/s1600-h/4b9ce6c4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124336668427727090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rx1NDM8ksPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rHPeymQOk1o/s400/4b9ce6c4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A amizade sempre será uma fonte de renovação,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não retém a água para si.Dá-se espontaneamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela parte do coração de alguém ao coração dos demais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A grande arte de fazer amigos é uma maravilhosa aventura onde aprendemos a descobrir corações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toda amizade dá sentindo novo á vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem não conhece uma das palavras do Pequeno Príncipe quando ele diz:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Se tu me cativas, minha vida será como que cheia de sol”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Amizade é Ter sempre um lugar disponível (Amor não ocupa espaço!);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ouvir e sentir com o coração para entendê-lo melhor;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não exigir confiança quando mesmo não se tem;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confiar e acreditar nas capacidades do outro;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não desencorajá-lo na caminhada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crer muito mais na possibilidade da vitória que do fracasso;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não querer ser o dono da verdade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostrar que Trabalhar com Alegria Rende Muito Mais;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade é algo precioso e que todos nós temos que aprender a conservar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembre-se sempre que a amizade é uma fonte é fonte porque a amizade é renovação para quem dá e para quem recebe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma fonte pura e cristalina e que sempre terá vida nova."&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124337089334522114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rx1Nbs8ksQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/QP5PiP8nSJk/s400/069.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3137752820113888153?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3137752820113888153/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3137752820113888153' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-1575341905816296633</id><published>2007-10-22T02:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T02:56:50.000-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...Tenhu Saudade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxwsyM8ksII/AAAAAAAAAJE/g19IJoXuScQ/s1600-h/bdfsted.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxwsE88ksHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CusnHfaQdXc/s1600-h/7531.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124018939632070770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxwsE88ksHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CusnHfaQdXc/s400/7531.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...quando vejo retratos, quando sinto cheiros,quando escuto uma voz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando me lembro do passado,eu sinto saudades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades de amigos que nunca mais vi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de pessoas com quem não mais falei ou cruzei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades da minha infância,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do meu primeiro amor,do meu segundo, do terceiro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do penúltimo e daqueles que ainda vou vir a ter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades do presente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que não aproveitei de todo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lembrando e apostando no futuro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades do futuro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se idealizado,provavelmente não será do jeito que eu penso que vai ser...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades de quem me deixou e de quem eu deixei,de quem disse que viria e nem apareceu; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de quem apareceu correndo, sem me conhecer direito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de quem nunca vou ter a oportunidade de conhecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto saudades dos que se foram e de quem não me despedi direito;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;daqueles que não tiveram como me dizer adeus; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de gente que passou na calçada contrária da minha vida e que só enxerguei de vislumbre; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de coisas que eu tive e de outras que não tive mas quis muito ter;de coisas que nem sei que existiram mas que se soubesse, de certo gostaria de experimentar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez não exprima, corretamente,a imensa falta que sentimos de coisas ou pessoas queridas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E é por isso que eu tenho mais saudades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque encontrei uma palavra para usar todas as vezes em que sinto este aperto no peito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meio nostálgico, meio gostoso,mas que funciona melhor do que um sinal vital quando se quer falar de vida e de sentimentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela é a prova equívoca de que somos sensíveis,de que amamos muito do que tivemos e lamentamos as coisas boas que perdemos ao longo da nossa existência...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SENTIR SAUDADE, É SINAL DE QUE SE ESTÁ VIVO..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124019897409777810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rxws8s8ksJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BWms6tu26lk/s400/069.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-1575341905816296633?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/1575341905816296633/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=1575341905816296633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1575341905816296633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1575341905816296633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/tenhu-saudade.html' title='...Tenhu Saudade...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxwsE88ksHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/CusnHfaQdXc/s72-c/7531.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2516657576844630876</id><published>2007-10-21T07:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T07:26:10.411-02:00</updated><title type='text'>DESENCANTO.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rxsar88ksFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OigcEZdko6E/s1600-h/acostumar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123718343460958290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rxsar88ksFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OigcEZdko6E/s400/acostumar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eu faço versos como quem chora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De desalento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de desencanto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fecha o meu livro, se por agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tens motivo nenhum de pranto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu verso é sangue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Volúpia ardente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tristeza esparsa... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;remorso vão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dói-me nas veias. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amargo e quente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cai, gota a gota, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nestes versos de angústia rouca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim dos lábios a vida corre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixando um acre sabor na boca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Eu faço versos como quem morre..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(Manuel Bandeira) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/2516657576844630876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/desencanto.html' title='DESENCANTO.....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rxsar88ksFI/AAAAAAAAAIs/OigcEZdko6E/s72-c/acostumar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-1238186977610378296</id><published>2007-10-12T21:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:48:53.351-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Saudades..de minha infância...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxAVp88ksCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jwnkp0dJ_uQ/s1600-h/CHILDREN.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120616586799263778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxAVp88ksCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jwnkp0dJ_uQ/s400/CHILDREN.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Cai cai balão, cai cai balão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Na rua do sabão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Não Cai não, não cai não, não cai não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cai aqui na minha mão !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cai cai balão, cai cai balão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aqui na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Não vou lá, não vou lá, não vou lá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tenho medo de apanhar !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120616728533184562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxAVyM8ksDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/g9iY6yphsLQ/s400/kids.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RxAVp88ksCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jwnkp0dJ_uQ/s72-c/CHILDREN.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-8826379536114431890</id><published>2007-10-12T21:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:30:30.382-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.......FILTRO SOLAR......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nunca deixem de usar o filtro solar&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse dar só uma dica sobre o futuro&lt;br /&gt;seria esta: usem o filtro solar!&lt;br /&gt;Os benefícios a longo prazo do uso de Filtro Solar&lt;br /&gt;estão provados e comprovados pela ciência,&lt;br /&gt;Já o resto de meus conselhos não tem outra base&lt;br /&gt;confiável além de minha própria experiência errante.&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora eu vou compartilhar esses conselhos com&lt;br /&gt;vocês...&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite bem, o máximo que puder, o poder e a beleza&lt;br /&gt;da&lt;br /&gt;juventude.&lt;br /&gt;Ou, então, esquece... Você nunca vai entender mesmo o&lt;br /&gt;poder e a beleza da juventude&lt;br /&gt;até que tenham se apagado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode crer que daqui a vinte anos você vai evocar&lt;br /&gt;as suas fotos,&lt;br /&gt;E perceber de um jeito que você nem desconfia hoje em&lt;br /&gt;dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quantas, tantas alternativas se escancaravam a sua&lt;br /&gt;frente.&lt;br /&gt;E como você realmente estava com tudo em cima,&lt;br /&gt;Você não está gordo ou gorda...&lt;br /&gt;Não se preocupe com o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ou então preocupe-se, se quiser, mas saiba que&lt;br /&gt;pré-ocupação é tão eficaz quanto mascar chiclete para&lt;br /&gt;tentar&lt;br /&gt;resolver uma&lt;br /&gt;equação de álgebra.&lt;br /&gt;As encrencas de verdade em sua vida tendem a vir de&lt;br /&gt;coisas que nunca passaram pela sua cabeça preocupada,&lt;br /&gt;E te pegam no ponto fraco às 4 da tarde de uma&lt;br /&gt;terça-feira modorrenta.&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia, enfrente pelo menos uma coisa que te meta&lt;br /&gt;medo de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Cante.&lt;br /&gt;Não seja leviano com o coração dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Não ature gente de coração leviano.&lt;br /&gt;Use fio dental.&lt;br /&gt;Não perca tempo com inveja.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes se está por cima,&lt;br /&gt;às vezes por baixo.&lt;br /&gt;A peleja é longa e, no fim,&lt;br /&gt;é só você contra você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não esqueça os elogios que receber.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça as ofensas.&lt;br /&gt;Se conseguir isso, me ensine.&lt;br /&gt;Guarde as antigas cartas de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Jogue fora os extratos bancários velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Estique-se.&lt;br /&gt;Não se sinta culpado por não saber o que fazer da&lt;br /&gt;vida&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não&lt;br /&gt;sabiam, aos&lt;br /&gt;vinte e dois&lt;br /&gt;o que queriam fazer da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns dos quarentões mais interessantes que eu&lt;br /&gt;conheço ainda&lt;br /&gt;não sabem.&lt;br /&gt;Tome bastante cálcio.&lt;br /&gt;Seja cuidadoso com os joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Você vai sentir falta deles.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você case, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se divorcie aos quarenta, talvez dance ciranda&lt;br /&gt;em suas&lt;br /&gt;bodas de diamante.&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que fizer não se auto congratule demais, nem&lt;br /&gt;seja severo demais com você,&lt;br /&gt;As suas escolhas tem sempre metade das chances de dar&lt;br /&gt;certo,&lt;br /&gt;É assim para todo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Desfrute de seu corpo use-o de toda maneira que puder,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;Não tenha medo de seu corpo ou do que as outras&lt;br /&gt;pessoas possam achar dele,&lt;br /&gt;É o mais incrível instrumento que você jamais vai&lt;br /&gt;possuir.&lt;br /&gt;Dance.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que não tenha aonde além de seu próprio quarto.&lt;br /&gt;Leia as instruções mesmo que não vá segui-las depois.&lt;br /&gt;Não leia revistas de beleza, elas só vão fazer você se&lt;br /&gt;achar feio&lt;br /&gt;Dedique-se a conhecer seus pais. É impossível prever&lt;br /&gt;quando eles&lt;br /&gt;terão ido embora, de vez.&lt;br /&gt;Seja legal com seus irmãos. Eles são a melhor ponte&lt;br /&gt;com o seu&lt;br /&gt;passado e&lt;br /&gt;possivelmente quem vai sempre mesmo te apoiar no&lt;br /&gt;futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que amigos vão e vem, mas nunca abra mão de&lt;br /&gt;uns&lt;br /&gt;poucos e bons.&lt;br /&gt;Esforce-se de verdade para diminuir as distâncias&lt;br /&gt;geográficas e de estilos de vida, porque quanto mais&lt;br /&gt;velho você ficar,&lt;br /&gt;Mais você vai precisar das pessoas que você conheceu&lt;br /&gt;quando jovem.&lt;br /&gt;More uma vez em Nova York, mas vá embora antes de&lt;br /&gt;endurecer.&lt;br /&gt;More uma vez no Havaí, mas se mande antes de&lt;br /&gt;amolecer.&lt;br /&gt;Viaje.&lt;br /&gt;Aceite certas verdades inescapáveis:&lt;br /&gt;Os preços vão subir, os políticos vão saracotear, você&lt;br /&gt;também vai envelhecer.&lt;br /&gt;E quando isso acontecer você vai fantasiar que quando&lt;br /&gt;era jovem os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram&lt;br /&gt;decentes,&lt;br /&gt;E as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos.&lt;br /&gt;Respeite os mais velhos!!&lt;br /&gt;E não espere que ninguém segure a sua barra.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você arrume uma boa aposentadoria privada.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você case com um bom partido, mas não esqueça&lt;br /&gt;que um dos dois de repente pode acabar.&lt;br /&gt;Não mexa demais nos cabelos se não quando você chegar&lt;br /&gt;aos 40 vai aparentar 85.&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os conselhos que comprar,&lt;br /&gt;mas seja paciente com aqueles que os oferecem.&lt;br /&gt;Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Compartilhar conselhos é um jeito de pescar o passado&lt;br /&gt;do lixo,&lt;br /&gt;esfregá-lo,&lt;br /&gt;repintar as partes feias e reciclar tudo por mais do&lt;br /&gt;que vale.&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/4529285299471895789-8826379536114431890?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimentos proibidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;atormentam um coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sufoca o peito de saudade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;melancolia... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ansiedade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a renúncia de uma paixão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida mostra os caminhos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as escolhas por fazer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa velozmente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amanhã à Deus pertence!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje é preciso viver!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fugir da paixão é sofrimento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida perde o encanto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquarela sem cor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beijo sem sabor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;arco-íris cinzento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A razão pode prevalecer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os sonhos adormecer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;reprimir o sentimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas vale à pena sofrer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não viver a emoção é tormento!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afinal, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que levamos desta vida são apenas lembranças...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São momentos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-8356064022820280105?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/8356064022820280105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=8356064022820280105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8356064022820280105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8356064022820280105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_11.html' title='.......'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rw7ZwRfPuEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/NLmFPUMv88E/s72-c/3a953e1sp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-6968803783187724889</id><published>2007-10-10T18:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:04:20.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....Para ser feliz.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faça o seguinte: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assopre o pensamento triste, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixe escorrer a última lágrima,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conte até vinte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abra a janela, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquela que dá para o vôo dos pardais, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procure a luz que pisca lá na frente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(evite as sombras que ficaram lá pra trás). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao encontrá-la,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coloque-a dentro do peito de tal jeito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que possa ser notada do lado de fora; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acrescente agora uma pitada de poesia, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do tipo que passa por nós todos os dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e nem sequer consegue ser notada. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aumente o brilho , &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com toda a intensidade de que um sorriso é capaz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A felicidade é o seu limite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; e o paraíso é você mesmo quem faz!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-6968803783187724889?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/6968803783187724889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=6968803783187724889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6968803783187724889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/6968803783187724889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/para-ser-feliz.html' title='....Para ser feliz.....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-5327539840617352655</id><published>2007-10-10T00:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:35:24.669-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Amigos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwxIVxfPuAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yJhxftF4R00/s1600-h/bdfsted.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwxIOhfPt_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2HcMe29xp8Q/s1600-h/ATcAAABrAgfTe1iBYjxSWh0ML_DkTWMTqEwjnF4GcO7y803PUFBm49TzjQUM8veVv44LhXcgyBit3R4FHctpKwpIsqybAJtU9VBiUdGq5f7ZZ-qQ9klM5ESAIaoe7g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119546290758203378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwxIOhfPt_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/2HcMe29xp8Q/s400/ATcAAABrAgfTe1iBYjxSWh0ML_DkTWMTqEwjnF4GcO7y803PUFBm49TzjQUM8veVv44LhXcgyBit3R4FHctpKwpIsqybAJtU9VBiUdGq5f7ZZ-qQ9klM5ESAIaoe7g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amigos sabem quando serão amigos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois compartilham momentos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dão Força... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estão sempre ao nosso lado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja nas conquistas ou nas derrotas!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nas horas boas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nas difíceis... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade nem sempre é pensar do mesmo jeito... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas abrir mão de vez em quando... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade é como ter um irmão... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não mora na mesma casa... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É compartilhar segredos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoções... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É compreensão... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É diversão... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É contar com alguém... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre que precisar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter algo em comum... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não ter nada em comum... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É não ter nada em comum mesmo!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É saber que se tem mais em comum do que se imagina... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É sentir saudade... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É querer dar um tempo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É dar preferência... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É bater um ciuminho... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade que é amizade nunca acaba... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que a gente cresça... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que outras pessoas apareçam no nosso caminho! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque amizade não se explica! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela simplesmente acontece..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-5327539840617352655?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/5327539840617352655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=5327539840617352655' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-6565681402076286374</id><published>2007-10-07T16:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:50:16.671-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Oração da minha vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;"Senhor Deus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Passei tanto tempo te procurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não sabia onde estavas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;olhava para o infinito, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;e não te via.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E pensava comigo mesmo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;será que Tu existes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Não me contentava com a busca e prosseguia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tentava te encontrar nas religiões e nos templos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tu também não estavas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Te busquei através dos sacerdotes e pastores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Também não te encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Senti-me só, vazio e descri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E na descrença te ofendi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E na ofensa tropecei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E no tropeço cai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E na queda senti-me fraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Fraco procurei socorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;No socorro encontrei amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Nos amigos encontrei carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;No carinho eu vi nascer o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Com amor eu vi um mundo novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E no mundo novo resolvi viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E tendo a paz foi que enxerguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Que dentro de mim é que tu estavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;E sem procurar-te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;Foi que te encontrei." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-6565681402076286374?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-7746353250858667985</id><published>2007-10-07T16:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:46:33.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Alma da Mulher....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rwk3ehfPt4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kLSx_pF0UGM/s1600-h/28-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118683449008306050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rwk3ehfPt4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kLSx_pF0UGM/s400/28-2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nada mais contraditório do que ser mulher...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mulher que pensa com o coração, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;age pela emoção &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vence pelo amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vive milhões de emoções num só dia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e transmite cada uma delas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;num único olhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que cobra de si a perfeição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vive arrumando desculpas para os erros, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daqueles a quem ama.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hospeda no ventre outras almas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dá a luz edepois fica cega,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diante da beleza dos filhos que gerou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dá as asas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ensina a voar mas não quer ver partiros pássaros,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mesmo sabendo que eles não lhe pertencem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que se enfeita toda e perfuma o leito, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ainda que seu amor nem perceba mais tais detalhes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que como uma feiticeira transforma em luz e sorriso &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as dores que sente na alma,só pra ninguém notar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E ainda tem que ser forte, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pra dar os ombros para quem neles precise chorar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz do homem que por um dia souber, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entender a Alma da Mulher!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-7746353250858667985?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7746353250858667985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rwg5ExfPt3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/GapEwAn9PLg/s72-c/avatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4705017131039836838</id><published>2007-10-06T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T16:56:59.325-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....SAUDADE.....Para meu Amor....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Em alguma outra vida, devemos ter feito algo de muito grave, para sentirmos tanta saudade..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trancar o dedo numa porta dói. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bater com o queixo no chão dói. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Torcer o tornozelo dói. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Um tapa, um soco, um pontapé,doem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dói bater a cabeça na quina da mesa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dói morder a língua, dói cólica, cárie e pedra no rim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas o que mais dói é a saudade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade de um irmão que mora longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade de uma cachoeira da infância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade do gosto de uma fruta que não se encontra mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade da mãe que morreu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;do amigo imaginário que nunca existiu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade de uma cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade da gente mesmo, que o tempo não perdoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doem essas saudades todas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas a saudade mais dolorosa é a saudade de quem se ama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade da pele, do cheiro, dos beijos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade da presença, e até da ausência consentida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você podia ficar na sala e ela no quarto, sem se verem, mas sabiam-se lá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você podia ir para o dentista e ela para a faculdade, mas sabiam-se onde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você podia ficar o dia sem vê-la, ela o dia sem vê-lo, mas sabiam-se amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Contudo, quando o amor de um acaba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ou torna-se menor, ao outro sobra uma saudade que ninguém sabe como deter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade é basicamente não saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber mais se ela continua fungando num ambiente mais frio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber se ele continua sem fazer a barba por causa daquela alergia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber se ela ainda usa aquela saia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber se ele foi na consulta com o dermatologista como prometeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber se ela tem comido bem por causa daquela mania de estar sempre ocupada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ele tem assistido as aulas de inglês, se aprendeu a entrar na Internet e encontrar a página do Diário Oficial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela aprendeu a estacionar entre dois carros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ele continua preferindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Malzebier&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela continua preferindo suco, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ele continua sorrindo com aqueles olhinhos apertados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela continua dançando daquele jeitinho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enlouquecedor&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ele continua cantando tão bem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela continua detestando o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MC&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Donald&lt;/span&gt;'s, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ele continua amando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela continua a chorar até nas comédias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade é não saber mesmo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Não saber o que fazer com os dias que ficaram mais compridos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não saber como encontrar tarefas que lhe cessem o pensamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não saber como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frear&lt;/span&gt; as lágrimas diante de uma música, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;não saber como vencer a dor de um silêncio que nada preenche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade é não querer saber se ela está com outro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e ao mesmo tempo querer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É não saber se ele está feliz, e ao mesmo tempo perguntar a todos os amigos por isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;É não querer saber se ele está mais magro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;se ela esta mais bela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade é nunca mais saber de quem se ama, e ainda assim doer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saudade é isso que senti enquanto estive escrevendo e o que você, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;provavelmente, está sentindo agora depois que acabou de ler..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-4705017131039836838?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4705017131039836838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4705017131039836838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4705017131039836838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem e Amanhã! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem foi para aprender!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã será uma consequência do que posso fazer hoje. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje enfrentarei a vida com a convicção de que este dia nunca mais retornará. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é a última oportunidade que tenho de viver intensamente. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já que ninguém me assegura que amanhã verei o amanhecer. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje terei coragem para não deixar passar as oportunidades que se apresentam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que são as minhas chances de triunfar! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje aplicarei a minha riqueza mais apreciada: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu tempo! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu trabalho mais transcendental: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A minha vida! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passarei cada minuto apaixonadamente para transformar este dia num único e no melhor dia da minha vida! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje vencerei cada obstáculo que surgir no meu caminho acreditando que vencerei! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje resistirei ao pessimismo e conquistarei o mundo com um sorriso com uma atitude positiva esperando sempre o melhor...."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-5771559244945613321?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/5771559244945613321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=5771559244945613321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/5771559244945613321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/5771559244945613321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/motivao.html' title='...Motivação....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-7667206905231746464</id><published>2007-10-06T16:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:46:28.225-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Lições de uma vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwfmABfPt1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ8IoOmMzxw/s1600-h/montada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118312389603735378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwfmABfPt1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ8IoOmMzxw/s400/montada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Compreendi que viver é ser livre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que ter amigos é necessário...,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que lutar é manter-se vivo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pra ser feliz basta querer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que o tempo cura...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que magoa passa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que decepção não mata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que hoje é reflexo de ontem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compreendi que podemos chorar sem derramar lágrimas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que os verdadeiros amigos permanecem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que dor fortalece...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que vencer engrandece...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que sonhar não é fantasiar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que pra sorrir tem que fazer alguém sorrir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a beleza não está no que vemos, e sim no que sentimos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o valor está na força da conquista...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compreendi que as palavras tem força...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que fazer é melhor que falar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o olhar não mente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que viver é aprender com os erros...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi que tudo depende da vontade...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o melhor é ser nós mesmos... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu gosto de tudo de bom que a vida possa me proporciona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANE-SE quem não gosta de mim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas não subestime minha inteligência!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-7667206905231746464?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7667206905231746464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=7667206905231746464' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/7667206905231746464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/7667206905231746464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/lies-de-una-vida.html' title='...Lições de uma vida....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwfmABfPt1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/KZ8IoOmMzxw/s72-c/montada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-2376328935574461974</id><published>2007-10-06T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T13:48:27.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.....Queria ser um anjo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rwe7lBfPtzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qrmYYDik2tU/s1600-h/GOTOSU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118265746258900786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rwe7lBfPtzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qrmYYDik2tU/s400/GOTOSU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para ler seus pensamentos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E te descobrir nesse momento. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para participar dos seus instantes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seus dias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo distante. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para estar contigo em teus desejos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais íntimos, mais loucos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para adivinhar com quem estás agora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para quem são teus pensamentos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teus sentimentos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te amar no silêncio, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te seguir como o vento, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para pertencer ao teu tempo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como só os anjos podem... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria ser um anjo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te dar o paraíso, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te dar o infinito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E poder estar contigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te dar a primavera Linda, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;radiante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bela, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te envolver, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;etéreo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estar em seus sonhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre e eternamente! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah! Como queria ser um anjo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So para matar esta SAUDADE q estou de vc meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-2376328935574461974?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/2376328935574461974/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=2376328935574461974' 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-4529285299471895789.post-3947530121248413234</id><published>2007-10-03T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T01:12:06.758-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Bibi...minha filha-irmã-amiga.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMWgav_1tI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GCI7wFuj8jE/s1600-h/BIBICAS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116958347815278290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMWgav_1tI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GCI7wFuj8jE/s320/BIBICAS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;"Em um dia especial,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;DEUS talvez cansado de me ver chorar sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;e sabendo que era por tanta decepções,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;por tanto acreditar em amigos e eles falharem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ELE olhou para meu íntimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;e viu o quanto eu precisava de alguém para dividir tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;compartilhar bençãos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;somar sonhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Então em sua enorme demonstração de amor e cuidado com a minha felicidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ELE olhou do céu e procurou alguém para me presentear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;e DEUS como ELE é PAI, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ELE sempre dá o melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;a prova é você!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Para mim você é a melhor AMIGA do mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;presente do meu PAPAI DO CÉU, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;e hoje eu sei que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;DEUS não tira o que já nos deu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;se perdemos a culpa é nossa por não cuidarmos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;À você amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;só desejo algo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;que eu seja tão especial, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;quanto você é para mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amiga, você é um presente!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3947530121248413234?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3947530121248413234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3947530121248413234' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3947530121248413234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3947530121248413234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/bibiminha-filha-irm-amiga.html' title='...Bibi...minha filha-irmã-amiga.....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMWgav_1tI/AAAAAAAAAFI/GCI7wFuj8jE/s72-c/BIBICAS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4532140916969870178</id><published>2007-10-03T00:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:54:43.961-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Meu amigo Mauro...(Maureth para os íntimos..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMSZKv_1sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VupxyXTpHmo/s1600-h/LEGAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116953825214715586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMSZKv_1sI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VupxyXTpHmo/s400/LEGAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Houve tempos em que precisei chorar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e você me consolou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve tempos em que sorri,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e você sorriu comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve tempos em que briguei, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;questionei e você me apoiou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve tempos em que sonhei, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lutei, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acreditei e vivi intensamente muitas emoções.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com sua amizade verdadeira esteve ao meu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enfrentando todos os obstáculos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acreditando em mim e em meus ideais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Houve tempos em que me senti sozinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas como um presente maravilhoso de Deus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;você apareceu em minha vida com seu jeito especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alto astral e sua amizade verdadeira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje não mais estou só, porque tenho você!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo meu amigão!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-4532140916969870178?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4532140916969870178/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4532140916969870178' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4532140916969870178'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Ficar denovo pequenina..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Olhando minhas crianças brincando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comecei a pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez quando eu era criança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adulta eu queria ficar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mil lembranças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltam em minha mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quando eu era pequenina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma criança somente.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas recordações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dias felizes....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as emoções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ate das tristezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que um dia tive....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera mesmo que aproveitei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera que eu valorizei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A grandeza......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a alegria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela vivencia em plena "folia"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera que o adulto eu analisei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sera que eu acreditei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que tudo seria melhor quando eu crescesse?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E adulta eu fiquei!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E hoje quero confessar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a infância me fascina...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que eu daria tudo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra ficar de novo pequenina!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-1912555313968259539</id><published>2007-10-03T00:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:38:53.257-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....Seu Paranhos......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMOrKv_1rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vL894ubYBVg/s1600-h/meu+pai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116949736405849778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMOrKv_1rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vL894ubYBVg/s400/meu+pai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Pai dá conselho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e encorajamento quando a gente precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Um Pai se importa com as coisas que são importantes para a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Um Pai fica feliz com o nosso sucesso e felicidade, a vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Eu agradeço PAI,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelos abraços,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;risos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;alegrias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e momentos especiais a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as maneiras com que você demonstrou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o quanto amava e se importava.&lt;br /&gt;Por sua paciência e seu humor.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que você sempre fez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tenho muito orgulho e sou muito feliz por ter... .&lt;br /&gt;..UM PAI COMO VOCÊ!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-1912555313968259539?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/1912555313968259539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=1912555313968259539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1912555313968259539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1912555313968259539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/seu-paranhos.html' title='....Seu Paranhos......'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMOrKv_1rI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vL894ubYBVg/s72-c/meu+pai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-5598118536582931990</id><published>2007-10-03T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:29:37.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Migalhas de Amor.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMMhav_1qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KbNHwaUhr-0/s1600-h/leku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116947369878869666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMMhav_1qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KbNHwaUhr-0/s400/leku.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Me diz, que amor é este que vive dentro de mim, que faço força para arrancar, mas que sempre está presente.&lt;br /&gt;Me fala... Me explica... Me ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Diz, se tu és a minha outra parte, minh'alma gêmea, ou se sou eu quem te quero demais, e as vezes, em momentos que tu estás totalmente desarmado, me vejo dentro do teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Diz, se somos feitos um para o outro, ou se sou eu que me sinto dentro do teu peito com a esperança do teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Diz, se é sonho ou ilusão, quando sinto teu carinho de forma diferenciada e agradavél para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Me fala, o porque de conhecer teu corpo e o saber de cada curva tua, sem nunca te ter tocado.&lt;br /&gt;Me explica, este aroma de jasmim e rosas que me envolve, esta paz e esta alegria que sinto ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Me ajuda, a compreender e a aceitar, pois entendo como este amor tão grande pode me doer tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Diz, me fala, me explica, me ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Então, se tua resposta é o silêncio. Apenas me abraça, me envolve neste carinho, nesta única migalha de amor...."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-5598118536582931990?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/5598118536582931990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=5598118536582931990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/5598118536582931990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/5598118536582931990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/10/migalhas-de-amor.html' title='Migalhas de Amor.........'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwMMhav_1qI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KbNHwaUhr-0/s72-c/leku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-4753426649154303094</id><published>2007-09-30T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:58:06.695-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwBiLav_1lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5xB48jD7POQ/s1600-h/58023725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116197124991604306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwBiLav_1lI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5xB48jD7POQ/s400/58023725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Eu sou uma bruxa. Não trabalho para o demônio, não estou interessada no Satã. Satã foi inventado pelos cristãos. Satanismo é uma forma de cristianismo. Eu não sou um cristão.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou a igreja aos domingos. Eu não temo ir para o inferno porque eu acredito no inferno tanto quanto acredito no Satã.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito em reencarnação; que voltarei para este mundo ou outro, e viverei outra vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou má. Dizer as pessoas que eu sou uma "boa bruxa" ou perguntar me se sou uma boa bruxa implica que há más bruxas. Há pessoas más no mundo , e há pessoas que escolhem usar com as forças da natureza no propósito para fazer mal aos outros; essas pessoas não são bruxas. A lei principal da bruxa é "Faça o que quiseres sem a ninguém prejudicar".&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não me pergunte sobre sacrifício de gatos ou profanação igrejas. Eu amo meus gatos. E eu não vou a igrejas e sinagogas a menos um amigo de outra religião me convide para uma ocasião especial. E se tenho que entrar numa igreja, eu não vou sofrer um "ataque divino". E se um cristão, ou um Judeu, ou um budista vem a um ritual pagão, nossos deuses não atacarão até morrer. Não é isso algo a se pensar?&lt;br /&gt;Vestir um pentáculo não é diferente que vestir uma cruz, crucifixo ou uma estrela de Davi. Se você quer que eu retire o símbolo da minha religião (e Wicca é uma religião, protegida pela mesma Primeira Emenda dos Direitos como outras religiões.) por que é ofensivo, você precisa fazer com que cada um de cada religião o faça também. Os cinco pontos da estrela simbolizam os cinco elementos: Terra, Ar, Fogo e Água, e o quinto ponto é o Espírito. Circundado pelo Mundo. Como que pode ofender, não dá para imaginar. Uma imagem de um torturado, um homem agonizando é mais ofensiva, e mesmo assim, milhares de pessoas usam crucifixos todo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Também, não me pergunte se eu estou num coven com aquele jeito horripilante, meio aquele tom de voz "fascinada". Se eu quero falar sobre meu coven, eu irei educá-la. Se sou um praticante solitário, eu não tenho coven para discutir.&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer caso, em nossos rituais temos velas, comida, bebida, poesias, dança...sim, há uma faca, mas ela só corta o ar, e não carne de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não bebo sangue. Não sou a mesma coisa que vampiro. Eu visto preto porque isso mantém a negatividade fora e porque fica melhor em mim que laranja e bolinhas roxo/púrpura.&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer me perguntar algo relacionado a minha religião, pergunte-me quando a próxima lua cheia vai chegar. Ou melhor, quando a próxima lua azul vai chegar. Ou pergunte o que a lua azul. E Pergunte-me sobre ervas. Cristais. Curas. As vezes me pedem para fazer uma poção do amor. Mas eu não lanço feitiços em outras pessoas e não lançarei um feitiço em você para ficar linda, magra, mais atraente . E eu não vou lançar um feitiço no seu "desejado" para fazer ele te amar . Acredite-me, você não quer isso. Isso é forma de manipulação , mandar em alguém , infringe na sua liberdade. Não é bom para ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;E também não vou lançar um feitiço para alguém parar de fazer algo contigo. Magia funciona como uma co-criação. Uma bruxa funciona com energia universal, com os deuses, "inclinando" a máquina de probabilidade para algo.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de dinheiro? Não tente enfeitiçar seu chefe a dar um aumento. Simplesmente peça ao Universo que aumente os "fluidos" de abundância e prosperidade em sua direção . Isso não afeta ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;Última coisa; dar-me um livro sobre a inquisição é como dar um livro sobre o Holocausto a um judeu. Não é engraçado, é rude.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor não tente me deixar envergonhada com o que faço ou o que sou. Por favor não tente me converter ou me "salvar". Não atire água benta em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe "santinhos" sobre minha mesa ou pára-brisa. Eu não necessito ser salva.&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos orgulhosas pelo fato de não precisarmos recrutar pessoas para serem bruxas. Nós simplesmente somos, e todos a nossa volta nos verão como pensamos, como agimos, na nossa paz interior, e só quando uma pessoa diz "como faço para me tornar um bruxa?" nós fazemos ela adentrar conosco.&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca irei deixar uma propaganda da religião com alguém. Eu não tenho uma propaganda, a não ser que considere esta carta como uma. E eu não estou interessada em convertê-lo. Eu só peço a você que me compreenda. E se não quiser me compreender, apenas me deixe sozinha."&lt;br /&gt;Abençoados sejam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-4753426649154303094?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/4753426649154303094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=4753426649154303094' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4753426649154303094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/4753426649154303094'/><link 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116180958734702114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwBTeav_1iI/AAAAAAAAADs/tKoXzTBVHh4/s400/720641101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O melhor da vida é quando encontramos pessoas que saibam fazer de pequenos instantes grandes momentos"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As mais lindas palavras de AMOR,são ditas no silêncio de um OLHAR"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nunca brinque com os sentimentos das pessoas; algum dia você pode acabar sendo o brinquedo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eterno é tudo aquilo que dura uma fração de segundos, mas com tamanha intensidade que se petrifica e nenhuma força consegue destruir"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Saudade é uma palavra sem explicação; ela está na mente mas quem sofre é o coração"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há momentos na vida em que se deveria calar... e deixar que o silêncio falasse ao coração; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois há sentimentos que a linguagem não expressa... e há emoções que as palavras não sabem traduzir"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Existem pessoas que convivem anos conosco e pouco representam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outras, ao contrário, surgem em nosso caminho e sem que se espere gravam o nome em nossa existência." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-7086427817637565287?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/7086427817637565287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=7086427817637565287' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/7086427817637565287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/7086427817637565287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/curtos.html' title='....Curtos.....'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RwBTeav_1iI/AAAAAAAAADs/tKoXzTBVHh4/s72-c/720641101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-1428104987735256652</id><published>2007-09-30T22:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:45:12.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.........Faça como as águias.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando as tempestades da vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surgem escuras à minha frente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me recordo de maravilhosas palavras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que uma vez eu li. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E digo a mim mesmo: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando pairarem nuvens ameaçadoras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não dobre suas asas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não fuja para o abrigo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, faça como a águia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abra largamente as suas asas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E decole para bem alto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acima dos problemas que a vida traz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois a águia sabe &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que quanto mais alto voar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais tranqüilos e mais brilhantes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tornam-se os céus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não há nada na vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que Deus nos peça para carregar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nós não possamos levar planando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com as asas da oração. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ao olhar para trás &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verá que a tempestade passou, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você encontrará novas forças &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ganhará coragem também.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-1428104987735256652?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/1428104987735256652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-8495644176330284138</id><published>2007-09-28T21:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:02:59.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>.......Adrian Felipe........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2WHav_1hI/AAAAAAAAADk/gXraAGE8WXE/s1600-h/felipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115409805946639890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2WHav_1hI/AAAAAAAAADk/gXraAGE8WXE/s400/felipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quαηtα вєlєzα　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　　　　　　єxistє dєηtяσ dє vσcê!　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suα cσяαgєм, sєus sσηнσs　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　sєu αмσя quє вяilнα 　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;є suα cσηstαηtє gαяяα ..　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É vσcê quєм dá cσя α tudσ quє vê.　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　Flui dє vσcê σ dє мαis вєlσ ηα vidα 　　　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“α pяópяiα vidα!“　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vσє єм sєus pєηsαмєηtσs　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　cσмσ uм pássαяσ vôσ α liвєяdαdє ..　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　　　　　　　α liвєяdαdє dє sσηнαя! 　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　　　　　　　Rєησvє-sє.　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;σlнє pαяα tudσ ησ мuηdσ cσм cσηfiαηçα.　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cσм Fé ησ нσjє, ησ αмαηнã.　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cσηfiє єм sєus tєsσuяσs 　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　Pσяquє sãσ dє Dєus. 　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudσ é liηdσ ησ мuηdσ dє fσяα 　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　　Quαηdσ σlнαмσs cσм σs σlнσs dα αlмα 　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;　Cσηfiє...liвєяtє suαs quαlidαdєs　　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;є vσє вєм αltσ є vєяá .. 　　　　　　　　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dσ quє vσcê é cαpαz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-8495644176330284138?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/8495644176330284138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=8495644176330284138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8495644176330284138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8495644176330284138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/adrian-felipe.html' title='.......Adrian Felipe........'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2WHav_1hI/AAAAAAAAADk/gXraAGE8WXE/s72-c/felipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-965092031413600433</id><published>2007-09-28T20:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:59:09.791-03:00</updated><title type='text'>............Desejo.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Que você possa encontrar o poder que Deus lhe deu para não desanimar....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Que você seja capaz de atravessar um deserto sem fim e jamais desistir.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Que consiga observar que todas as noites são lindas......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Que todo novo dia é único......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Porque Deus está contigo.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......E quando tudo lhe parecer sem saída.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.......Deus proverá uma solução......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;......................."CONFIE"....................&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-965092031413600433?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/965092031413600433/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-8505720324395481023</id><published>2007-09-28T20:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:54:06.029-03:00</updated><title type='text'>....Sonhe......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2T6qv_1gI/AAAAAAAAADc/DFOfqu7DpDk/s1600-h/leko,adria+e+felipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115407387880052226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2T6qv_1gI/AAAAAAAAADc/DFOfqu7DpDk/s400/leko,adria+e+felipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sσηhε cσм αqμilσ qμε vσcê qμisεr　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sεjα σ qμε vσcê qμεr sεr, pσrqμε vσcê pσssμi 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;αpεηαs μмα viđα ε ηεlα só sε τεм μмα chαηcε 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;đε fαzεr αqμilσ qμε sε qμεrτεηhα fεliciđαđε bαsταητε pαrα fαzê-lα đσcε&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Đificμlđαđεs pαrα fαzê-lα fσrτετrisτεzα pαrα fαzê-lα hμмαηα　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;€ εspεrαηçα sμficiεητε pαrα fαzê-lα fεliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Дs pεssσαs мαis fεlizεs ηãσ τêм αs мεlhσrεs cσisαs　 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;€lαs sαbεм fαzεr σ мεlhσr đαs σpσrτμηiđαđεs 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;qμε αpαrεcεм εм sεμs cαмiηhσs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Д fεliciđαđε αpαrεcε pαrα αqμεlεs qμε chσrαм 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pαrα αqμεlεs qμε sε мαchμcαм&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pαrα αqμεlεs qμε bμscαм ε τεηταм sεмprε　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;€ pαrα αqμεlεs qμε rεcσηhεcεм α iмpσrτâηciα đαs 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pεssσαs qμε pαssαм pσr sμαs viđαs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O fμτμrσ мαis brilhαητε έ bαsεαđσ ημм pαssαđσ 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iητεηsαмεητε viviđσ　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vσcê só τεrά sμcεssσ ηα viđα qμαηđσ pεrđσαr σs　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;εrrσs ε αs đεcεpçõεs đσ pαssαđσ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Д viđα έ cμrτα, мαs αs εмσçõεs qμε pσđεмσs đεixαr 　&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;đμrαм μмα ετεrηiđαđε...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-8505720324395481023?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/8505720324395481023/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=8505720324395481023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8505720324395481023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/8505720324395481023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/sonhe.html' title='....Sonhe......'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/Rv2T6qv_1gI/AAAAAAAAADc/DFOfqu7DpDk/s72-c/leko,adria+e+felipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-5749498876200170997</id><published>2007-09-26T19:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:46:59.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Adria Verônica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrhVKv_1fI/AAAAAAAAADU/PrS0_RAK2zc/s1600-h/amada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114648080611792370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrhVKv_1fI/AAAAAAAAADU/PrS0_RAK2zc/s400/amada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filha,Quanta ternura me inspiras!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Observo-te dormindo e penso:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Os anjos do céu devem ser assim,cabelinhos encaracolados,pele clara e macia,o teu sorriso,a tua simpatia...&lt;br /&gt;És a minha pequena,minha grande razão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presente que ganhei de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus em sua infinita sabedoria, guie você por todos os dias de tua vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que tenhas sucesso por toda a estrada que ainda terá a percorrer! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que Deus te traga grandes e iluminados dias na vida, que possas ser Rainha sem jamais perder a Simplicidade, que possas ter Fé sem perder a Esperança, que possas Sorrir sem perder a Lágrima, que possas ser Mulher,, sem perder a Criança, que possas ser sempre Feliz !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrhVKv_1fI/AAAAAAAAADU/PrS0_RAK2zc/s72-c/amada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-1344385939226181939</id><published>2007-09-26T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:35:05.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...Ser Mãe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrePav_1eI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiNstUYrgE4/s1600-h/bebes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114644683292661218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrePav_1eI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiNstUYrgE4/s400/bebes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Antes de ser mãe eu fazia e comia os alimentos ainda quentes. Eu não tinha roupas manchadas. Eu tinha calmas conversas ao telefone. Antes de ser mãe eu dormia o quanto eu queria e nunca me preocupava com a hora de ir para a cama. Eu não me esquecia de escovar os cabelos e os dentes. Antes de ser mãe eu limpava minha casa todo dia. Eu não tropeçava em brinquedos nem pensava em canções de ninar. Antes de ser mãe eu não me preocupava se minhas plantas eram venenosas ou não. Imunizações e vacinas eram coisas em que eu não pensava. Antes de ser mãe ninguém vomitou nem fez xixi em mim, nem me beliscou sem nenhum cuidado, com dedinhos de unhas finas. Antes de ser mãe eu tinha controle sobre a minha mente, meus pensamentos, meu corpo e meus sentimentos. ... eu dormia a noite toda .. Antes de ser mãe eu nunca tive que segurar uma criança chorando para que médicos pudessem fazer testes ou aplicar injeções. Eu nunca chorei olhando pequeninos olhos que choravam. Eu nunca fiquei gloriosamente feliz com uma simples risadinha. Eu nunca fiquei sentada horas e horas olhando um bebê dormindo. Antes de ser mãe eu nunca segurei uma criança só por não querer afastar meu corpo do dela. Eu nunca senti meu coração se despedaçar quando não pude estancar uma dor. Eu nunca imaginei que uma coisinha tão pequenina pudesse mudar tanto a minha vida. Eu nunca imaginei que pudesse amar alguém tanto assim. ...e não sabia que adoraria ser mãe. Antes de ser mãe eu não conhecia a sensação de ter meu coração fora do meu próprio corpo. Eu não conhecia a felicidade de alimentar um bebê faminto. Eu não conhecia esse laço que existe entre a mãe e a sua criança. Eu não imaginava que algo tão pequenino pudesse fazer-me sentir tão importante. Antes de ser mãe eu nunca me levantei à noite a cada 10 minutos para me certificar de que tudo estava bem. Nunca pude imaginar o calor, a alegria, o amor, a dor e a satisfação de ser uma mãe. Eu não sabia que era capaz de ter sentimentos tão fortes. Por tudo e, apesar de tudo, obrigada, Deus , por eu ser agora um alguém tão frágil e tão forte ao mesmo tempo. Obrigada por permitir-me ser Mãe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-1344385939226181939?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/1344385939226181939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=1344385939226181939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1344385939226181939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/1344385939226181939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/ser-me.html' title='...Ser Mãe...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrePav_1eI/AAAAAAAAADM/UiNstUYrgE4/s72-c/bebes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3073054834952245124</id><published>2007-09-26T19:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:40:44.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>..A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Quando&lt;/span&gt; sua vida começa, você tem apenas uma mala pequenina na mão...”.&lt;br /&gt;A medida em que os anos vão passando, a bagagem vai aumentando. Porque existem muitas coisas que você recolhe pelo caminho... Porque pensa que não é importante.&lt;br /&gt;A um determinado ponto do caminho começa a ficar insuportável carregar tantas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Pesa demais...&lt;br /&gt;Então você pode escolher:&lt;br /&gt;Ficar sentado à beira do caminho, esperando que alguém o ajude, o que é difícil.Pois todos que passarem por ali já terão sua própria bagagem.&lt;br /&gt;Ou você pode aliviar o peso, esvaziando a mala. Mas o que tirar?Você começa tirando tudo para fora, e vendo o que tem dentro...Amizade...Amor...Amizade...Amor...Amor...Amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Nossa!Tem bastante, e curioso... Não pesa nada!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem algo pesado...Você faz força para tirar...&lt;br /&gt;É a raiva, como ela pesa.&lt;br /&gt;Ai você começa a tirar, tirar, e aparecem à incompreensão, o medo, o pessimismo...Nesse momento, o desânimo quase te leva para dentro da mala...Mas você puxa-o para fora com toda a força,e aparece um sorriso, que estava sufocada no fundo de sua bagagem...&lt;br /&gt;Pula para fora outro sorriso e mais outro, e ai saem à felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;Você coloca as mãos dentro da mala de novo e tira pra fora a tristeza... Agora, você vai ter que procurar a paciência dentro da mala, pois você vai precisar bastante...&lt;br /&gt;Procure então o resto:&lt;br /&gt;Força, esperança, coragem, entusiasmo, equilíbrio, responsabilidade, tolerância, bem humor...&lt;br /&gt;Tira a preocupação também, e deixa de lado. Depois você pensa o que fazer com ela... Bem, sua bagagem está pronta para ser arrumada de novo! Mas pensa bem o que você vai colocar lá dentro!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é com você...&lt;br /&gt;E não se esqueça de fazer isso mais vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Pois o caminho é Muito, muito longo.&lt;br /&gt;Fica na paz, fique com Deus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4529285299471895789-3073054834952245124?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3073054834952245124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3073054834952245124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3073054834952245124'/><link rel='self' 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE CRESCER NÃO SIGNIFICA FAZER ANIVERSÁRIO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE O SILÊNCIO É A MELHOR RESPOSTA, QUANDO SE OUVE UMA BOBAGEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE TRABALHAR SIGNIFICA NÃO SÓ GANHAR DINHEIRO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE AMIGOS A GENTE CONQUISTA MOSTRANDO O QUE SOMOS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE OS VERDADEIROS AMIGOS SEMPRE FICAM COM VOCÊ ATÉ O FIM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE A MALDADE SE ESCONDE ATRÁS DE UMA BELA FACE.QUE NÃO SE ESPERA A FELICIDADE CHEGAR, MAS SE PROCURA POR ELA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE QUANDO PENSO SABER DE TUDO AINDA NÃO APRENDI NADA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE A NATUREZA É A COISA MAIS BELA NA VIDA.QUE AMAR SIGNIFICA SE DAR POR INTEIRO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE UM SÓ DIA PODE SER MAIS IMPORTANTE QUE MUITOS ANOS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE SE PODE CONVERSAR COM ESTRELAS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE SE PODE CONFESSAR COM A LUA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE SE PODE VIAJAR ALÉM DO INFINITO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE OUVIR UMA PALAVRA DE CARINHO FAZ BEM Á SAÚDE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE DAR CARINHO TAMBÉM FAZ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE SONHAR É PRECISO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE NOSSO SER É LIVRE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE DEUS NÃO PROÍBE NADA EM NOME DO AMOR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE O JULGAMENTO ALHEIO NÃO É IMPORTANTE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE O QUE REALMENTE IMPORTA É A PAZ INTERIOR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E, FINALMENTE, APRENDI QUE NÃO SE PODE MORRER, PARA SE APRENDER A VIVER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3508255435719724010?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3508255435719724010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3508255435719724010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3508255435719724010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3508255435719724010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-refletir.html' title='Para Refletir...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4529285299471895789.post-3213202375288530343</id><published>2007-09-26T19:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T19:05:35.284-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeçar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrXg6v_1cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PDI3p3oiT_w/s1600-h/EU+A+BOA!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114637287358977474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrXg6v_1cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PDI3p3oiT_w/s320/EU+A+BOA!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde você parou... em que momento da vida você se cansou... o que importa é que sempre é possível e necessário recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é dar uma nova chance a si mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;É renovar as esperanças na vida e, o mais importante: acreditar em você novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sofreu muito nesse período? Foi aprendizado...&lt;br /&gt;Chorou muito? Foi limpeza da alma...&lt;br /&gt;Ficou com raiva das pessoas? Foi para perdoá-las um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Sentiu-se só por diversas vezes? É porque fechou a porta até para os anjos...&lt;br /&gt;Está se sentindo sozinho? Talvez você tenha afastado as pessoas no seu "período de isolamento"..&lt;br /&gt;Acreditou que tudo estava perdido? Era o início da sua melhora...&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, agora é hora de reiniciar, de pensar na luz... de encontrar prazer nas coisas simples de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta gente esperando apenas um sorriso seu para se aproximar.&lt;br /&gt;Que tal dar um jeito no visual, fazer um novo curso ou realizar aquele velho desejo de aprender a pintar, desenhar, dominar o computador, ou qualquer outra coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Observe quantos desafios a vida está a lhe oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;Quanta coisa nova está esperando para ser descoberta!&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos trancamos na tristeza, nem nós mesmos nos suportamos, ficamos horríveis.&lt;br /&gt;O mau humor vai minando nosso fígado, até a boca ficar amarga.&lt;br /&gt;Se você está se sentindo assim, com a sensação de derrota, é hora de recomeçar...&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é um bom dia para enfrentar novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Defina aonde você quer chegar e dê o primeiro passo.&lt;br /&gt;Comece por fazer uma faxina mental, jogando fora todos esses pensamentos e sentimentos pessimistas que se acumularam ao longo do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Atire para longe os ressentimentos, as mágoas, os melindres que impedem a felicidade de entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Desfaça-se desse sentimento de inferioridade, de incapacidade, e valorize-se. Você é o que fizer de você.&lt;br /&gt;Em seguida, faça uma faxina no seu quarto. Jogue fora todo aquele lixo que você acumula há tempos, só como recordação do passado.&lt;br /&gt;Papéis velhos dos quais você nunca precisou. Disco e fitas que você não irá mais ouvir, ingressos de cinema, bilhetes de viagens, e tudo aquilo que só traz recordações tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Abra seu guarda-roupa e retire tudo o que não usa mais. Doe para alguém que precisa. Doe os calçados que apertam seus pés ou que não servem porque seu número não é mais o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Para recomeçar é preciso abrir espaços mentais e físicos...&lt;br /&gt;Depois que tomar essas providências, leia um bom livro, assista um bom filme, para alimentar sua mente com idéias positivas e otimistas.&lt;br /&gt;Aproxime-se dos amigos, dos familiares, das pessoas alegres que ajudarão você a sustentar o bom ânimo e a coragem.&lt;br /&gt;Evite, enquanto se restabelece, a presença de pessoas pessimistas e desanimadas. Só as busque quando estiver forte o bastante puder ajudá-las.&lt;br /&gt;Busque um lugar calmo e eleve a Deus uma prece.&lt;br /&gt;Mas comece agradecendo pela vida, pelas oportunidades renovadas, pelos obstáculos e desafios que surgem no caminho. Eles nos fazem mais forte quando os superamos.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se: o dia de hoje é uma página em branco que o Criador lhe oferece para que você escreva um novo capítulo da sua história.&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar é só uma questão de querer. Se você quer, Deus quer. É por isso que Ele acena sempre com essa nova chance chamada presente.&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso e não perca nem mais um minuto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4529285299471895789-3213202375288530343?l=procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/feeds/3213202375288530343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4529285299471895789&amp;postID=3213202375288530343' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3213202375288530343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4529285299471895789/posts/default/3213202375288530343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procuradesonhosreais.blogspot.com/2007/09/recomear.html' title='Recomeçar...'/><author><name>PATI PARANHOS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13916051027337898332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_U-Sy_ypbdEk/RvrXg6v_1cI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PDI3p3oiT_w/s72-c/EU+A+BOA!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
