<?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-33127530</id><updated>2012-01-19T11:50:42.419-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TESOUROS DA VIDA</title><subtitle type='html'>Poesias</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-8353525630379414365</id><published>2012-01-04T20:59:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:00:22.870-02:00</updated><title type='text'>APAIXONE-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/z.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se definitivamente pelo SEU SONHO. O sonho de ninguém deve ser mais apaixonante que o seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se pelo SEU TALENTO, mesmo que seu crítico insista para você escolher realizar outras coisas, mais "convenientes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se mais pela SUA VIAGEM do que pela chegada a seu destino, pois só a viagem é garantida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se pelo SEU CORPO, mesmo que ele esteja fora de forma, pois de "qualquer forma" ele é a única casa que você realmente possui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se pelas SUAS MEMÓRIAS mais deliciosas, ninguém pode tirá-las de dentro de você e elas são excelentes fontes de inspiração em momentos de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se PELAS BESTEIRAS SAUDÁVEIS que passam por sua mente entre um e outro momento de estresse, elas ajudam a sobreviver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se PELO SOL, ele é fiel, gratuito, absolutamente disponível e dá prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se primeiro POR ALGUÉM. Não espere alguém se apaixonar antes por você, só por garantia e segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se PELA DANÇA DA VIDA, que está sempre em movimento dentro da gente, mas que, por defesas nós teimamos em algemar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se mais PELO SIGNIFICADO DAS COISAS que você conquistar do que pelo seu valor material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se por SUAS IDÉIAS, mesmo que tenham dito que elas não serviam pra nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se por SEUS PONTOS FORTES, mesmo que os pontos fracos insistam em ficar em alto relevo no seu cérebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se PELA IDÉIA DE SER VERDADEIRAMENTE FELIZ. Felicidade encontra-se de sobra nas prateleiras de seus recursos interiores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Apaixone-se definitivamente POR VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;APAIXONE-SE RÁPIDO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px;"&gt;( Autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BARRINHAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=11x.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BARRINHAS/11x.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-8353525630379414365?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8353525630379414365/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=8353525630379414365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/8353525630379414365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/8353525630379414365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2012/01/apaixone-se.html' title='APAIXONE-SE'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_z.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-5447896938399891473</id><published>2011-11-19T21:17:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:36:27.949-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=z58.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/z58.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.871094); border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.871094); border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-top: 14px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; 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border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando.&lt;br /&gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim…&lt;br /&gt;Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui&amp;nbsp; insubstituível…&lt;br /&gt;E que esse momento será inesquecível..&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre…&lt;br /&gt;E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém…&lt;br /&gt;e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho…&lt;br /&gt;Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento… e não brinque com ele.&lt;br /&gt;E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que o amor existe…&lt;br /&gt;Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas…&lt;br /&gt;Que a esperança nunca me pareça um “não” que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como “sim”.&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros…&lt;br /&gt;Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão…&lt;br /&gt;Que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades e às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim…e que valeu a pena.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom-width: 0px; 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border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-left-radius: 0px 0px !important; border-top-right-radius: 0px 0px !important; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto; zoom: 1;"&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/33127530-5447896938399891473?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5447896938399891473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=5447896938399891473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5447896938399891473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5447896938399891473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/nao-quero-alguem-que-morra-de-amor-por.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_z58.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-5047992646138670272</id><published>2011-11-19T20:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:53:03.702-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A PROCURA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=237.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/237.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andei pelos caminhos da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei pelas ruas do destino-&lt;br /&gt;procurando meu signo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bati na porta da Fortuna,&lt;br /&gt;mandou dizer que não estava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bati na porta da Fama,&lt;br /&gt;falou que não podia atender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei a casa da Felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;a vizinha da frente me informou que&lt;br /&gt;ela tinha se mudado sem deixar novo endereço.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;Procurei a morada da Fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;Ela me fez entrar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deu-me veste nova, perfumou meus cabelos...&lt;br /&gt;fez-me beber de vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acertei o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #8e7cc3;"&gt; (Cora Coralina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/33127530-5047992646138670272?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5047992646138670272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=5047992646138670272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5047992646138670272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5047992646138670272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/andei-pelos-caminhos-da-vida.html' title='A PROCURA'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_237.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2095644442224358265</id><published>2011-11-07T14:57:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:57:16.743-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=x350birdcage_copy_362.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/x350birdcage_copy_362.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais envelhecia, quanto mais insípidas me pareciam as pequenas satisfações que a vida me dava, tanto mais claramente compreendia onde eu deveria procurar a fonte das alegrias da vida. Aprendi que ser amado não é nada, enquanto amar é tudo (...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O dinheiro não era nada, o poder não era nada. Vi tanta gente que tinha dinheiro e poder, e mesmo assim era infeliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;A beleza não era nada. Vi homens e mulheres belos, infelizes, apesar de sua beleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Também a saúde não contava tanto assim. Cada um tem a saúde que sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Havia doentes cheios de vontade de viver e havia sadios que definhavam angustiados pelo medo de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;A felicidade é amor, só isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Feliz é quem sabe amar. Feliz é quem pode amar muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Mas amar e desejar não é a mesma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O amor é o desejo que atingiu a sabedoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;O amor não quer possuir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O amor quer somente amar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Hermann Hesse)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BARRINHAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ATT75766-1.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BARRINHAS/ATT75766-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33127530-2095644442224358265?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2095644442224358265/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2095644442224358265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2095644442224358265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2095644442224358265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/11/quanto-mais-envelhecia-quanto-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_x350birdcage_copy_362.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-768681585046664351</id><published>2011-09-25T19:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T19:04:24.923-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/167jw9x.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando chegar aos 30 serei uma mulher de verdade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nem Amélia nem ninguém... um belo futuro pela frente e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um pouco mais de calma talvez e, quando chegar aos 50&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;serei livre, linda e forte terei gente boa ao lado, saberei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um pouco mais do amor e da vida quem sabe. E quando&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chegar aos 90 já sem força, sem futuro, sem idade vou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fazer uma festa de prazer, convidar todos que amei,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;registrar tudo que sei e morrer de saudade &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (Martha Medeiros)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&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/33127530-768681585046664351?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/768681585046664351/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=768681585046664351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/768681585046664351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/768681585046664351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/09/quando-chegar-aos-30-serei-uma-mulher.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2261401465796562727</id><published>2011-09-12T10:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:45:57.888-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SONHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="196" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/ATgAAADOF6Vy_kReQOwN7ReSBJJlbjw8aX0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Choro como todos os homens choram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;As minhas lágrimas são de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;A poesia que carrego dentro de mim,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;É bonita mas não me acaricia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Queria te dizer coisas bem simples&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;que não te ferrisem...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Queria simplesmente te beijar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Queria ser o teu mais belo sonho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Que sonho é este que ainda não me contaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O modo como olhas a vida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;teus braços,teus Pés...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;que muitas vezes me levaram a sonhos e devaneios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E o teu desejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo isso seria um motivo a mais para eu te amar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Leni Novas)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/33127530-2261401465796562727?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2261401465796562727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2261401465796562727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2261401465796562727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2261401465796562727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhos.html' title='SONHOS'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_ATgAAADOF6Vy_kReQOwN7ReSBJJlbjw8aX0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-5642811426468738367</id><published>2011-09-12T10:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:32:26.328-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEUS FILHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/SeiDzNhRhXI/AAAAAAAAL-I/qvjHkArbPIw/s400/OgAAAHDeIFDay0LorfFAu2-2eisRDziF3KHcgW-MLymujvKpQGM0KzOgc0UEW58GsybPV3L2GPIt05IGcOHskbP6_RgAm1T1UFhro0-_wroEXI5RqyfhtP5iOL8c.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;E eu amo vocês!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dei todo o meu carinho, toda a minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;e toda a minha existência.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desejei prá vocês um mundo de fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;Um mundo dourado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;onde lá do alto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;eu seria apenas um espectador extasiado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;Sofrimentos,medo e repressão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;a vocês eu não queria mostrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amor,ódio e solidão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faz parte de quem quer amar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A vida não foi aquilo que desejei&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;mas,aos meus filhos eu me dei!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Leni Novas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/33127530-5642811426468738367?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5642811426468738367/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=5642811426468738367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5642811426468738367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5642811426468738367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/09/meus-filhos.html' title='MEUS FILHOS'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/SeiDzNhRhXI/AAAAAAAAL-I/qvjHkArbPIw/s72-c/OgAAAHDeIFDay0LorfFAu2-2eisRDziF3KHcgW-MLymujvKpQGM0KzOgc0UEW58GsybPV3L2GPIt05IGcOHskbP6_RgAm1T1UFhro0-_wroEXI5RqyfhtP5iOL8c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2247763881378547944</id><published>2011-08-16T09:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T09:43:20.912-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/ARTE/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Meninas2Be2Bchazinho.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/ARTE/Meninas2Be2Bchazinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;De como eu era quando criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Não me lembro quase nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Lembro de brincadeiras,brigas ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #fce5cd;"&gt;Irmãos,carambolas e...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Casinha de brinquedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Quem foi meu primeiro amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Não me lembro quase nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Lembro de meiguice de criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;beijos inocentes e esperança na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Dos sonhos que tive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Não me lembro quase nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Lembro que sonhei...amores,bandidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;e muitos contos de fada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;Dos sonhos que tive restou a esperança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;e dela nunca me afastarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fce5cd; color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; Leni Novas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-2247763881378547944?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2247763881378547944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2247763881378547944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2247763881378547944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2247763881378547944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/lembrancas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/ARTE/th_Meninas2Be2Bchazinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-8584513260664896313</id><published>2011-08-14T14:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:51:08.477-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESPERANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/PAISAGENS/406.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Ontem, olhando as estrelas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Me lembrei que ainda existe a poesia...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;E tive vontade de voar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Voar entre sonhos,esperanças,paixões e ilusões.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Ontem,olhando a lua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Me lembrei que ainda existe o amor...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;E tive vontade de morrer...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Morrer de desejos,anseios e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;De tanto te amar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Ontem,olhando a criança,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Me lembrei que ainda existe a esperança...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;E tive vontade de esperar...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Esperar o futuro,a velhice e &amp;nbsp;tudo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;Que me faça sonhar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Leni Novas&lt;/b&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/33127530-8584513260664896313?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8584513260664896313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=8584513260664896313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/8584513260664896313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/8584513260664896313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/08/esperanca.html' title='ESPERANÇA'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/PAISAGENS/th_406.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-6490101163766601909</id><published>2011-08-01T10:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:20:20.638-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MEU PAI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ghio.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/ghio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #000084; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #d0e0e3;"&gt;Tenho fases, como a lua&lt;br /&gt;Fases de andar escondida,&lt;br /&gt;fases de vir para a rua...&lt;br /&gt;Perdição da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;Perdição da vida minha!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho fases de ser tua,&lt;br /&gt;tenho outras de ser sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fases que vão e que vêm,&lt;br /&gt;no secreto calendário&lt;br /&gt;que um astrólogo arbitrário&lt;br /&gt;inventou para meu uso.&lt;br /&gt;E roda a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;seu interminável fuso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me encontro com ninguém&lt;br /&gt;(tenho fases, como a lua...)&lt;br /&gt;No dia de alguém ser meu&lt;br /&gt;não é dia de eu ser sua...&lt;br /&gt;E, quando chega esse dia,&lt;br /&gt;o outro desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia Meireles&lt;/b&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/33127530-2885061598979239880?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2885061598979239880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2885061598979239880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2885061598979239880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2885061598979239880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/lua-adversa.html' title='LUA ADVERSA'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_ghio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2121697322992911165</id><published>2011-07-27T09:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:57:45.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida e a Viagem de Trem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=trem_454.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/trem_454.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="fcinza f15" id="HOTWordsTxt" name="HOTWordsTxt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d9d2e9;"&gt;A vida não passa de uma viagem de trem, cheia de embarques e desembarques alguns acidentes, surpresas agradáveis em alguns embarques e grandes tristezas em outros. Quando nascemos, entramos nesse trem e nos deparamos com algumas pessoas que, julgamos, estarão sempre nessa viagem conosco:&lt;br /&gt;Nossos pais.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, isso não é verdade; em alguma estação eles descerão e nos deixarão órfãos de seu carinho, amizade e companhia insubstituível....&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não impede que, durante a viagem, pessoas interessantes, e que virão a ser super especiais para nós, embarquem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegam nossos irmãos, amigos e amores maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas tomam esse trem, apenas a passeio, outros encontrarão nessa viagem somente tristezas, ainda outros circularão pelo trem, prontos a ajudar a quem precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos descem e deixam saudades eternas, outros tantos passam por ele de uma forma que, quando desocupam seu acento, ninguém nem sequer percebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curioso é constatar que alguns passageiros, que nos são tão caros, acomodam-se em vagões diferentes dos nossos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, somos obrigados a fazer esse trajeto separados deles. O que não impede, é claro, que durante a viagem, atravessemos, com grande dificuldade nosso vagão e cheguemos até eles.... Só que, infelizmente, jamais poderemos sentar ao seu lado, pois já terá alguém ocupando aquele lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa, é assim a viagem, cheia de atropelos, sonhos, fantasias, esperas, despedidas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, jamais, retornos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Façamos essa viagem, então, da melhor maneira possível, tentando nos relacionar bem com todos os passageiros. Procurando, em cada um deles, o que tiverem de melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando, sempre, que, em algum momento do trajeto, eles poderão fraquejar e, provavelmente, precisaremos entender isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nós também fraquejaremos muitas vezes e, com certeza, haverá alguém que nos entenderá.&lt;br /&gt;O grande mistério, afinal, é que jamais saberemos em qual parada desceremos, muito menos nossos companheiros, nem mesmo aquele que está sentado ao nosso lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico pensando, se, quando descer desse trem, sentirei saudades....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que sim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me separar de alguns amigos que fiz nele será, no mínimo dolorido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixar meus filhos continuarem a viagem sozinhos, com certeza será muito triste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas me agarro na esperança que, em algum momento, estarei na estação principal e terei a grande emoção de vê-los chegar com uma bagagem que não tinham quando embarcaram.....&lt;br /&gt;E o que vai me deixar feliz, será pensar que eu colaborei para que ela tenha crescido e se tornado valiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos Sorridentes, façamos com que a nossa estada, nesse trem, seja tranqüila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tenha valido à pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que, quando chegar a hora de desembarcarmos, o nosso lugar vazio traga saudades e boas recordações para aqueles que prosseguirem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h2 align="right" class="f18 fcinza" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-2121697322992911165?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2121697322992911165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2121697322992911165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2121697322992911165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2121697322992911165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-e-viagem-de-trem.html' title='A Vida e a Viagem de Trem'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_trem_454.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2628222387052445334</id><published>2011-07-15T08:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:00:00.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA E O AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/x1pxzz39wvczgu6dovqrjk9iddiixnrzmin.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px; color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Às vezes as pessoas que amamos nos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; magoam, e nada podemos fazer&lt;br /&gt;senão continuar nossa jornada com nosso&lt;br /&gt;coração machucado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes nos falta esperança,&lt;br /&gt;mas alguém aparece para nos confortar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes o amor nos machuca profundamente,&lt;br /&gt;e vamos nos recuperando muito lentamente&lt;br /&gt;dessa ferida tão dolorosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes perdemos nossa fé,&lt;br /&gt;então descobrimos que precisamos acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;tanto quanto precisamos respirar,&lt;br /&gt;é nossa razão de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes estamos sem rumo,&lt;br /&gt;mas alguém entra em nossa vida,&lt;br /&gt;e se torna o nosso destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes estamos no meio de centenas de pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;e a solidão aperta nosso coração pela&lt;br /&gt;falta de uma única pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes a dor nos faz chorar, nos faz sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;nos faz querer parar de viver,&lt;br /&gt;até que algo toque nosso coração,&lt;br /&gt;algo simples como a beleza de um pôr do sol,&lt;br /&gt;a magnitude de uma noite estrelada,&lt;br /&gt;a simplicidade de uma brisa batendo em&lt;br /&gt;nosso rosto... É a força da natureza nos&lt;br /&gt;chamando para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você descobre que as pessoas que pareciam ser&lt;br /&gt;sinceras e receberam sua confiança,&lt;br /&gt;te traíram sem qualquer piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebe que não há como distinguir os bons&lt;br /&gt;e os maus, pois poucos nascem assim,&lt;br /&gt;a vida é que os torna melhores ou piores,&lt;br /&gt;pelas tristezas e felicidades que passaram&lt;br /&gt;e experiências vivenciadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se a vida fosse formada por corações&lt;br /&gt;e cruzes, onde os corações representam&lt;br /&gt;nossos momentos felizes,&lt;br /&gt;o carinho e amor que recebemos,&lt;br /&gt;e as cruzes são nossas dores, decepções,&lt;br /&gt;sofrimentos, momentos ruins pelos quais passamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você poderá entender que alguns de nós&lt;br /&gt;vivenciaram pouquíssimas cruzes e muitos&lt;br /&gt;corações o que fará com que essas pessoas tenham&lt;br /&gt;muito mais amor a transmitir, outras passaram&lt;br /&gt;pelo contrário e são predominantemente frias,&lt;br /&gt;insensíveis, buscam coisas materiais,&lt;br /&gt;acreditam que os fins justificam os meios.&lt;br /&gt;Com essas é preciso ter&lt;br /&gt;cuidado, alguns podem mudar e melhorar,&lt;br /&gt;outros podem mudar você e trazê-lo&lt;br /&gt;para a realidade deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim ao conhecer alguém preste atenção&lt;br /&gt;no caminho que essa pessoa percorreu.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe de acreditar no amor,&lt;br /&gt;mas certifique-se de estar entregando&lt;br /&gt;seu coração para alguém que dê valor aos&lt;br /&gt;mesmos sentimentos que você dá.&lt;br /&gt;Manifeste suas idéias e planos,&lt;br /&gt;para saber se vocês combinam,&lt;br /&gt;esteja aberto a algumas alterações,&lt;br /&gt;mas jamais abra mão de tudo, pois se essa&lt;br /&gt;pessoa te deixar, então nada irá lhe restar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite ao máximo seus momentos de felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;porque quando menos esperamos iniciam-se&lt;br /&gt;períodos difíceis em nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha sempre em mente que às vezes&lt;br /&gt;tentar salvar um relacionamento,&lt;br /&gt;manter um grande amor, pode ter um preço muito&lt;br /&gt;alto se esse sentimento não for recíproco,&lt;br /&gt;pois em algum outro momento essa pessoa irá te&lt;br /&gt;deixar e seu sofrimento será ainda mais intenso,&lt;br /&gt;do que teria sido no passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser difícil fazer algumas escolhas,&lt;br /&gt;mas muitas vezes isso é necessário,&lt;br /&gt;existe uma diferença muito grande entre&lt;br /&gt;conhecer o caminho e percorrê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não procure querer conhecer seu futuro&lt;br /&gt;antes da hora, nem exagere em seu sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;esperar é dar uma chance à vida para que ela&lt;br /&gt;coloque a pessoa certa em seu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza pode ser intensa, mas jamais será eterna.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade pode demorar a chegar,&lt;br /&gt;mas o importante é que ela venha para ficar&lt;br /&gt;e não esteja apenas de passagem, como acontece&lt;br /&gt;com muitas pessoas que cruzam nosso caminho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 15px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;François de Bittencourt )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/33127530-2628222387052445334?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2628222387052445334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2628222387052445334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2628222387052445334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2628222387052445334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/vida-e-o-amor.html' title='A VIDA E O AMOR'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-9014235059665091568</id><published>2011-07-04T15:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:45:41.694-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTE ANO VOU MUDAR DE VIDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=timeless-beauty-small.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="400" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/timeless-beauty-small.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Chega de ficar quebrando a cara&lt;br /&gt;Com os velhos erros de sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cometer erros novos,&lt;br /&gt;Passar por apertos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Experimentar situações desconhecidas,&lt;br /&gt;Sair da rotina e do lugar comum.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano eu preciso crescer.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de saber a saída&lt;br /&gt;E ficar parado na porta,&lt;br /&gt;Ensaiando os passos&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca entrar na estrada,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que me venha&lt;br /&gt;O que eu mais preciso encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Esse ano, se eu tiver que sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;será por sofrimentos reais&lt;br /&gt;-nunca mais por males imaginários,&lt;br /&gt;Preocupado com coisas&lt;br /&gt;Que jamais acontecerão.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de planejar o futuro e tropeçar no presente.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de pensar demais e fazer de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de pensar de um jeito e fazer de outro.&lt;br /&gt;Chega de corpo dizer sim e a cabeça não.&lt;br /&gt;Chega desses intermináveis conflitos que&lt;br /&gt;Me fazem adiar para nunca a minha decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Este ano eu vou viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;(Vinícius de Morais )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-9014235059665091568?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9014235059665091568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=9014235059665091568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9014235059665091568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9014235059665091568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/07/este-ano-vou-mudar-de-vida.html' title='ESTE ANO VOU MUDAR DE VIDA'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_timeless-beauty-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-4372317423502610651</id><published>2011-06-30T15:44:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:31:41.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Eu Pudesse Guardar os Teus Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nilferieklericm5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="295" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/nilferieklericm5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;Se eu pudesse guardar os teus sentidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #d0e0e3; color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt; Numa caixa de prata e de cristal, &lt;br /&gt;Entre conchas do mar, búzios partidos, &lt;br /&gt;Pequenas coisas sem valor real... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse viver anos perdidos &lt;br /&gt;Contigo, numa ilhota de coral, &lt;br /&gt;Para além dos espaços conhecidos, &lt;br /&gt;Mais longe do que a aurora boreal... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse que o olhar de toda a gente &lt;br /&gt;Te via, por milagre, repelente, &lt;br /&gt;Que fugiam de ti como da peste... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem assim abrandava o meu ciúme, &lt;br /&gt;Que é afinal o natural perfume &lt;br /&gt;Da flor do grande amor que tu me deste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinaldo Ferreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BUTTERFLIES/?action=view&amp;amp;current=001Butterfly.gif" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/BUTTERFLIES/001Butterfly.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/33127530-4372317423502610651?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4372317423502610651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=4372317423502610651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/4372317423502610651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/4372317423502610651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/se-eu-pudesse-guardar-os-teus-sentidos.html' title='Se Eu Pudesse Guardar os Teus Sentidos'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/leninovas/IMAGENS%20LINDAS/th_nilferieklericm5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-6679887627796833214</id><published>2011-06-26T22:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:08:06.441-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_piN8DuLL04A/SdH9TSAvH3I/AAAAAAAAgnE/gBepHAE16q4/s512/.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Dizem que a gente tem o que precisa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt; Não o que a gente quer. Tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso de muito. Eu não quero muito.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais. Mais paz. Mais saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Mais dinheiro. Mais poesia. Mais verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Mais harmonia. Mais noites bem dormidas.&lt;br /&gt;Mais noites em claro. Mais eu. Mais você.&lt;br /&gt;Mais sorrisos, beijos e aquela rima grudada na boca.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero Nós. Mais nós. Grudados.&lt;br /&gt;Enrolados. Amarrados. Jogados no tapete da sala.&lt;br /&gt;Nós que não atam nem desatam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero pouco e quero mais. Quero você. Quero eu.&lt;br /&gt;Quero domingos de manhã.&lt;br /&gt;Quero cama desarrumada, lençol, café e travesseiro.&lt;br /&gt;Quero seu beijo. Quero seu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aquele olhar que não cansa,&lt;br /&gt;o desejo que escorre pela boca e o&lt;br /&gt;minuto no segundo seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;nada é muito quando é demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Caio Fernando Abreu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-6679887627796833214?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6679887627796833214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=6679887627796833214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/6679887627796833214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/6679887627796833214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/dizem-que-gente-tem-o-que-precisa.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_piN8DuLL04A/SdH9TSAvH3I/AAAAAAAAgnE/gBepHAE16q4/s72-c/.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-2665456968202934847</id><published>2011-06-24T15:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:54:00.364-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se Um Amigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6-b0RiUGBU0/TFWOmJuRhmI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/sMtbGEDklM4/s400/la-paisagem-069.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não precisa ser homem, basta ser humano, basta ter sentimentos, basta ter coração. Precisa saber falar e calar, sobretudo saber ouvir. Tem que gostar de poesia, de madrugada, de pássaro, de sol, da lua, do canto, dos ventos e das canções da brisa. Deve ter amor, um grande amor por alguém, ou então sentir falta de não ter esse amor. Deve amar o próximo e respeitar a dor que os passantes levam consigo. Deve guardar segredo sem se sacrificar.&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso que seja de primeira mão, nem é imprescindível que seja de segunda mão. Pode já ter sido enganado, pois todos os amigos são enganados. Não é preciso que seja puro, nem que seja todo impuro, mas não deve ser vulgar. Deve ter um ideal e medo de perdê-lo e, no caso de assim não ser, deve sentir o grande vácuo que isso deixa. Tem que ter ressonâncias humanas, seu principal objetivo deve ser o de amigo. Deve sentir pena das pessoas tristes e compreender o imenso vazio dos solitários. Deve gostar de crianças e lastimar as que não puderam nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Procura-se um amigo para gostar dos mesmos gostos, que se comova, quando chamado de amigo. Que saiba conversar de coisas simples, de orvalhos, de grandes chuvas e das recordações de infância. Precisa-se de um amigo para não se enlouquecer, para contar o que se viu de belo e triste durante o dia, dos anseios e das realizações, dos sonhos e da realidade. Deve gostar de ruas desertas, de poças de água e de caminhos molhados, de beira de estrada, de mato depois da chuva, de se deitar no capim.&lt;br /&gt;Precisa-se de um amigo que diga que vale a pena viver, não porque a vida é bela, mas porque já se tem um amigo. Precisa-se de um amigo para se parar de chorar. Para não se viver debruçado no passado em busca de memórias perdidas. Que nos bata nos ombros sorrindo ou chorando, mas que nos chame de amigo, para ter-se a consciência de que ainda se vive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-2665456968202934847?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/2665456968202934847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=2665456968202934847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2665456968202934847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/2665456968202934847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/procura-se-um-amigo.html' title='Procura-se Um Amigo.'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_6-b0RiUGBU0/TFWOmJuRhmI/AAAAAAAAH_Y/sMtbGEDklM4/s72-c/la-paisagem-069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-9195724423977761955</id><published>2011-06-24T15:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T15:27:15.655-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBqtY2OR0JI/TgTWWPRxFJI/AAAAAAAAPI0/5U4NMQ3nC_A/s1600/z5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBqtY2OR0JI/TgTWWPRxFJI/AAAAAAAAPI0/5U4NMQ3nC_A/s320/z5.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;"Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre. Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração. Não me façam ser quem não sou. Não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente. Não sei amar pela metade! Não sei viver de mentira! Não sei voar de pés no chão! Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma para sempre"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Clarice Lispector &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-9195724423977761955?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9195724423977761955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=9195724423977761955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9195724423977761955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9195724423977761955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-me-deem-formulas-certas-porque-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DBqtY2OR0JI/TgTWWPRxFJI/AAAAAAAAPI0/5U4NMQ3nC_A/s72-c/z5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-1274768313766484451</id><published>2010-11-05T12:15:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T14:29:25.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso de alguem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/TNQSMtFGE4I/AAAAAAAAOzU/VQOISy7EZ4Q/s1600/Sugar+Sunny1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536069851413877634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/TNQSMtFGE4I/AAAAAAAAOzU/VQOISy7EZ4Q/s400/Sugar+Sunny1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Que me olhe nos olhos quando falo.&lt;br /&gt;Que ouça as minhas tristezas e neuroses com paciência.&lt;br /&gt;E, ainda que não compreenda, respeite os meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém, que venha brigar ao meu lado sem precisar ser convocado;&lt;br /&gt;alguém Amigo o suficiente para dizer-me as verdades que não quero ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que posso odiá-lo por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de céticos, preciso de alguém que creia,&lt;br /&gt;nessa coisa misteriosa, desacreditada, quase impossível: A Amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Que teime em ser leal, simples e justo, que não vá embora se algum dia eu&lt;br /&gt;perder o meu ouro e não for mais a sensação da festa.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um Amigo que receba com gratidão o meu auxílio, a minha mão estendida.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que isto seja muito pouco para suas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um Amigo que também seja companheiro, nas farras e pescarias,&lt;br /&gt;nas guerras e alegrias, e que no meio da tempestade, grite em coro comigo:&lt;br /&gt;'Nós ainda vamos rir muito disso tudo', e ria muito.&lt;br /&gt;Não pude escolher aqueles que me trouxeram ao mundo, mas posso escolher meu Amigo.&lt;br /&gt;E nessa busca empenho a minha própria alma, pois com uma Amizade Verdadeira,&lt;br /&gt;a vida se torna mais simples, mais rica e mais bela."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                               (Cristiana Passinato)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-1274768313766484451?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/1274768313766484451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=1274768313766484451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/1274768313766484451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/1274768313766484451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/11/preciso-de-alguem.html' title='Preciso de alguem'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/TNQSMtFGE4I/AAAAAAAAOzU/VQOISy7EZ4Q/s72-c/Sugar+Sunny1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-9192811974881582759</id><published>2010-08-21T19:48:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:52:18.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>EU ACREDITO NAS PESSOAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBYG30guDI/AAAAAAAAOoo/a9LYfNvtfeU/s1600/Untitled-3for.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507999219360774194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBYG30guDI/AAAAAAAAOoo/a9LYfNvtfeU/s400/Untitled-3for.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;      Eu acredito nas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente naquelas em que habita algo mais que a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que, às vezes, a gente confunde com anjos e outras entidades divinas...&lt;br /&gt;Falo daquelas pessoas que existem em nossas vidas e enchem nosso espaço com pequenas alegrias e grandes atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;Daquelas que te olham nos olhos quando precisam ser verdadeiras, que tecem elogios, agradecem e pedem desculpas com a mesma simplicidade de uma criança...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não precisam fazer jogos para conseguir o que buscam, porque seus desejos são realizados por suas ações e reações, não por seus caprichos...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que fazem o bem e se protegem do mal, apenas com um sorriso, uma palavra, um beijo, um abraço, uma oração...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que atravessam as ruas, sem medo da luz que existe nelas, caminham firmes e levantam a cabeça em momentos de puro desespero...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que erram mais do que acertam, aprendem mais do que ensinam e vivem mais do que sonham...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que cuidam do seu corpo, porque este os acompanhará até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Não ficam julgando gordos ou magros, negros ou brancos...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas, simplesmente pessoas, que nem sempre têm certeza de tudo, mas acreditam sempre. Transparentes, amigas, espontâneas, até mesmo ingênuas...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar em relacionamentos baseados em confiança, serenidade, humildade e sinceridade...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar naqueles encontros, que nos transmitem paz e um pouco de gratidão...&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro acreditar em homens e mulheres, que reverenciam a vida com a mesma intensidade de um grande amor...&lt;br /&gt;Que passam pela Terra e deixam suas marcas, suas lembranças, que deixam saudades e não apenas rastros...&lt;br /&gt;Homens e mulheres que habitam o perfeito universo e a perfeita ordem nele existente...&lt;br /&gt;Homens e mulheres de alma limpa e puros de coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-9192811974881582759?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/9192811974881582759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=9192811974881582759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9192811974881582759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/9192811974881582759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-acredito-nas-pessoas.html' title='EU ACREDITO NAS PESSOAS'/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBYG30guDI/AAAAAAAAOoo/a9LYfNvtfeU/s72-c/Untitled-3for.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-5599685814612636511</id><published>2010-08-21T19:34:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:40:42.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBVIDz8hnI/AAAAAAAAOog/gqmcCzoSdwI/s1600/1aq.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507995941224613490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBVIDz8hnI/AAAAAAAAOog/gqmcCzoSdwI/s400/1aq.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"De repente percebo com encantamento que amigos virtuais não têm idade. Eles têm essa forma bonita de se aconchegar no nosso colo, de se eternizar de maneira indefinida e a gente não sabe adivinhar se são crianças ou experientes da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há nas suas palavras um perfume de mistério, eles brincam, falam sério e quantas primaveras viveram torna-se tão insignificante que a gente nem pensa mais. Abraçamos a imagem sem ver o rosto, bebemos as palavras sem nos questionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é a idade? Na net isso não tem a mínima importância. Amigos de vinte, trinta, quarenta... oitenta anos!... Todos tão iguais, todos tão especiais. Amamos o que lemos, o que recebemos, aquilo que se adentra e se apega à nossa alma e não pensamos se os olhos são castanhos ou azuis, se o cabelo é loiro ou preto, curto ou comprido, se a pele é negra, branca ou morena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há nessa rede muito mais calor humano, muito mais igualdade, menos preconceitos, mais amor do que em qualquer outra sociedade. Aprendemos a amar as pessoas simplesmente pelo que são e pelas alegrias que trazem ao nosso coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai!... Que alegria essa evidência divina! Somos elos dourados, somos seres abençoados, pétalas de uma mesma flor, somos lindos versos entrelaçados!... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33127530-5599685814612636511?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/5599685814612636511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=5599685814612636511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5599685814612636511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33127530/posts/default/5599685814612636511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-repente-percebo-com-encantamento-que.html' title=''/><author><name>TESOUROS DA VIDA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13200913375601198061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4wWgqZ7dMfI/TgXUfQiieKI/AAAAAAAAPN8/b-JG_CjWJyo/s220/41759_1761200673_4202_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/THBVIDz8hnI/AAAAAAAAOog/gqmcCzoSdwI/s72-c/1aq.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33127530.post-6073096080690812712</id><published>2010-01-18T10:51:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T10:58:27.017-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tenho tanto sentimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/S1RamqoY3hI/AAAAAAAAOZI/EbusIIRpljg/s1600-h/LQoCK0pNIf7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Cb-vh8gGw/S1RamqoY3hI/AAAAAAAAOZI/EbusIIRpljg/s400/LQoCK0pNIf7c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428063071213510162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Tenho tanto sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que é freqüente persuadir-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;De que sou sentimental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mas reconheço, ao medir-me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que tudo isso é pensamento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que não senti afinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Temos, todos que vivemos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Uma vida que é vivida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;E outra vida que é pensada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;E a única vida que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;É essa que é dividida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Entre a verdadeira e a errada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Qual porém é a verdadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;E qual errada, ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Nos saberá explicar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;E vivemos de maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Que a vida que a gente tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;É a que tem que pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/33127530-6073096080690812712?l=tesourosdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tesourosdavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6073096080690812712/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33127530&amp;postID=6073096080690812712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); "&gt;Que eu possa fazer o bem, sem saber o porquê.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu nunca pense que esse alguém irá me retribuir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa ver a luz do dia numa montanha cheia de flores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa ouvir passarinhos cantando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa ver a imensidão azul do céu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu descubra, brincando, o formato das nuvens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa valorizar a alma da criança que existe em mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa brincar como uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ao me levantar, enxergue a "Luz" através do sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que diga com amor, o bom dia de cada dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a minha presença seja sentida, amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu fale sempre o que sinto, como o aroma de absinto, que é leve e encantador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que quando estiver no campo, a luz do luar caia sobre meus cabelos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que meu pranto só seja de alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu sinta o perfume do orvalho sobre a relva nas noites frias de inverno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa me agasalhar no coração do meu amor quando sentir frio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu esteja ao seu lado nos dias alegres de verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa andar na praia e pegar conchinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a grandeza do mar seja a energia que recarrega minh´alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que a minha existência faça diferença.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que minhas palavras sejam amáveis e doces e lembrem os brancos cafezais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que sejam ouvidas de forma leve, suave, sublime, como anjos cantando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa fazer da minha luz o candeeiro de outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu saiba ser sozinha, mesmo na multidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa andar descalço, de pés no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu sinta o calor e o frescor da terra molhada com cheiro de chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa entender o amor dos que não sabem demonstrar o amor que sentem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu saiba ser desapegado do amor dos que não sabem amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que eu possa entender que nem todos podem me amar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas que eu ame a todos sem distinção, com toda a força e luz do amor que existe em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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