<?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-6030185412381529296</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:42:01.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos para refletir</title><subtitle type='html'>A voz da alma é...A chave para abrir um dia de alegria e
a fechadura para guardá-la à noite

A felicidade é...A língua que o surdo ouve e
o cego enxerga.

E assim a vida torna-se repleta de êxitos e o indivíduo sente
a felicidade mais próxima. 

Que o seu ser, sua alma, seu semblante se encha de felicidade e que te fortaleça em todos os sentidos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-306306092058558129</id><published>2010-05-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T05:39:56.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S-bYrczRTSI/AAAAAAAAACA/JfG4b36yy_E/s1600/mae.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469297038465256738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S-bYrczRTSI/AAAAAAAAACA/JfG4b36yy_E/s320/mae.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei pensando em você &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;em tudo que representa pra mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sua força,garra,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;determinação&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Seu &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt;,sempre estampado no rosto,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo com &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Seus concelhos,carinho,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Seu abraço,beijo,sua &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;proteção&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Um exemplo de vida,de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de ternura e superação.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu cresci,mas diante de você mãe,&lt;br /&gt;continuo sendo uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;Que precisa de você para crescer.&lt;br /&gt;De sua luz,para iluminar meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;de sua mão para guiar meus passos.&lt;br /&gt;Seu olhar meigo que falava em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Vá&lt;/span&gt; em frente,você è capaz"&lt;br /&gt;E seu olhar fulminante que sem nenhuma palavra&lt;br /&gt;fazia-me entender quando eu estava errada,&lt;br /&gt;quando eu deveria parar.&lt;br /&gt;Você para mim,sempre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o alicerce de minha &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;personalidade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Digna de respeito eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto sua falta mãe.&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do seu brilho,tão grande&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt; não havia mais espaço aqui na terra,&lt;br /&gt;e teve que ir&lt;br /&gt;brilhar no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;céu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Tornar-se definitivamente &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o que&lt;/span&gt; sempre foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMA ESTRELA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Izabel&lt;/span&gt; C.C Cunha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-306306092058558129?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/306306092058558129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/306306092058558129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2010/05/mae.html' title='MÃE'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S-bYrczRTSI/AAAAAAAAACA/JfG4b36yy_E/s72-c/mae.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-5889745749280076890</id><published>2010-02-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T05:07:44.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S2q_7XC9r0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HJ262SVbM-c/s1600-h/0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434366926895558466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S2q_7XC9r0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HJ262SVbM-c/s320/0766.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo as vezes palavras sem nexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentando traduzir sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colocando no papel meu reflexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que passa em meus pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicidade palavra que não se explica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No dicionario a tradução contagia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na realidade até inrrita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque felicidade é rara ,rara alegria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dor,algo mais comum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase todos sentimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seja por motivo algum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas no peito &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carregamos e fingimos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solidão,quem não se sentiu assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sozinho,mesmo rodeado de gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas para sí,parecia o fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelos pensamentos da mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para colocar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No papel oque não posso dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para desabafar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou já não estaria mais a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dias e noites interminaveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passam por mim como o vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acontecimentos inacreditaveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não consigo ver o tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempo que voa,não para&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passa e eu no mesmo lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ferida que não sara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adquirida por amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicidade,dor,solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todos sentimentos de amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas que maltratam o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para expor sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algo impossivel descrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escrevo para viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem muita explicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como eu disse são palavras sem nexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente quem tem uma dor no coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que verá tambem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste poema seu reflexo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Izabel C.C.Cunha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-5889745749280076890?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/5889745749280076890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/5889745749280076890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2010/02/escrevo.html' title='Escrevo'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S2q_7XC9r0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HJ262SVbM-c/s72-c/0766.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-616007094865880305</id><published>2010-01-27T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:40:33.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho das lagrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S2C8tZr8nqI/AAAAAAAAABw/fugZHJ_ruL4/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431548638784167586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S2C8tZr8nqI/AAAAAAAAABw/fugZHJ_ruL4/s320/11.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora estou a viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como alguem sozinho na multidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com um sentimento que não para de doer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentimento que machuca o coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo andando,e sem esperanças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andando sem ver mudanças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo chorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivendo e esperando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um brilho no final do tunel vaziu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo chorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E meu coração sentindo friu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagrimas definição de saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Transbordam quando é demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez anciedade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas viver assim é não sorrir jamais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então saio a andar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhando as pessoas a cada passo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo assim não consigo pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E desfazer esse laço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo andando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem rumo ,sem direção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo chorando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com essa dor no coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando perdemos alguem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo se torna escuro,solidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não ha nada que substitua,nem ninguem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo tendo quem lhe estenda a mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguem foi embora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pra não voltar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E oque sinto agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só vontade de chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então continuo minha caminhada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So0zinha ao meio do mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com a mente amargurada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfiada em um poço sem fundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando,passos sem rumo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ando sem metas ,para ver se me sumo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria poder sim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuar andando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas na caminhada ao chegar ao fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao em vez de continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CHORANDO!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izabel C C Cunha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-616007094865880305?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/616007094865880305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S1TOm0J2JzI/AAAAAAAAABo/jTVWuVRk6Wc/s1600-h/univrrso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428190617118582578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S1TOm0J2JzI/AAAAAAAAABo/jTVWuVRk6Wc/s320/univrrso.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mundo não existem pessoas perfeitas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;oque existe na verdade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;são pessoas que corrigem seus erros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em busca da perfeição!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S1TOm0J2JzI/AAAAAAAAABo/jTVWuVRk6Wc/s72-c/univrrso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-1811150884673112368</id><published>2010-01-12T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T20:16:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo Ruim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S01EVb5cE3I/AAAAAAAAABg/_BJJyfs8c3Y/s1600-h/desanimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426068261107929970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S01EVb5cE3I/AAAAAAAAABg/_BJJyfs8c3Y/s320/desanimo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhece o dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O céu esta nublado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As nuvens o sol escondia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como eu escondo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meu ser amargurado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em dia de chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os passaros não cantam ao amanhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As gotas caem sem curvas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegando ao chão a escorrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em dia de amargura,tempos ruins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os olhos não brilham como deveria ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As lagrimas se acomulam e enfim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pela face começam a escorrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tempo ruim,não existe nem sol nem lua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não conseguimos ver de outra maneira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tivessemos atenção para oque existe na rua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veriamos que basta não pensar besteiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não veriamos sol no céu a brilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sentiriamos o perfume da chuva ao chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como nas amarguras tentar modificar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E elevar emoções diferentes ao coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abra a janela e sinta o perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfume da terra á molhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verá que mesmo não cantando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas os passaros ainda estão lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abra seu peito para um novo olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verá que há coisas que se foram e para sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que existe muito mais a te mostrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muita coisa que vem pela frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como o tempo ruim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem sol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem brilho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem explendor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas passa,assim como a dor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol reaparece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os passaros voltam a cantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você tambem se restabelece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E estara pronto a continuar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempo ruim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida de amargura sombria&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo em seu tempo tem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até sua vida se hoje é vazia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Limpe os olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagrimas que vieram a molhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque depois da chuva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol sempre volta a brilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Izabel C.C.Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-1811150884673112368?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/1811150884673112368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/1811150884673112368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2010/01/tempo-ruim.html' title='Tempo Ruim'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S01EVb5cE3I/AAAAAAAAABg/_BJJyfs8c3Y/s72-c/desanimo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-2037564905811097158</id><published>2010-01-06T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:21:15.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O maior presente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S0VR_Iuol4I/AAAAAAAAABY/ip-3y9k1FbU/s1600-h/Fotos+celular+lise+118.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423831471354320770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S0VR_Iuol4I/AAAAAAAAABY/ip-3y9k1FbU/s320/Fotos+celular+lise+118.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um presente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso acabar com todos os seus problemas, dúvidas ou medos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu posso ouvir você e juntos podemos procurar soluções. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso impedir que você leve tombos, mas posso oferecer minha mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para você agarrar e levantar-se.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suas alegrias, triunfos, sucessos e felicidades não me pertencem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas seus risos e sorrisos poderão fazer parte dos meus maiores bens.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é de minha alçada as decisões que você toma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas eu posso apoiar encorajar e ajudar se me pedir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso traçar ou impor-lhe limites,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas posso apontar-lhe caminhos alternativos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procurar com você medidas de crescimento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;formas de encontrar-se, meios de ser você mesmo sem medo da rejeição.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso salvar o seu eu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ser partido pela dor, pela mágoa, perda ou tristeza,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas posso chorar com você e ajudá-lo a juntar os pedaços.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não posso dizer quem você é ou como deveria ser:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eu só posso dar-lhe todo meu carinho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e ser sua fazendo-lhe muito feliz!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-2037564905811097158?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/2037564905811097158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/2037564905811097158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-maior-presente.html' title='O maior presente'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/S0VR_Iuol4I/AAAAAAAAABY/ip-3y9k1FbU/s72-c/Fotos+celular+lise+118.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-8876739639195837335</id><published>2009-12-16T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:00:22.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SynEUfy9gfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULpOjV9ZXz8/s1600-h/Fotos+celular+lise+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416075883301405170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SynEUfy9gfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULpOjV9ZXz8/s320/Fotos+celular+lise+095.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem um dia poderá dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nunca sofreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que não precisa de esperanças para viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente aquele que nunca viveu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida nos mostra surpresas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos leva em varias direções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse embalo nos revela belezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ficam gravada como recordações&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a vida tambem nos leva a tristezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminhos pelos quais não devemos ir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que por destino seguimos sem destreza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E acabamos por chorar em vez de rir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida é tudo isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um amanha sem programação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo que saibamos disso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivemos diferente a cada emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acordamos com o alvorada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E achamos que o dia sera diferente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem sempre há coisa errada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tentamos viver o presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Presente que amanha será passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assim como um dia já foi futuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não podemos ignorar e deixar de lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente por simples orgulho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem podera dizer que nunca sofreu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nunca teve pesadelos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só aquele que ainda não viveu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou ainda não constituiu erros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São momentos de todo o tipo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvida,alegria,tristeza,suposições&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos acham que isso é mito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas vivemos presos as emoções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes não temos para onde fugir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhamos,e enchergamos o nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes vontade de sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas isso muda para cada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada um que planta ou semeia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No futuro terá uma colheita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como uma aranha,que constroi sua teia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite toda,para na manhã ser disfeita&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvidas,perguntas sem nexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poema metaforico sem explicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada um vive seu reflexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De suas proprias mãos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chego ao fim com uma pergunta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem podera dizer que nunca sofreu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somente aquele que nesse mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca viveu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Izabel c c cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-8876739639195837335?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/8876739639195837335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/8876739639195837335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2009/12/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SynEUfy9gfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ULpOjV9ZXz8/s72-c/Fotos+celular+lise+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-8747163477975058947</id><published>2009-12-16T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:37:15.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/Sym-rO8UjJI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Z7aUniXRoM/s1600-h/Fotos+celular+lise+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416069676844485778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/Sym-rO8UjJI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Z7aUniXRoM/s200/Fotos+celular+lise+094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como falar da vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doque vira pela frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se agora oque sei é que é sofrida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei porque acontece isso com a gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não entendo meu passado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão pouco meu presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que oque passou ficou de lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas oque vivo é vaziu e ausente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O futuro é algo imprevisivel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem dar pistas de seu significado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me sinto invisivel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E amanha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe oque há a mim reservado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento de todas as formas não pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tento fazer o hoje um dia especial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o problema todo esta no amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esperar uma mudança radical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos porquês rodeiam meus pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem respostas concretas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que faço com meus sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E com a confusão mental sem metas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei para onde seguir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se devo ou não ir em frente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queria poder desistir &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esvasiar a minha mente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdas,lagrimas,dor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só oque consigo ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que a vida não é só amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sem ele não consigo viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem muito oque gostaria de fazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muita coisa no coração&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só me falta forças para resolver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo por causa da emoção&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou necessaria aqui eu sei...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem pessoas que precisam de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pena que todos que amei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De alguma forma a mim deram fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente me pergunto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale a pena viver?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viver e a cada segundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentir,pensar,chorar e sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oque me resta é esperar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia apos dia,por um futuro incerto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguem para amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E espero...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De coração aberto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Izabel c c cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-8747163477975058947?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/8747163477975058947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/8747163477975058947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-vida.html' title='Minha Vida'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/Sym-rO8UjJI/AAAAAAAAABI/_Z7aUniXRoM/s72-c/Fotos+celular+lise+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-3036238994742594172</id><published>2009-05-31T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:32:45.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser feliz é viver intensamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz não é ter uma vida isenta de perdas e frustrações.É ser alegre, mesmo se vier a chorar;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É viver intensamente, mesmo no leito de um hospital;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É nunca deixar de sonhar, mesmo se tiver pesadelos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É dialogar consigo mesmo, ainda que a solidão o cerque;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sempre ser jovem, mesmo se os cabelos embranquecerem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É contar histórias para os filhos, mesmo se o tempo for escasso;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É amar os pais, mesmo se eles não compreenderem;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É agradecer muito, mesmo se as coisas derem erradas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É transformar erros em lições de vida;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é sentir o sabor da água, sentir o frescor de uma brisa a tocar-lhe o rosto, é sentir o cheiro de terra molhada;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É extrair das pequenas coisas, grandes emoções;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É encontrar todos os dias, motivos para sorrir, mesmo que não existam grandes fatos;É rir de suas próprias tolices;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É não desistir de quem se ama, mesmo se houver decepções;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É ter amigos para pedir consolo e dividir alegrias;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É agradecer a Deus pelo espetáculo da vida... e perceber o quanto é facil e simples ser feliz...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-3036238994742594172?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/3036238994742594172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/3036238994742594172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ser-feliz-e-viver-intensamente.html' title='Ser feliz é viver intensamente'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-6940176456588700323</id><published>2009-05-31T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:08:56.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acredite em você</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa do que é o mundo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante, são os seus sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa o que você é...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante é o que você quer ser...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa onde você está...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante é para onde você quer ir...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa o porquê...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante é o querer ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa suas mágoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O importante mesmo, são suas alegrias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não importa o que você já passou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O passado guarde na sua lembrança ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não veja; apenas olhe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não escute; apenas ouça...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não toque; sinta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mundo é um espelho; não seja apenas um reflexo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só acreditando no futuro você conseguirá a paz para alcançar seus sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afinal, o que importa ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você importa ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-6940176456588700323?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/6940176456588700323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/6940176456588700323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2009/05/acredite-em-voce.html' title='Acredite em você'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-7514858423246387810</id><published>2009-05-31T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:14:06.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos positvos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Todo pensamento positivo é aberto para melhores condições de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De hora em hora, minha vida melhora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dia a dia estou melhorando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estou prosperando em todos os sentidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou hoje, melhor que ontem;Serei amanhã, melhor que hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivo com entusiasmo e confiança, buscando sempre um futuro melhor e mais risonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As células do meu organismo se renovam através de pensamentos de harmonia, amor,saúde, sucesso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Colho no presente, o que plantei no passado;colherei no futuro, o que plantar no presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou responsável pelos meus atos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou otimista, sou tolerante, sei perdoar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro a vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acho o mundo maravilhoso...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cumpro meu deveres com prazer e alegria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ganho honestamente meu pão de cada dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Resolvo meu problemas com calma e serenidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nasci para amar e servir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Faço o bem sem olhar a quem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Minha norma de conduta se baseia no respeito mútuo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo a Deus sobre todas as coisas e ao próximo como a mim mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6030185412381529296-7514858423246387810?l=ssorabel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/7514858423246387810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6030185412381529296/posts/default/7514858423246387810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssorabel.blogspot.com/2009/05/pensamentos-positvos.html' title='Pensamentos positvos'/><author><name>ssorabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16999273779683917686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R8QochyYP28/SiLQ_zswktI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JP9DQIvBdTw/S220/ISABEL.bmp'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6030185412381529296.post-4925869395025098425</id><published>2009-05-31T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:30:49.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sete regras para viver melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 - TENHA A CONVICÇÃO DE QUE DEUS ESTÁ NO CONTROLE DE TUDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2- NÃO TENHA MEDO DE SITUAÇÕES NOVAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 - TIRE PROVEITO DAS DIFICULDADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 - NÃO ESCUTE PALAVRAS DE DESÂNIMO E DÚVIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 - LEMBRE-SE DE QUE VOCE PRÓPRIO É UMA SOLUÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6 - ESTEJA SE FORTALECENDO INTERIORMENTE CADA MANHÃ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 - AGRADEÇA A DEUS PELA OPORTUNIDADE DE LUTAR E VENCER"A NOSSA VISÃO DA VIDA DETERMINARÁ O NOSSO SUCESSO OU FRACASSO.SEJA ENTÃO DOS QUE ACREDITAM, SE ESFORÇAM E VENCEM.DEUS GOSTA DOS QUE NÃO RECUAM&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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