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- uma lição de delicadeza e poesia</title><content type='html'>Se temos de esperar, &lt;br /&gt;que seja para colher a semente boa &lt;br /&gt;que lançamos hoje no solo da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Se for para semear, &lt;br /&gt;então que seja para produzir &lt;br /&gt;milhões de sorrisos, &lt;br /&gt;de solidariedade e amizade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cora Coralina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQboNiM13oI/TzABwx23EhI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VTyTBYEBMrI/s1600/tumblr_lmyeyd6uGt1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQboNiM13oI/TzABwx23EhI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VTyTBYEBMrI/s320/tumblr_lmyeyd6uGt1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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poesia'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQboNiM13oI/TzABwx23EhI/AAAAAAAAA9g/VTyTBYEBMrI/s72-c/tumblr_lmyeyd6uGt1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8403411545081948928</id><published>2012-02-06T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T07:28:32.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milagres'/><title type='text'>Milagres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhCZGae1vDY/Ty_w7DvM0kI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hxk3iOzy4e0/s1600/imgpress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhCZGae1vDY/Ty_w7DvM0kI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hxk3iOzy4e0/s320/imgpress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milagre é&lt;/b&gt; quando tudo conspira contra, mas Deus vem de mansinho e com um sopro leve muda o rumo dos ventos. &lt;br /&gt;É quando respirar vira quase um suspiro de alivio e a vida devolve o sorriso como forma de retribuição por todo sofrimento. &lt;br /&gt;É o instante teimoso que resiste bravamente a um duro percurso e mantém-se em pé amparado pela força divina. &lt;br /&gt;É a decisão que escapa de nossas mãos, mas que antes de cair agarra-se com toda força a uma segunda chance.&lt;br /&gt;Milagre é o improvável gesto de carinho que impulsiona o ser humano a não deixar de acreditar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fernanda Gaona)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:Blog " Costurando Estrelas" - Noemyr Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;http://adoce-com-limao.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8403411545081948928?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8403411545081948928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8403411545081948928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8403411545081948928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8403411545081948928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/02/milagres.html' title='Milagres'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhCZGae1vDY/Ty_w7DvM0kI/AAAAAAAAA9I/hxk3iOzy4e0/s72-c/imgpress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7344573966356071354</id><published>2012-01-27T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:08:26.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lia Luft'/><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZwf0rv4iEE/TyMey0Cmz6I/AAAAAAAAA88/T8JuBTxSpFg/s1600/45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZwf0rv4iEE/TyMey0Cmz6I/AAAAAAAAA88/T8JuBTxSpFg/s320/45.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A felicidade exige paciência: é soma, acréscimo, conquista e aperfeiçoamento.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia Luft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejando a todos que passarem por aqui um final de semana abençoado e muito feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7344573966356071354?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZwf0rv4iEE/TyMey0Cmz6I/AAAAAAAAA88/T8JuBTxSpFg/s72-c/45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5672118678094127246</id><published>2012-01-27T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T07:35:50.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenidade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbUx8IP940w/TyK-mI1HUvI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Ikk1gPRwmFY/s1600/keep-calm-and-carry-on.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbUx8IP940w/TyK-mI1HUvI/AAAAAAAAA8k/Ikk1gPRwmFY/s320/keep-calm-and-carry-on.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em todas as circunstâncias da vida o equilíbrio, a serenidade fazem muito bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Gabriel Chalita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5672118678094127246?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5672118678094127246/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5672118678094127246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5672118678094127246'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5357604812517660577</id><published>2012-01-23T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T13:46:11.334-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensibilidade'/><title type='text'>Sobre a sensibilidade</title><content type='html'>Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem. Muita. Todo dia. Esse jeito de ouvir além dos olhos, de ver além dos ouvidos, de sentir a textura do sentimento alheio tão clara no próprio coração e tantas vezes até doer ou sorrir junto com toda sinceridade. Essa sensação, de vez em quando, de ser estrangeiro e não saber falar o idioma local, de ser meio ET, uma espécie de sobrevivente de uma civilização extinta. Essa intensidade toda em tempo de ternura minguada. Esse amor tão vívido em terra em que a maioria parece se assustar mais com o afeto do que com a indelicadeza. Esse cuidado espontâneo com os outros. Essa vontade tão pura de que ninguém sofra por nada. Esse melindre de ferir por saber, com nitidez, como dói se sentir ferido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21aIlMNSU-I/Tx3VD0i-yzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/V3HG2lZ1xak/s1600/94761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21aIlMNSU-I/Tx3VD0i-yzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/V3HG2lZ1xak/s320/94761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5357604812517660577?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5357604812517660577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5357604812517660577' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5357604812517660577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5357604812517660577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-sensibilidade.html' title='Sobre a sensibilidade'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21aIlMNSU-I/Tx3VD0i-yzI/AAAAAAAAA8M/V3HG2lZ1xak/s72-c/94761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1756990298283313349</id><published>2012-01-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:21:03.897-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>Eu e Luiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsxYsfawMRc/TxSf8ZCxncI/AAAAAAAAA8A/p5P-woLjXhA/s1600/marilac%2Bblog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsxYsfawMRc/TxSf8ZCxncI/AAAAAAAAA8A/p5P-woLjXhA/s320/marilac%2Bblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não havíamos marcado hora, não havíamos marcado lugar. E, na infinita possibilidade de lugares, na infinita possibilidade de tempos, nossos tempos e nossos lugares coincidiram. E deu-se o encontro."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rubem Alves)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-1756990298283313349?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1756990298283313349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1756990298283313349' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1756990298283313349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1756990298283313349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-e-luiz.html' title='Eu e Luiz'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsxYsfawMRc/TxSf8ZCxncI/AAAAAAAAA8A/p5P-woLjXhA/s72-c/marilac%2Bblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3933491335658252387</id><published>2012-01-16T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:55:01.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jacomo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abraço'/><title type='text'>Sobre o abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6qGfeeEpQ/TxQ6MEok8GI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vPkFqE_A5lk/s1600/que-hay-de-nuevo-amigo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6qGfeeEpQ/TxQ6MEok8GI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vPkFqE_A5lk/s320/que-hay-de-nuevo-amigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O melhor do abraço é o charme de fazer com que a eternidade caiba em segundos"&lt;br /&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVtHWPANzcg/TxQ5bl5UMfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JlfOjn1MRYg/s1600/Gatinhos-Fofos-3_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eVtHWPANzcg/TxQ5bl5UMfI/AAAAAAAAA7c/JlfOjn1MRYg/s320/Gatinhos-Fofos-3_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3933491335658252387?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3933491335658252387/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3933491335658252387' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3933491335658252387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3933491335658252387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/sobre-o-abraco.html' title='Sobre o abraço'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK6qGfeeEpQ/TxQ6MEok8GI/AAAAAAAAA7o/vPkFqE_A5lk/s72-c/que-hay-de-nuevo-amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-182723984953298945</id><published>2012-01-11T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:43:59.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>Oração da Serenidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ORAÇÃO DA SERENIDADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMLxlpJOy5U/Tw4CUcwWEjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PEmDxHuLNR8/s1600/133731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMLxlpJOy5U/Tw4CUcwWEjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PEmDxHuLNR8/s320/133731.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Concedei-me, Senhor, a serenidade necessária para aceitar as coisas que não posso modificar, coragem para modificar aquelas que posso e sabedoria para distinguir umas das outras".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-182723984953298945?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/182723984953298945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=182723984953298945' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/182723984953298945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/182723984953298945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/oracao-da-serenidade.html' title='Oração da Serenidade!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VMLxlpJOy5U/Tw4CUcwWEjI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PEmDxHuLNR8/s72-c/133731.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1242998814716428541</id><published>2012-01-10T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:22:17.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luiz Claudio Ferreira Barbosa'/><title type='text'>Entrevista</title><content type='html'>O consultor político, &lt;b&gt;Luiz Cláudio Ferreira Barbosa&lt;/b&gt;, dará entrevista para o Jornal 40 Graus - TV Fortaleza - Câmara Municipal de Fortaleza. No horário das 08 horas da manhã de quarta - feira (11/01).Com reprise ao meio - dia. Tema: O novo salário mínimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOahRlclmzA/TwzkNSDnLjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Hbzhx7mqLmY/s1600/315480_269354483085888_100000340155707_969315_740059865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOahRlclmzA/TwzkNSDnLjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Hbzhx7mqLmY/s320/315480_269354483085888_100000340155707_969315_740059865_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-1242998814716428541?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1242998814716428541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1242998814716428541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1242998814716428541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1242998814716428541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/entrevista.html' title='Entrevista'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MOahRlclmzA/TwzkNSDnLjI/AAAAAAAAA7E/Hbzhx7mqLmY/s72-c/315480_269354483085888_100000340155707_969315_740059865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5467808420030343198</id><published>2012-01-10T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:03:23.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pe Fabio de Melo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Expressando o amor</title><content type='html'>Não permita que a vida passe sem que as pessoas saibam o significado que elas tem para você". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Pe Fábio de Melo ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZyNLkxQS30/TwxTFZo9VrI/AAAAAAAAA5w/VAtBez9RA2U/s1600/amor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZyNLkxQS30/TwxTFZo9VrI/AAAAAAAAA5w/VAtBez9RA2U/s320/amor2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E acredito cada dia mais: tem coisas que Deus dá para a gente aprender. E tem coisas que Deus só dá quando a gente aprende.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:http://andreiaspengler.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5467808420030343198?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5467808420030343198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5467808420030343198' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5467808420030343198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5467808420030343198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2012/01/expressando-o-amor.html' title='Expressando o amor'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ZyNLkxQS30/TwxTFZo9VrI/AAAAAAAAA5w/VAtBez9RA2U/s72-c/amor2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8930648146806695676</id><published>2011-12-28T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T08:32:44.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Para você ganhar belíssimo Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cor de arco-íris, ou da cor da sua paz...&lt;br /&gt;Ano Novo sem comparação com todo o tempo já vivido&lt;br /&gt;(mal vivido, talvez ou sem sentido)&lt;br /&gt;Para você ganhar um ano&lt;br /&gt;não apenas pintado de novo, remendado às carreiras,&lt;br /&gt;mas novo nas sementinhas do vir-a-ser...&lt;br /&gt;Novo&lt;br /&gt;até no coração das coisas menos percebidas&lt;br /&gt;(a começar pelo seu interior)&lt;br /&gt;Novo espontâneo, que de tão perfeito nem se nota,&lt;br /&gt;mas com ele se come, se passeia,&lt;br /&gt;se ama, se compreende, se trabalha,&lt;br /&gt;você não precisa beber champagne ou qualquer outra birita,&lt;br /&gt;não precisa expedir nem receber mensagens&lt;br /&gt;(planta recebe mensagens?&lt;br /&gt;passa telegrama?).&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa chorar de arrependido&lt;br /&gt;pelas besteiras consumadas&lt;br /&gt;nem parvamente acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que por decreto da esperança&lt;br /&gt;a partir de janeiro as coisas mudem&lt;br /&gt;e seja tudo claridade, recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;justiça entre os homens e as nações,&lt;br /&gt;liberdade com cheiro e gosto de pão matinal,&lt;br /&gt;direitos respeitados, começando&lt;br /&gt;pelo direito augusto de viver.&lt;br /&gt;Para ganhar um ano novo&lt;br /&gt;que mereça este nome,&lt;br /&gt;você, meu caro, tem de merecê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;tem de fazê-lo novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não é fácil,&lt;br /&gt;mas tente, experimente, consciente.&lt;br /&gt;É dentro de você que o Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;cochila e espera desde sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVVNyos99Ng/TvtD6w_IeII/AAAAAAAAA5A/rfLZVIYroX8/s1600/1297516660HoO9a0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVVNyos99Ng/TvtD6w_IeII/AAAAAAAAA5A/rfLZVIYroX8/s320/1297516660HoO9a0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos os amigos que passam por aqui o meu abraço carinhoso e os votos de um Ano Novo abençoado e muito feliz!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8930648146806695676?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8930648146806695676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8930648146806695676' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8930648146806695676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8930648146806695676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo !!!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oVVNyos99Ng/TvtD6w_IeII/AAAAAAAAA5A/rfLZVIYroX8/s72-c/1297516660HoO9a0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4973766929728158666</id><published>2011-12-22T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:03:57.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>Então é Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9047uCH2Cp4/TvNSRHT8zEI/AAAAAAAAA40/GT4G37ehmVE/s1600/5662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9047uCH2Cp4/TvNSRHT8zEI/AAAAAAAAA40/GT4G37ehmVE/s320/5662.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, esta chegando o Natal, tempo muito especial para todos nós!&lt;br /&gt;Que o espirito do Natal possa contagiar a todos , vamos seguir os passos de Jesus e realmente vivenciar o amor e a união não só nesta época mas em todos os dias das nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;O amor realiza milagres!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ter Fé! &lt;br /&gt;Nem tudo acontece exatamente como gostariamos, mas Deus é um pai amoroso e muito sábio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;Marilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:Renovo os pedidos de oração para Ana Patricia Veras que voltou ao Hospital e nesse momento não tem ainda um diagnóstico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4973766929728158666?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4973766929728158666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4973766929728158666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4973766929728158666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4973766929728158666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/12/entao-e-natal.html' title='Então é Natal'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9047uCH2Cp4/TvNSRHT8zEI/AAAAAAAAA40/GT4G37ehmVE/s72-c/5662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4345657360702715481</id><published>2011-12-08T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:45:18.076-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aila Sampaio'/><title type='text'>Precisamos de mais pacificadores</title><content type='html'>Há pessoas que nunca relaxam, estão sempre atentas ao perigo, desconfiadas do mundo. Vivem armadas, em posição de ataque e, ao primeiro braço estendido, lançam pedras, sequer imaginam que possa ser um gesto para um abraço. &lt;br /&gt;Caem em todas as armadilhas neurais, como diz a minha amiga Tânia... Que terrível deve ser a vida assim, eternamente em sentinela! Eu me pergunto sempre: pra que carregar pedras se é tão mais leve (e agradável) carregar flores?&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos de mais pacificadores, gente que desencane o outro e não que alimente suas fúrias...&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos espalhar o vírus do bem-estar...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov1S8bYzRts/TuE5hw-HnuI/AAAAAAAAA4o/SbRap22Tk3E/s1600/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov1S8bYzRts/TuE5hw-HnuI/AAAAAAAAA4o/SbRap22Tk3E/s320/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Aíla Sampaio) &lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aila Sampaio - Mestra em Literatura, Escritora e Professora da Unifor.É colaboradora do Caderno de cultura do jornal Diario do Nordeste e editora da Revista de Humanidades (CCH-Unifor).&lt;br /&gt;Vocês podem acessar os blogs abaixo e se deliciar com os textos e frases de Aila :&lt;br /&gt;http://literaila.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://frasesdeaila.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://litebrasil.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4345657360702715481?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4345657360702715481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4345657360702715481' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4345657360702715481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4345657360702715481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/12/precisamos-de-mais-pacificadores.html' title='Precisamos de mais pacificadores'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ov1S8bYzRts/TuE5hw-HnuI/AAAAAAAAA4o/SbRap22Tk3E/s72-c/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3500622300320271331</id><published>2011-11-21T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:10:31.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fé'/><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>A fé – um sexto sentido – transcende o intelecto sem contradizê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A força mais potente do universo? - A fé." &lt;br /&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O otimismo é a fé em ação. Nada se pode levar a efeito sem otimismo."&lt;br /&gt;(Hellen Keller)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2kuwvWHsa4/TsppuuGCdXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2f7Q-XfJ4zo/s1600/nasa-estrelas-tl-20100706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2kuwvWHsa4/TsppuuGCdXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2f7Q-XfJ4zo/s320/nasa-estrelas-tl-20100706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queridos amigos  &lt;br /&gt;Amanhã dia 22/11/2011 , receberemos o resultado dos exames da Patricia , vamos manter a Fé de que os exames irão trazer boas noticias. &lt;br /&gt;A mãe dela Ludmila, agradece de coração a todos que estão juntos nessa corrente de orações.&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e uma semana abençoada para todos vocês&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3500622300320271331?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3500622300320271331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3500622300320271331' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3500622300320271331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3500622300320271331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/11/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X2kuwvWHsa4/TsppuuGCdXI/AAAAAAAAA4E/2f7Q-XfJ4zo/s72-c/nasa-estrelas-tl-20100706.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7742851527858834176</id><published>2011-11-04T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:30:21.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>PEDIDO DE ORAÇÃO PARA PATRICIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_dWDn_JM0/TrRb9FRpmXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EEJgmylg0wY/s1600/40671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_dWDn_JM0/TrRb9FRpmXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EEJgmylg0wY/s200/40671.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Queridos amigos,&lt;br /&gt;Venho pedir orações pela saude de Ana Patricia,&amp;nbsp;que esta internada em Manaus com suspeita de pancreatite aguda, o estado dela é muito grave, ainda nao foi fechado um diagnostico.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é jovem, boa filha e uma dedicada estudante de medicina.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos fazer uma corrente de orações !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Jesus ilumine e inspire os médicos e que dê aos familiares e amigos de Patricia &amp;nbsp;a serenidade necessária para&amp;nbsp;atravessar essa tempestade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7742851527858834176?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7742851527858834176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7742851527858834176' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7742851527858834176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7742851527858834176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/11/pedido-de-oracao-para-patricia.html' title='PEDIDO DE ORAÇÃO PARA PATRICIA'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wn_dWDn_JM0/TrRb9FRpmXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/EEJgmylg0wY/s72-c/40671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3026125444539572154</id><published>2011-10-28T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:01:40.534-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='padre fabio de Melo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>"(...) os milagres que imploro, e os pedidos que faço, se baseiam em minha vontade, e Deus não está aqui para me dar o que eu desejo. Deus está aqui para me dar o que eu preciso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pe. Fabio de Melo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s1600/menina_rezando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s1600/menina_rezando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://daligo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://daligo.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3026125444539572154?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3026125444539572154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3026125444539572154' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3026125444539572154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3026125444539572154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/10/oracao.html' title='ORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StVaLxLIwbU/TqrCfjeIvQI/AAAAAAAAA3U/ByGuie02o7Y/s72-c/menina_rezando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-9212258684183637268</id><published>2011-10-20T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:21:05.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabrício Carpinejar'/><title type='text'>Sobre o amor real</title><content type='html'>O amor mais contundente é o que não precisa ser visto para existir. E continuará sendo feito apesar de não ser reparado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor real é secreto. É conservar um pouco de amor platônico dentro do amor correspondido. É reservar as gavetas do armário mais acessíveis para as roupas dela, é deixar que sua mulher tome a última fatia da pizza que você mais gosta, é separar as roupas de noite para não acordá-la de manhã. E nunca falar que isso aconteceu. E não jogar na cara qualquer ação. E não se vangloriar das próprias delicadezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscá-la no trabalho é o equivalente a oferecer um par de brilhantes. Esperá-la com comida pronta é o equivalente a acolhê-la com um buquê de rosas vermelhas. São demonstrações sutis, que não dá para contar para os outros, mas que contam muito na hora de acordar para enfrentar a vida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXJIe-nj-fg/TqA8LFcPBFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rgu-4mROwvM/s1600/lF8ols8GJWdyrayIrPLs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXJIe-nj-fg/TqA8LFcPBFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rgu-4mROwvM/s320/lF8ols8GJWdyrayIrPLs.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Fabrício Carpinejar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-9212258684183637268?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/9212258684183637268/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=9212258684183637268' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/9212258684183637268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/9212258684183637268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/10/sobre-o-amor-real.html' title='Sobre o amor real'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eXJIe-nj-fg/TqA8LFcPBFI/AAAAAAAAA3I/rgu-4mROwvM/s72-c/lF8ols8GJWdyrayIrPLs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8189171111294499655</id><published>2011-09-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T08:21:31.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario Lago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Sonhar é preciso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sonhar é dar à vida nova cor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;dar gosto bom às lágrimas de dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o sol pode apagar, o mar perder a voz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mas nunca morre um sonho bom dentro de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mário Lago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY3L5kFgnaY/ToM3uQZo2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zMh5DS3JHLk/s1600/azul7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY3L5kFgnaY/ToM3uQZo2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zMh5DS3JHLk/s200/azul7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A noite de hoje está me parecendo um sonho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não é. É que a realidade é inacreditável."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clarice Lispector Uma Aprendizagem ou O Livro dos Prazeres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8189171111294499655?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8189171111294499655/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8189171111294499655' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8189171111294499655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8189171111294499655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/09/sonhar-e-preciso.html' title='Sonhar é preciso!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY3L5kFgnaY/ToM3uQZo2XI/AAAAAAAAA3A/zMh5DS3JHLk/s72-c/azul7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7788391508151306229</id><published>2011-09-21T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:57:38.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos'/><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>Não lemos e escrevemos poesia porque é bonitinho. Lemos e escrevemos poesia porque somos membros da raça humana e a raça humana está repleta de paixão. E medicina, advocacia, administração e engenharia, são objetivos nobres e necessários para manter-se vivo. Mas a poesia, beleza, romance, amor… é para isso que vivemos." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA22EzDuMaY/Tnpdw-c44gI/AAAAAAAAA28/vc9aiN8mYdw/s1600/poetas-mortos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA22EzDuMaY/Tnpdw-c44gI/AAAAAAAAA28/vc9aiN8mYdw/s320/poetas-mortos1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Do filme: Sociedade dos Poetas Mortos-Um filme maravilhoso com Robin Williams no papel do admirável professor Keating e um elenco de jovens garotos muito bem dirigidos por Peter Weir)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7788391508151306229?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7788391508151306229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7788391508151306229' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7788391508151306229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7788391508151306229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/09/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MA22EzDuMaY/Tnpdw-c44gI/AAAAAAAAA28/vc9aiN8mYdw/s72-c/poetas-mortos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-140080845262169690</id><published>2011-09-16T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:41:48.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>A alegria está muito próxima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB0Phx5_e8M/TnN76loVViI/AAAAAAAAA24/n6totPGE0P8/s1600/1248708044304_47.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB0Phx5_e8M/TnN76loVViI/AAAAAAAAA24/n6totPGE0P8/s1600/1248708044304_47.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso muito pouco. A alegria está muito próxima. &lt;br /&gt;Mora no momento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos a alegria porque pensamos que ela virá no futuro, depois de algum evento &lt;br /&gt;portentoso que mudará a nossa vida." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rubem Alves]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-140080845262169690?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/140080845262169690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=140080845262169690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/140080845262169690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/140080845262169690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/09/alegria-esta-muito-proxima.html' title='A alegria está muito próxima'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB0Phx5_e8M/TnN76loVViI/AAAAAAAAA24/n6totPGE0P8/s72-c/1248708044304_47.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4150013739220350016</id><published>2011-09-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:38:51.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>Vamos  olhar com olhos de criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tm8ICk6vHjY/TnN6oqUbaFI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZteGPCgfTa4/s1600/5106966540_3fcdd45919_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tm8ICk6vHjY/TnN6oqUbaFI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZteGPCgfTa4/s320/5106966540_3fcdd45919_z_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Deus é alegria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança é alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus e uma criança têm isso em comum: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ambos sabem que o universo é uma caixa de brinquedos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus vê o mundo com os olhos de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está sempre à procura de companheiros para brincar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4150013739220350016?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4150013739220350016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4150013739220350016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4150013739220350016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4150013739220350016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/09/vamos-olhar-com-olhos-de-crianca.html' title='Vamos  olhar com olhos de criança'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tm8ICk6vHjY/TnN6oqUbaFI/AAAAAAAAA20/ZteGPCgfTa4/s72-c/5106966540_3fcdd45919_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8192575420706640945</id><published>2011-09-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:24:39.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lya luft'/><title type='text'>Reflexões de uma manha de setembro</title><content type='html'>Mais tarde eu saberia que certas experiências se partilham – até mesmo sem palavras – só com gente da mesma raça. O que não significa nem cor nem formato de olho nem tipo de cabelo, mas o indefinível parentesco da alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lya Luft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto&amp;nbsp;saudade de conversar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;com&amp;nbsp;amigos queridos que mesmo estando distantes sabem se fazer presentes ,seja num e-mail, seja num post que nos fala direto ao coração, no carinho expresso em cada comentario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0WkEvlTiXA/TmY7Blf014I/AAAAAAAAA2w/XnNaoHeve9w/s1600/264d08d76e309b5fc7c68f80890631fe75f5eb45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0WkEvlTiXA/TmY7Blf014I/AAAAAAAAA2w/XnNaoHeve9w/s320/264d08d76e309b5fc7c68f80890631fe75f5eb45.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A vocês que sempre passam por aqui o meu abraço carinhoso e o desejo de um excelente feriado!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8192575420706640945?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8192575420706640945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8192575420706640945' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8192575420706640945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8192575420706640945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/09/reflexoes-de-uma-manha-de-setembro.html' title='Reflexões de uma manha de setembro'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h0WkEvlTiXA/TmY7Blf014I/AAAAAAAAA2w/XnNaoHeve9w/s72-c/264d08d76e309b5fc7c68f80890631fe75f5eb45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7989189564287633547</id><published>2011-08-24T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:17:35.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F Abreu'/><title type='text'>Caio F.Abreu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYjNvJjFzUo/TlUVeVjlk4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ig38jC6UWLY/s1600/1000imagens2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYjNvJjFzUo/TlUVeVjlk4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ig38jC6UWLY/s200/1000imagens2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tem um poema da Florbela Espanca que diz assim: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;“As coisas vêm a seu tempo/ quando vêm, essa é a verdade”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Um dia a coisa sai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E eu acredito no mecanismo do infinito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;fazendo com que tudo aconteça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-1KWuqkOPI/TlUV3gt4ciI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vmf_vbBQAHo/s1600/amor.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-1KWuqkOPI/TlUV3gt4ciI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vmf_vbBQAHo/s200/amor.jpeg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;na hora exata.&lt;/div&gt;(Caio F.Abreu, a Hilda Hislt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;Depois abro Adélia Prado e leio: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“a vida é tão bonita/ basta um beijo/ e a delicada engrenagem movimenta-se/ &lt;br /&gt;uma necessidade cósmica nos protege”. &lt;br /&gt;Depois durmo, certo de que ainda há muitas histórias para serem lidas,&lt;br /&gt;para serem escritas, para serem lembradas. &lt;br /&gt;Até para serem vividas, quem sabe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Caio, Caderno 2, OESP, 5 de agosto de 1987) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;fonte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquelesdoisamores.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://aquelesdoisamores.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7989189564287633547?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7989189564287633547/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7989189564287633547' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7989189564287633547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7989189564287633547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/08/caio-fabreu.html' title='Caio F.Abreu'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GYjNvJjFzUo/TlUVeVjlk4I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Ig38jC6UWLY/s72-c/1000imagens2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6107360506563170764</id><published>2011-08-20T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T07:26:01.806-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Roberto Gaefke'/><title type='text'>O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wmgNyoy03Y/Tk_Du5rQdeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-ouAyd86nCw/s1600/ff03b-777276.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wmgNyoy03Y/Tk_Du5rQdeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-ouAyd86nCw/s1600/ff03b-777276.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não importam as dores, as angústias...&lt;br /&gt;Nem as decepções que vou ter que encarar...&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi ser verdadeiro...No meu caminho, o abraço é apertado...O aperto de mão é sincero...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não estranhe a minha maneira de sorrir...De te desejar o bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu sou aquela pessoa que acredita no bem...Que vive no bem e que anseia o bem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não estranhe se eu te abraçar bem apertado...Mesmo que seja só em pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu me emocionar com a sua história...Se eu chorar junto com você...&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas...Somos gente e gente que fez a opção pelo bem...&lt;br /&gt;É assim que eu enxergo a vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é só assim que eu acredito que valha a pena viver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viver com emoção, com verdade e com amor....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fonte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meuanjo.com.br/?p=2863"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://www.meuanjo.com.br/?p=2863&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6107360506563170764?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6107360506563170764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6107360506563170764' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6107360506563170764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6107360506563170764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/08/o-caminho-que-eu-escolhi-e-o-do-amor.html' title='O caminho que eu escolhi é o do amor'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9wmgNyoy03Y/Tk_Du5rQdeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/-ouAyd86nCw/s72-c/ff03b-777276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8305313028533676180</id><published>2011-08-10T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:09:58.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lavanda'/><title type='text'>Campos de lavanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b96tC9pX1A/TkL6KOr66-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Oic7vUbxgI8/s1600/2-quilos-de-lavanda-fresca-2kg-flores-secas-de-lavanda-beautiful-flowers-bulk-222137.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b96tC9pX1A/TkL6KOr66-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Oic7vUbxgI8/s320/2-quilos-de-lavanda-fresca-2kg-flores-secas-de-lavanda-beautiful-flowers-bulk-222137.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pensando em viajar para conhecer os campos de lavanda? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aproveite&amp;nbsp;o mês&amp;nbsp;, pois &amp;nbsp;entre junho e agosto,&amp;nbsp;os campos estão cheios de flores lilás!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andar entre os campos de lavanda é um sonho que pretendo realizar !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5roqfCPriQ/TkL9fCZiGsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k7rGqnUogFk/s1600/Campos_9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5roqfCPriQ/TkL9fCZiGsI/AAAAAAAAA2c/k7rGqnUogFk/s1600/Campos_9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri um blog lindo chamado &amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Claudiaroma&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;onde quem se interessar poderá se deliciar com lindas imagens e posts sobre lavanda e aromaterapia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte : http://claudiaroma.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8305313028533676180?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8305313028533676180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8305313028533676180' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8305313028533676180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8305313028533676180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/08/campos-de-lavanda.html' title='Campos de lavanda'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9b96tC9pX1A/TkL6KOr66-I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Oic7vUbxgI8/s72-c/2-quilos-de-lavanda-fresca-2kg-flores-secas-de-lavanda-beautiful-flowers-bulk-222137.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-170034078373450038</id><published>2011-08-10T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:36:46.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Lucado'/><title type='text'>Plante uma palavra de AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Nunca subestime o poder de uma semente:&lt;br /&gt;Quer ver um MILAGRE? Plante uma palavra de AMOR&lt;br /&gt;profundo na vida de uma pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Cultive-a com um SORRISO e uma ORAÇÃO, e veja o que acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Sementes de PAZ são plantadas, e camadas de solo magoado são removidas!...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca subestime o poder de uma semente!&lt;br /&gt;[Max Lucado]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEX3wUVhmmY/TkL5h77DClI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/_HF5aCe_GkE/s1600/floreslilas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEX3wUVhmmY/TkL5h77DClI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/_HF5aCe_GkE/s320/floreslilas5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-170034078373450038?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/170034078373450038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=170034078373450038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/170034078373450038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/170034078373450038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/08/plante-uma-palavra-de-amor.html' title='Plante uma palavra de AMOR'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEX3wUVhmmY/TkL5h77DClI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/_HF5aCe_GkE/s72-c/floreslilas5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5345129559617711322</id><published>2011-07-18T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T09:26:20.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dumbledore'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte part 2 -  Dumbledore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhGelGa08kg/TiRduG6kBpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HO8IRQACPnc/s1600/HP6_Dumbledore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhGelGa08kg/TiRduG6kBpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HO8IRQACPnc/s400/HP6_Dumbledore.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Palavras são, na minha nada humilde opinião, nossa inesgotável fonte de magia. Capazes de formar grandes sofrimentos e também de remediá-los."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Dumbledore)&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/3324480971052045047-5345129559617711322?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5345129559617711322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5345129559617711322' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5345129559617711322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5345129559617711322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-e-as-reliquias-da-morte.html' title='Harry Potter e as Relíquias da Morte part 2 -  Dumbledore'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hhGelGa08kg/TiRduG6kBpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/HO8IRQACPnc/s72-c/HP6_Dumbledore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3233397069272380337</id><published>2011-07-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:46:43.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clarice Lispector'/><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-bu4QOXXPc/Tho5uUI4RBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ajeUHg245rM/s1600/agoodyear-300x197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-bu4QOXXPc/Tho5uUI4RBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ajeUHg245rM/s1600/agoodyear-300x197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Não me lembro mais qual foi nosso começo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sei que não começamos pelo começo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já era amor antes de ser."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Clarice Lispector) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3233397069272380337?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3233397069272380337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3233397069272380337' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3233397069272380337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3233397069272380337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/07/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G-bu4QOXXPc/Tho5uUI4RBI/AAAAAAAAA2E/ajeUHg245rM/s72-c/agoodyear-300x197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6255116628256800634</id><published>2011-06-29T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T08:24:00.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caio F Abreu'/><title type='text'>Sobre o tempo</title><content type='html'>Acredito nos olhos de quem está apenas observando, aprendendo, sem julgamento. Acredito que existe um lugar para mim, assim como existe lugar para todo mundo. Porque existe lugar para todo mundo. É só procurar. Eu acredito. Acredito no tempo. O tempo é nosso amigo, nosso aliado, não o inimigo que traz as rugas e a morte. O tempo é que mostra o que realmente valeu a pena, o tempo nos ensina a esperar, o tempo apaga o efêmero e acaba com a dúvida."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi75YUDrzkw/TgtDakP07SI/AAAAAAAAA18/w599RVKAqfc/s1600/e8330c575ac25f9af93d224eca87a917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi75YUDrzkw/TgtDakP07SI/AAAAAAAAA18/w599RVKAqfc/s200/e8330c575ac25f9af93d224eca87a917.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Caio Fernando Abreu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6255116628256800634?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6255116628256800634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6255116628256800634' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6255116628256800634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6255116628256800634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/06/sobre-o-tempo.html' title='Sobre o tempo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vi75YUDrzkw/TgtDakP07SI/AAAAAAAAA18/w599RVKAqfc/s72-c/e8330c575ac25f9af93d224eca87a917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2491487884533296989</id><published>2011-06-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:13:21.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antoine de Saint-Exupéry'/><title type='text'>O essencial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxu8iuHlB8w/Tezs9vLyM6I/AAAAAAAAA14/0_isBUoeFTs/s1600/Pequeno_Principe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxu8iuHlB8w/Tezs9vLyM6I/AAAAAAAAA14/0_isBUoeFTs/s1600/Pequeno_Principe.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ – Adeus – disse a raposa. – Eis o meu segredo. É muito simples: só se vê bem com o coração. O essencial é invisível aos olhos.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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; O pequeno príncipe-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2491487884533296989?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2491487884533296989/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2491487884533296989' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2491487884533296989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2491487884533296989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-essencial.html' title='O essencial'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxu8iuHlB8w/Tezs9vLyM6I/AAAAAAAAA14/0_isBUoeFTs/s72-c/Pequeno_Principe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5839031965368400108</id><published>2011-06-02T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:49:04.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carol Timm'/><title type='text'>A amizade não pesa</title><content type='html'>A amizade não pesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabe no abraço, quando abriga&lt;br /&gt;Amigo faz companhia na hora da dor&lt;br /&gt;E na alegria faz a gente rir mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade não cansa&lt;br /&gt;É&amp;nbsp;algo que queremos para toda a vida&lt;br /&gt;A gente se sente bem na companhia amiga&lt;br /&gt;É fundamental ter amigos para conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é como remédio&lt;br /&gt;Ajuda-nos a curar as feridas&lt;br /&gt;Carinho é o melhor cicatrizante&lt;br /&gt;E que bom calmante, o ombro amigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amizade, esta dádiva maravilhosa,&lt;br /&gt;Porque amigo de verdade a gente cultiva&lt;br /&gt;É flor rara que se cuida com muito cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Faz a vida mais leve e o caminho mais bonito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carol Timm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-eV__jh4S8/TegErmcUmII/AAAAAAAAA10/u8RuCh-FkeE/s1600/amizade2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-eV__jh4S8/TegErmcUmII/AAAAAAAAA10/u8RuCh-FkeE/s320/amizade2.jpg" t8="true" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Essa poesia recebi da querida Carol Timm no meu aniversario&amp;nbsp; em junho de 2008! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje 3 de Junho novamente, agradeço a Deus pelo dom da vida e celebro a alegria de ter em meu caminho amigos especiais e muito amados ! &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Obrigada !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5839031965368400108?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5839031965368400108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5839031965368400108' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5839031965368400108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5839031965368400108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/06/amizade-nao-pesa.html' title='A amizade não pesa'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2-eV__jh4S8/TegErmcUmII/AAAAAAAAA10/u8RuCh-FkeE/s72-c/amizade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7302991370882393145</id><published>2011-05-22T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T10:13:03.088-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antoine de Saint-Exupéry'/><title type='text'>Sobre os amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAeUAKahEE/TdlCvDirgnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/QEwutkOXG0E/s1600/CRIANA%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAeUAKahEE/TdlCvDirgnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/QEwutkOXG0E/s320/CRIANA%257E1.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As pessoas grandes adoram os números. Quando a gente lhes fala de um novo amigo, elas jamais se informam do essencial. Não perguntam nunca: "Qual é o som da sua voz? Quais os brinquedos que prefere? Será que coleciona borboletas?" Mas perguntam: "Qual é sua idade? Quantos irmãos ele tem? Quanto pesa? Quanto ganha seu pai?" Somente então é que elas julgam conhecê-lo. Se dizemos às pessoas grandes: "Vi uma bela casa de tijolos cor-de-rosa, gerânios na janela, pombas no telhado..." elas não conseguem, de modo nenhum, fazer uma idéia da casa. É preciso dizer-lhes: "Vi uma casa de seiscentos contos". Então elas exclamam: "Que beleza!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7302991370882393145?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7302991370882393145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7302991370882393145' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7302991370882393145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7302991370882393145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-os-amigos.html' title='Sobre os amigos'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yAAeUAKahEE/TdlCvDirgnI/AAAAAAAAA1w/QEwutkOXG0E/s72-c/CRIANA%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8168310346027640982</id><published>2011-05-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:30:00.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>Sobre a arte de ouvir</title><content type='html'>"O que as pessoas mais desejam é alguém que as escute de maneira calma e tranqüila. Em silêncio. Sem dar conselhos. Sem que digam: "Se eu fosse você". A gente ama não é a pessoa que fala bonito. É a pessoa que escuta bonito. A fala só é bonita quando ela nasce de uma longa e silenciosa escuta. É na escuta que o amor começa. E é na não-escuta que ele termina. Não aprendi isso nos livros. Aprendi prestando atenção."&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alves in O AMOR QUE ACENDE A LUA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhRJSjL3EM/TdU3KPKP4xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5oP_ydIRn2A/s1600/agoodyear-300x197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhRJSjL3EM/TdU3KPKP4xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5oP_ydIRn2A/s1600/agoodyear-300x197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8168310346027640982?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8168310346027640982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8168310346027640982' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8168310346027640982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8168310346027640982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/05/sobre-arte-de-ouvir.html' title='Sobre a arte de ouvir'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIhRJSjL3EM/TdU3KPKP4xI/AAAAAAAAA1s/5oP_ydIRn2A/s72-c/agoodyear-300x197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7027624000250762464</id><published>2011-05-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T15:45:40.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea  bocelli'/><title type='text'>Bom final de semana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70ujG4ROBXA/Tc8FT6-OxoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ww0zaOH832g/s1600/OgAAABD8LhsAwK7YChAPP5HZgkGIFLXjgzv4-BQ88ddUGpcxcMVyOFJJsCB993v_UFI7EVmmtANm4o4ezEXeyn_omuEAm1T1UAkE3LUFYDVaoASi3cOdw3IpM9Ql.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70ujG4ROBXA/Tc8FT6-OxoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ww0zaOH832g/s320/OgAAABD8LhsAwK7YChAPP5HZgkGIFLXjgzv4-BQ88ddUGpcxcMVyOFJJsCB993v_UFI7EVmmtANm4o4ezEXeyn_omuEAm1T1UAkE3LUFYDVaoASi3cOdw3IpM9Ql.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andrea Bocelli&amp;nbsp;, sempre maravilhoso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo a todos amigos um final de semana abençoado e feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3324480971052045047-7027624000250762464?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7027624000250762464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7027624000250762464' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7027624000250762464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7027624000250762464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/05/bom-final-de-semana.html' title='Bom final de semana!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-70ujG4ROBXA/Tc8FT6-OxoI/AAAAAAAAA1o/ww0zaOH832g/s72-c/OgAAABD8LhsAwK7YChAPP5HZgkGIFLXjgzv4-BQ88ddUGpcxcMVyOFJJsCB993v_UFI7EVmmtANm4o4ezEXeyn_omuEAm1T1UAkE3LUFYDVaoASi3cOdw3IpM9Ql.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6559167801397402662</id><published>2011-05-14T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:34:08.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lya luft'/><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>A esperança me chama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu salto a bordo&lt;br /&gt;como se fosse a primeira viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não conheço os mapas,&lt;br /&gt;escolho o imprevisto:&lt;br /&gt;qualquer sinal é um bom presságio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;pois quase sempre acredito:&lt;br /&gt;ando de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;feito criança brincando de cega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais de uma vez saio ferida&lt;br /&gt;ou quase afogada,&lt;br /&gt;mas não desisto.&lt;br /&gt;A dor eventual é o preço da vida:&lt;br /&gt;passagem, seguro e pedágio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lya Luft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx2igRBjnu0/Tc71LPTqizI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xlS32X2_GGE/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx2igRBjnu0/Tc71LPTqizI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xlS32X2_GGE/s320/amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6559167801397402662?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6559167801397402662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6559167801397402662' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6559167801397402662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6559167801397402662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/05/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qx2igRBjnu0/Tc71LPTqizI/AAAAAAAAA1k/xlS32X2_GGE/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5422155452355017200</id><published>2011-05-02T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:28:53.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tocando em frente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almir sater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renato teixeira'/><title type='text'>Tocando em frente</title><content type='html'>Almir Sater estava em São Paulo e desceu do seu apartamento para tomar um cafezinho. Chegando ao destino, encontrou Renato Teixeira, que o convidou para experimentar uma viola, que acabara de comprar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tomavam café, Almir dedilhou a viola e... "Ando devagar...", ao que Renato emendou... "porque já tive pressa...", e assim externaram uma obra divina (composta pelo Todo Poderoso), a qual denominaram de: "TOCANDO EM FRENTE"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... alguém perguntou à Almir como essa música fora composta e ele, simplemente, respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Ela estava pronta. Deus apenas esperou que o Renato e eu nos encontrássemos para mostrá-la pra gente".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jHJriET4E/Tb7K1a2CTQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CDYfwP0FWwo/s1600/tocando+em+frente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jHJriET4E/Tb7K1a2CTQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CDYfwP0FWwo/s320/tocando+em+frente.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5422155452355017200?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5422155452355017200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5422155452355017200' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5422155452355017200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5422155452355017200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/05/tocando-em-frente.html' title='Tocando em frente'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A9jHJriET4E/Tb7K1a2CTQI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CDYfwP0FWwo/s72-c/tocando+em+frente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6956964307956194741</id><published>2011-04-10T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:07:43.844-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ferreira Gullar'/><title type='text'>Cantiga para não morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Cantiga para não morrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você for se embora,&lt;br /&gt;moça branca como a neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acaso você não possa&lt;br /&gt;me carregar pela mão,&lt;br /&gt;menina branca de neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve no coração. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se no coração não possa&lt;br /&gt;por acaso me levar,&lt;br /&gt;moça de sonho e de neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve no seu lembrar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se aí também não possa&lt;br /&gt;por tanta coisa que leve&lt;br /&gt;já viva em seu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;menina branca de neve,&lt;br /&gt;me leve no esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferreira Gullar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwo4uw5HL2g/TaJ-eVUEhqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KCwfUm5B4FY/s1600/Hydrangeas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwo4uw5HL2g/TaJ-eVUEhqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KCwfUm5B4FY/s320/Hydrangeas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6956964307956194741?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6956964307956194741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6956964307956194741' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6956964307956194741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6956964307956194741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/04/cantiga-para-nao-morrer.html' title='Cantiga para não morrer'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pwo4uw5HL2g/TaJ-eVUEhqI/AAAAAAAAA1c/KCwfUm5B4FY/s72-c/Hydrangeas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5619909362193161433</id><published>2011-04-03T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:43:05.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Jácomo'/><title type='text'>EMPATIA</title><content type='html'>A generosidade com relação às dificuldades alheias começa também no contato mais vívido com a certeza da existência das nossas. Quem tem consciência das próprias limitações sabe o quanto às vezes é dificílimo dar um passo, o primeiro deles, fora do território de alguns sentimentos. Por mais que a alma nos peça incansavelmente. Por mais que, de vez em quando, ela pareça inventar pretextos só para nos impulsionar. Por mais que saiba, por histórico, que o primeiro passo ainda não é garantia de caminhada, mas já é avanço e esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcoTmOhxOtw/TZk-OXIAmSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/DhCBU3vNtd4/s1600/relax.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcoTmOhxOtw/TZk-OXIAmSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/DhCBU3vNtd4/s200/relax.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ana Jácomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5619909362193161433?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5619909362193161433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5619909362193161433' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5619909362193161433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5619909362193161433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/04/empatia.html' title='EMPATIA'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YcoTmOhxOtw/TZk-OXIAmSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/DhCBU3vNtd4/s72-c/relax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6556177823855090360</id><published>2011-04-03T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:36:29.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renata Pallottini'/><title type='text'>ALGUMA COISA</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ALGUMA COISA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa fica&lt;br /&gt;do caminhar contínuo&lt;br /&gt;e&amp;nbsp;deste sono.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma folha fica&lt;br /&gt;da primavera&lt;br /&gt;no outono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algum fruto, algum gesto, alguma voz.&lt;br /&gt;Alguma coisa frutifica.&lt;br /&gt;E fica em nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renata Pallottini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDUvqpjzmXs/TZk8fSh-FnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/EakhbqWZ6Vo/s1600/116401.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDUvqpjzmXs/TZk8fSh-FnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/EakhbqWZ6Vo/s200/116401.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem : &lt;a href="http://kepguru.hu/"&gt;http://kepguru.hu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6556177823855090360?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6556177823855090360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6556177823855090360' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6556177823855090360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6556177823855090360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/04/alguma-coisa.html' title='ALGUMA COISA'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDUvqpjzmXs/TZk8fSh-FnI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/EakhbqWZ6Vo/s72-c/116401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3479969186766446096</id><published>2011-03-19T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T10:55:06.510-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>A BELEZA E O SILENCIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Para mim Deus é isto: a beleza que se ouve no silêncio. Daí a importância de saber ouvir os outros: a beleza mora lá também. Comunhão é quando a beleza do outro e a beleza da gente se juntam num contraponto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alves in “O AMOR QUE ACENDE A LUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Escutatória”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHbt-w6x86o/TYTt6YscBzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/F1xzakysRes/s1600/71161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHbt-w6x86o/TYTt6YscBzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/F1xzakysRes/s320/71161.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3479969186766446096?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3479969186766446096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3479969186766446096' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3479969186766446096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3479969186766446096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/03/beleza-e-o-silencio.html' title='A BELEZA E O SILENCIO'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-iHbt-w6x86o/TYTt6YscBzI/AAAAAAAAA1M/F1xzakysRes/s72-c/71161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4848737853927348695</id><published>2011-03-12T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:38:14.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flora Figueiredo'/><title type='text'>Inevitavel - Flora Figueiredo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tNJotZS1A18/TXxXvAAZ3mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_wlbcR2r2GA/s1600/maos_dadas_na_praia-9325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tNJotZS1A18/TXxXvAAZ3mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_wlbcR2r2GA/s200/maos_dadas_na_praia-9325.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inevitável &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Flora Figueiredo) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se não fosse a beleza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seria a graça; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se não fosse a graça, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seria a doçura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quem sabe? - a simpatia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou até, talvez, - quem diria! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apenas a risada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas mesmo que não fosse nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda assim, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4848737853927348695?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4848737853927348695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4848737853927348695' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4848737853927348695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4848737853927348695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/03/inevitavel-flora-figueiredo.html' title='Inevitavel - Flora Figueiredo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tNJotZS1A18/TXxXvAAZ3mI/AAAAAAAAA1E/_wlbcR2r2GA/s72-c/maos_dadas_na_praia-9325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8527054954422268683</id><published>2011-03-04T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:44:32.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur da Távola'/><title type='text'>Gosto de Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-edCpGtBHPto/TXGvs61Mv4I/AAAAAAAAA1A/ziwvZB2Ur_g/s1600/50291.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-edCpGtBHPto/TXGvs61Mv4I/AAAAAAAAA1A/ziwvZB2Ur_g/s320/50291.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem : &lt;a href="http://kepguru.hu/"&gt;http://kepguru.hu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gosto de gente com a cabeça no lugar, de conteúdo interno, idealismo nos olhos e dois pés no chão da realidade. Gosto de gente que ri, chora, se emociona com uma simples carta, um telefonema, uma canção suave, um bom filme, um bom livro, um gesto de carinho, um abraço, um afago. &lt;br /&gt;Gente que ama e curte saudades, gosta de amigos, cultiva flores, ama os animais. &lt;br /&gt;Admira paisagens, poeira; e escuta. &lt;br /&gt;Gente que tem tempo para sorrir bondade, semear perdão, repartir ternuras, compartilhar vivências e dar espaço para as emoções dentro de si, emoções que fluem naturalmente de dentro de seu ser! &lt;br /&gt;Gente que gosta de fazer as coisas que gosta, sem fugir de compromissos difíceis e inadiáveis, por mais desgastantes que sejam. &lt;br /&gt;Gente que colhe, orienta, se entende, aconselha, busca a verdade e quer sempre aprender, mesmo que seja de uma criança, de um pobre, de um analfabeto. &lt;br /&gt;Gente de coração desarmado, sem ódio e preconceitos baratos. Com muito AMOR dentro de si. &lt;br /&gt;Gente que erra e reconhece, cai e se levanta, apanha e assimila os golpes, tirando lições dos erros e fazendo redentora suas lágrimas e sofrimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito de gente assim...e desconfio que é deste tipo de gente que DEUS também gosta! &lt;br /&gt;(Arthur da Távola)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8527054954422268683?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8527054954422268683/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8527054954422268683' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8527054954422268683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8527054954422268683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/03/gosto-de-voce.html' title='Gosto de Você'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-edCpGtBHPto/TXGvs61Mv4I/AAAAAAAAA1A/ziwvZB2Ur_g/s72-c/50291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-197574538070213646</id><published>2011-03-04T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:28:32.682-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard Bach'/><title type='text'>Sobre as escolhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LqiHKJrQV3k/TXGthUPaefI/AAAAAAAAA08/EUmvQGF5xrw/s1600/40671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LqiHKJrQV3k/TXGthUPaefI/AAAAAAAAA08/EUmvQGF5xrw/s320/40671.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Uma pequenina mudança hoje acarreta-nos um amanhã profundamente diferente. &lt;br /&gt;São grandes as recompensas para aqueles que optam pelos caminhos duros e difíceis, mas essas recompensas acham-se ocultas pelos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Toda escolha é feita inteiramente às cegas, e o mundo não nos dá garantia alguma. A única maneira de evitar todas as escolhas assustadoras consiste em deixar a sociedade e tornar-se um ermitão, e também isso é uma escolha assustadora. &lt;br /&gt;O bom caráter advém de seguirmos nosso supremo senso de retidão, de confiarmos nos ideais sem querer estarmos certos de que darão certo. &lt;br /&gt;Um dos desafios de nossa aventura na terra consiste em nos elevarmos acima de sistemas mortos... guerras, religiões, nações, destruições... recusarmos a fazer parte deles, e em vez disso exprimirmos o que temos de melhor dentro de nós. &lt;br /&gt;Não importa qual seja nossa habilitação ou nosso merecimento, nunca alcançaremos uma vida melhor até conseguirmos imaginá-la para nós próprios e permitir-nos tê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Deus sabe que isso é verdade!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Richard Bach – texto livro: Fugindo do Ninho)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-197574538070213646?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/197574538070213646/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=197574538070213646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/197574538070213646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/197574538070213646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/03/sobre-as-escolhas.html' title='Sobre as escolhas'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LqiHKJrQV3k/TXGthUPaefI/AAAAAAAAA08/EUmvQGF5xrw/s72-c/40671.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1768218146439267175</id><published>2011-02-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:00:30.763-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flora Figueiredo'/><title type='text'>Flora Figueiredo - poetisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flutuações&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YS-RlYTug-A/TWCQwugOThI/AAAAAAAAA04/JI3umBh7zuc/s1600/7109422g1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YS-RlYTug-A/TWCQwugOThI/AAAAAAAAA04/JI3umBh7zuc/s1600/7109422g1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O sonho aprendeu a pairar bem alto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;lá onde o sobressalto nem sequer nasceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Namorou a trôpega ilusão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;até que trêfego e desajeitado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;desprendeu-se de seu reino idealizado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;veio pousar tamborilante em minha mão.&lt;/div&gt;Assim, aquecido e aconchegado,&lt;br /&gt;parece que se esqueceu de ir embora.&lt;br /&gt;Na hora em que ressona distraído,&lt;br /&gt;eu lhe pingo malemolências ao ouvido,&lt;br /&gt;à sua inquietação eu me sujeito.&lt;br /&gt;Eis que o sonho dorme agora aqui comigo,&lt;br /&gt;seu corpo repousa no meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor a Céu Aberto, Editora Nova Fronteira, 1992 - Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************************************** &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hoje a tarde&amp;nbsp;na Livraria Cultura descobri&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Flora Figueiredo ,&lt;/strong&gt;poetisa, cronista e tradutora paulista. Fiquei encantada com seus poemas. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;São características da poesia de Flora Figueiredo: a linguagem concisa, a economia e sutileza verbais, onde o silêncio entre as palavras é também instrumento de comunicação da emoção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte :&lt;a href="http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/florafigueiredo.html"&gt;http://www.revista.agulha.nom.br/florafigueiredo.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Site oficial: &lt;a href="http://www.florafigueiredo.com/"&gt;http://www.florafigueiredo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-1768218146439267175?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1768218146439267175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1768218146439267175' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1768218146439267175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1768218146439267175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/02/flora-figueiredo-poetisa.html' title='Flora Figueiredo - poetisa'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YS-RlYTug-A/TWCQwugOThI/AAAAAAAAA04/JI3umBh7zuc/s72-c/7109422g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4142971855741695594</id><published>2011-02-18T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T08:46:24.808-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIA'/><title type='text'>Sobre poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpGoIEuCpSI/TV6iHF756xI/AAAAAAAAA00/1YGYeHp8bEo/s1600/poesia_gif.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpGoIEuCpSI/TV6iHF756xI/AAAAAAAAA00/1YGYeHp8bEo/s320/poesia_gif.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"A poesia nos deve surpreender pelo seu delicado excesso e não porque é diferente. Os versos devem tocar nosso próximo, como se ele tivesse lembrado algo que nas noites dos tempos já conhecia em seu coração. A beleza de um poema não está na capacidade que ele tem de deixar o leitor contente. A poesia é sempre uma surpresa, capaz de nos tirar a respiração por alguns momentos. Ela deve permanecer em nossas vidas como o pôr-do-sol: Algo milagroso e natural ao mesmo tempo." - J. Keats (1795 - 1821) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4142971855741695594?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4142971855741695594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4142971855741695594' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4142971855741695594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4142971855741695594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/02/sobre-poesia.html' title='Sobre poesia'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpGoIEuCpSI/TV6iHF756xI/AAAAAAAAA00/1YGYeHp8bEo/s72-c/poesia_gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4434025826524259994</id><published>2011-01-25T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T13:21:45.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHUVA'/><title type='text'>Segura na mão de Deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TT89iAix5tI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8rxCO-GnlzM/s1600/chuva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TT89iAix5tI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8rxCO-GnlzM/s320/chuva.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se as águas do mar da vida quiserem te afogar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segura na mão de Deus e vai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se as tristezas desta vida quiserem te sufocar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Segura na mão de Deus ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://www.outrasfronteiras.com.br/blog/chuva/"&gt;http://www.outrasfronteiras.com.br/blog/chuva/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4434025826524259994?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4434025826524259994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4434025826524259994' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4434025826524259994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4434025826524259994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/01/segura-na-mao-de-deus.html' title='Segura na mão de Deus'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TT89iAix5tI/AAAAAAAAA0o/8rxCO-GnlzM/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4662870632582669198</id><published>2011-01-14T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:25:02.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>ORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TTBmx0LdJII/AAAAAAAAA0k/b9uMHUEkYPM/s1600/egidinho.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TTBmx0LdJII/AAAAAAAAA0k/b9uMHUEkYPM/s320/egidinho.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fotografia: Egidio Leitão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Reza antes de dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Um sono em paz é a oração daqueles que confiam no amor de Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Reza ao levantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: purple;"&gt;Cada aurora leva-te para mais perto da Luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te preocupes com palavras e fórmulas.Orar é sobretudo ouvir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Há muitas formas de fazer oração.Reza à tua maneira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte: A beleza da Oração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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; Keith McCleallan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4662870632582669198?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4662870632582669198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4662870632582669198' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4662870632582669198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4662870632582669198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2011/01/oracao.html' title='ORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TTBmx0LdJII/AAAAAAAAA0k/b9uMHUEkYPM/s72-c/egidinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2300044631381842187</id><published>2010-12-17T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:42:01.995-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo de perdão'/><title type='text'>DEZEMBRO : TEMPO DE PERDOAR</title><content type='html'>DEZEMBRO É DIFERENTE&lt;br /&gt;trechos do texto de Luiz Marins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Não importa como tenha sido este ano, dezembro é tempo de Natal e de renascer, renasça neste dezembro. Como renascer é “nascer de novo”, dezembro é tempo de perdoar o passado. Perdoe tudo neste dezembro. Comece perdoando a você mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Perdoe seus erros, suas decisões equivocadas, suas falhas, seus amores não correspondidos. Perdoe tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Perdoe!Dezembro é tempo de perdão. Se você não perdoar, não conseguirá renascer, pois dentro de você ainda ficará um resto da velha pessoa que deve morrer para que a outra nasça. E esse outro você, deve nascer criança, leve, sem malícias, sem rancores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Aproveite o embalo e já nasça perdoando por antecedência tudo e todos para entrar no ano novo realmente renascido, novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só que, para poder perdoar, você deve agradecer. Só os agradecidos sabem perdoar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro é tempo de agradecer. Agradeça a todos aqueles a quem deve perdoar. Ou seja, agradeça a todos, sem exceção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro é tempo de gratidão e perdão. Dezembro é diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradecendo e perdoando, você terá o dezembro que merece e verá que este mês tem uma mágica e uma mística que nenhum outro possui. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQvmaSrw3RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/23kWGk5iwiI/s1600/angel-natal-1b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQvmaSrw3RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/23kWGk5iwiI/s320/angel-natal-1b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Só depende de você!&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você pode ler este texto&amp;nbsp;completo&amp;nbsp;aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.anthropos.com.br/"&gt;http://www.anthropos.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: &lt;a href="http://pesponteando.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html"&gt;http://pesponteando.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2300044631381842187?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2300044631381842187/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2300044631381842187' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2300044631381842187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2300044631381842187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/12/dezembro-tempo-de-perdoar.html' title='DEZEMBRO : TEMPO DE PERDOAR'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQvmaSrw3RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/23kWGk5iwiI/s72-c/angel-natal-1b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8426797811305326640</id><published>2010-12-17T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:24:49.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N.Sra Auxiliadora'/><title type='text'>Oração a Nossa Senhora Auxiliadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oração&amp;nbsp;a Nossa Senhora Auxiliadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;composta por São João Bosco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQACGx9fdiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/OfOxPcNi6GU/s1600/auxiliadora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQACGx9fdiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/OfOxPcNi6GU/s320/auxiliadora.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Ó Maria, Virgem poderosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, grande e ilustre defensora da Igreja,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, Auxílio maravilhoso dos cristãos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, terrível como exército ordenado em batalha,&lt;br /&gt;Tu, que, só, destruíste toda heresia em todo o mundo: nas nossas angústias, nas nossas lutas, nas nossas aflições, defende-nos do inimigo; e na hora da morte, acolhe a nossa alma no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;Sou ex- aluna salesiana, estudei no colégio das irmãs do Jardim da Infância até o terceiro ano do cientifico ( como chamavamos..rss).&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro me trouxe um belo presente, o reencontro com amigas queridas que estudaram comigo no colégio Juvenal de Carvalho, foi muito especial !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8426797811305326640?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8426797811305326640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8426797811305326640' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8426797811305326640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8426797811305326640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/12/sou-ex-aluna-das-irmas-salesianas.html' title='Oração a Nossa Senhora Auxiliadora'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TQACGx9fdiI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/OfOxPcNi6GU/s72-c/auxiliadora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5277027456179006733</id><published>2010-11-23T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:08:07.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madre Teresa de Calcutá'/><title type='text'>AMIGOS SÃO ESPECIAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o seu eco é infindável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TOxIrR3lhcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/aAL-Vi3zngc/s1600/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TOxIrR3lhcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/aAL-Vi3zngc/s1600/outono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagem : retirada da internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5277027456179006733?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5277027456179006733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5277027456179006733' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5277027456179006733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5277027456179006733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/11/amigos-sao-especiais.html' title='AMIGOS SÃO ESPECIAIS'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TOxIrR3lhcI/AAAAAAAAA0U/aAL-Vi3zngc/s72-c/outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2263226033625631759</id><published>2010-10-30T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:26:08.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stael gontijo'/><title type='text'>Dica de leitura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzPpuiqXMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZoKvQTJ8oGY/s1600/Coragem_que_vem_de_dentro2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzPpuiqXMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZoKvQTJ8oGY/s1600/Coragem_que_vem_de_dentro2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinopse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Segundo o dicionário, a palavra superar significa “obter vitória ou domínio sobre algo ou alguém”; e também “livrar-se de; dar solução a; afastar, remover”. Significados que definem exatamente a história de vida de pessoas, homens e mulheres, que sofreram grandes perdas e traumas e fizeram dessas experiências reflexos de sabedoria. Venceram seus traumas, livraram-se de seus problemas e tornaram-se exemplos de superação e de lição de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em A coragem que vem de dentro, a escritora e jornalista Staël Gontijo conta a história de dez pessoas, mostrando aquilo por que cada uma passou, como deu a volta por cima e alçou voo, para muitos, inimaginável. Com muita perseverança, lições de solidariedade e, acima de tudo, muita coragem, elas superaram adversidades, modificaram o próprio curso e hoje auxiliam o próximo a vencer desafios semelhantes aos seus. Provaram que é possível vencer, independentemente de quaisquer obstáculos. Entre perda familiar, preconceito, deficiência física, acidente, síndrome, albinismo e transformações, os relatos dos personagens oferecem ao leitor um convite à reflexão sobre a vida, sobre nós e sobre a coragem que vem de dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:http://www.autenticaeditora.com.br/gutenberg/589 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;************************ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma leitura inspiradora !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2263226033625631759?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2263226033625631759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2263226033625631759' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2263226033625631759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2263226033625631759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/10/dica-de-leitura.html' title='Dica de leitura'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzPpuiqXMI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZoKvQTJ8oGY/s72-c/Coragem_que_vem_de_dentro2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8578999121147417204</id><published>2010-10-30T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T19:07:21.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gibran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartas de amor'/><title type='text'>Cartas de amor - Gibran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzN6qJ2HxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MJTZl3J89AE/s1600/imagesCAA7LJLJ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzN6qJ2HxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MJTZl3J89AE/s200/imagesCAA7LJLJ.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzN-YA2H-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Jkn8TjyNQoY/s1600/imagesCAY5UXON.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzN-YA2H-I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Jkn8TjyNQoY/s200/imagesCAY5UXON.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzNS7GZmCI/AAAAAAAAAz8/EMP0Kk0mnL0/s1600/gibran_gravure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzNS7GZmCI/AAAAAAAAAz8/EMP0Kk0mnL0/s1600/gibran_gravure.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;18/4/1915&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;Os dois dias em que estivemos juntos foram magníficos. Quando falamos sobre o passado, sempre tornamos mais real o presente e o futuro. Por muitos anos, tive pavor de olhar aquilo que vivi, e sofri em silêncio. Hoje entendi que o silêncio nos faz sofrer mais profundamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas você me faz conversar, e eu descubro as coisas empoeiradas que se escondiam na minha alma, e então posso arrancá-las dali"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do livro "Cartas de amor de Gibran"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse livro fascinante contém a correspondência amorosa de Gibran com Mary Haskell, uma americana dez anos mais velha que ele. Tudo indica que Mary, apesar de grande amiga, jamais aceitou qualquer relação além de um amor platônico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fonte:http://www.starnews2001.com.br/kahlil/cartas.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8578999121147417204?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8578999121147417204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8578999121147417204' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8578999121147417204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8578999121147417204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/10/cartas-de-amor-gibran.html' title='Cartas de amor - Gibran'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TMzN6qJ2HxI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MJTZl3J89AE/s72-c/imagesCAA7LJLJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6036917996095730677</id><published>2010-10-14T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T11:09:10.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>Oração ao Padre Pio pelos enfermos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Santo Pai Pio, já que durante vossa vida terrena mostrastes um grande amor pelos enfermos e aflitos, escutai nossos rogos e intercedei ante nosso Pai Misericordioso pelos que sofrem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Assiste desde o céu a todos os enfermos do mundo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;sustenta a quem tem perdido toda esperança de cura; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;consola a quem grita ou chora por suas tremendas dores; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;protege a quem não pode ser atendido ou ser medicado por falta de recursos materiais ou ignorância; alenta a quem não pode repousar porque deve trabalhar; &lt;/div&gt;vigilia a quem busca na cama uma posição menos dolorosa; &lt;br /&gt;acompanha a quem vê que a enfermedade frustra seus projetos; &lt;br /&gt;ilumina a quem passa uma "noite escura" e se desespera; &lt;br /&gt;cura os membros e músculos que tem perdido mobilidade; &lt;br /&gt;ilumina a quem vê balançar sua fé e se sente atacado por duvidas que o atormentam; &lt;br /&gt;apazigua a quem se impacienta vendo que não melhora; &lt;br /&gt;acalma a quem se estremece por dores e espasmos; &lt;br /&gt;concede paciência, humildade e constancia a quem se reabilita; &lt;br /&gt;devolve a paz e a alegria a quem se enche de angustia; &lt;br /&gt;diminui os padecimentos dos mais fracos e anciãos; &lt;br /&gt;vela junto ao leito dos que perderam a razão; &lt;br /&gt;guia os moribundos a felicidade eterna; &lt;br /&gt;conduz aos que mais necessitam ao encontro com Deus; &lt;br /&gt;abençoa abundantemente a quem os assiste em sua dor, os console em sua angustia e os proteja com caridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Amém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TLb-4S_DPVI/AAAAAAAAAzw/W6rEiTY1JfI/s1600/padrepio10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TLb-4S_DPVI/AAAAAAAAAzw/W6rEiTY1JfI/s1600/padrepio10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-6036917996095730677?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6036917996095730677/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6036917996095730677' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6036917996095730677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6036917996095730677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/10/oracao-ao-padre-pio-pelos-enfermos.html' title='Oração ao Padre Pio pelos enfermos'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TLb-4S_DPVI/AAAAAAAAAzw/W6rEiTY1JfI/s72-c/padrepio10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-451900859688189112</id><published>2010-10-01T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T20:26:11.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azul'/><title type='text'>Bom final de semana!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TKaBQm8BVyI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-GpLH9TdE-g/s320/6a00e5504d31c888330133f3807e33970b-pi.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O azul claro e o azul-celeste nos fazem sentir calmos e protegidos de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;o alvoroço das atividades do dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem não gostaria de relaxar admirando esse mar tão azul ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos um final de semana abençoado e muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Votem bem, do nosso voto depende o futuro do nosso País!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que venham dias azuis!!!&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/3324480971052045047-451900859688189112?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/451900859688189112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=451900859688189112' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/451900859688189112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/451900859688189112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/10/bom-final-de-semana.html' title='Bom final de semana!!!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TKaBQm8BVyI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-GpLH9TdE-g/s72-c/6a00e5504d31c888330133f3807e33970b-pi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5015665076256800811</id><published>2010-09-18T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T18:41:20.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><title type='text'>Paz !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crie Paz nos seus relacionamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não viva para provar que você está certo e o outro errado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem tem amor no coração não julga os outros,não deprecia o próximo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Certo ou errado são somente formas de se olhar a mesma coisa por lados diferentes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando você entende o outro, começa a compreender a si mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quado abre o coração para alguem, conhece o melhor de você.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TJVpt_ENyYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7g5aK57Fl6o/s1600/291papo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TJVpt_ENyYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7g5aK57Fl6o/s320/291papo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando presta atenção as palavras do outro, você começa a escutar a voz do seu coração&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roberto Shinyashki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivendo e Aprendendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagem - desconheço a autoria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5015665076256800811?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5015665076256800811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5015665076256800811' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5015665076256800811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5015665076256800811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/09/paz.html' title='Paz !'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TJVpt_ENyYI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7g5aK57Fl6o/s72-c/291papo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-140018512437212437</id><published>2010-09-05T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T08:39:23.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='italia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Dica de filme : Cartas para Julieta</title><content type='html'>Sophie (Amanda Seyfried) é uma aspirante a escritora e juntamente com noivo Victor (Gael García Bernal), que sonha em ter seu próprio restaurante, viaja para a Itália. Em Verona, onde se passou a história de Romeu e Julieta, local perfeito para uma lua de mel antecipada, Sophie acaba percebendo que seu noivo está mais interessado nos fornecedores para seu restaurante do que nela. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO3EWD6S4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/xh0xcLkD8GA/s1600/cartas-para-julieta-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO3EWD6S4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/xh0xcLkD8GA/s320/cartas-para-julieta-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É neste local que ela descobre um grupo de pessoas ( as secretárias de Julieta)&amp;nbsp;que costuma responder às cartas - deixadas num muro - daqueles em busca de conselhos sobre o amor. Sophie junta-se ao&amp;nbsp;grupo e então responde a uma dessas cartas, datada de 1951, o que acaba inspirando a autora a viajar para a Itália em busca daquele que sempre foi sua verdadeira paixão. Claire Smith (Vanessa Redgrave) ouve o conselho dado na resposta e vai procurar Lorenzo por quem se apaixonou na juventude. Mas existem muitos italianos com o mesmo nome e Sophie mostra interesse em ajudá-la na tarefa, desagradando o neto Charlie (Christopher Egan) que já tinha reprovado essa louca aventura da avó viúva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO3zV1A3mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lH_Qr1G-1_c/s1600/cartas-para-julieta_as-secretarias-de-julieta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO3zV1A3mI/AAAAAAAAAzI/lH_Qr1G-1_c/s320/cartas-para-julieta_as-secretarias-de-julieta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Elenco: Amanda Seyfried, Vanessa Redgrave, Gael García Bernal, Christopher Egan, Franco Nero, Lidia Biondi, Milena Vukotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direção: Gary Winick &lt;br /&gt;Gênero: Romance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;**************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse filme é encantador, recomendo para todos os românticos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abraços e uma semana abençoada e feliz para todos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO5eRJYUEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kmCfamD08hk/s1600/cartas-para-julieta_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO5eRJYUEI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/kmCfamD08hk/s320/cartas-para-julieta_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-140018512437212437?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/140018512437212437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=140018512437212437' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/140018512437212437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/140018512437212437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/09/dica-de-filme-cartas-para-julieta.html' title='Dica de filme : Cartas para Julieta'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TIO3EWD6S4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/xh0xcLkD8GA/s72-c/cartas-para-julieta-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3689745135341947768</id><published>2010-08-15T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T18:56:47.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><title type='text'>A alma é uma borboleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A alma é uma borboleta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;há um instante em que uma voz nos diz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que chegou o momento de uma grande metamorfose..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TGiafpfSgPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UfgNJUSX0-A/s1600/borboleta%2520e%2520flor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TGiafpfSgPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UfgNJUSX0-A/s320/borboleta%2520e%2520flor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( Estou me sentindo num desses momentos...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagem : retirada da internet&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/3324480971052045047-3689745135341947768?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3689745135341947768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3689745135341947768' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3689745135341947768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3689745135341947768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/08/alma-e-uma-borboleta.html' title='A alma é uma borboleta'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TGiafpfSgPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/UfgNJUSX0-A/s72-c/borboleta%2520e%2520flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8370679399132388279</id><published>2010-07-30T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:38:48.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toscana'/><title type='text'>Toscana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Belas imagens da Toscana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Se podemos sonhar, também podemos tornar nossos sonhos realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TEpva8ucYfI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8MyEYRZf2IY/s1600/Ykarelic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TEpva8ucYfI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8MyEYRZf2IY/s320/Ykarelic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas o seu eco é infindável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Imagem : Yair Karelic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2116703470071696169ElbDQc"&gt;http://travel.webshots.com/photo/2116703470071696169ElbDQc&lt;/a&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/3324480971052045047-7789816428054352743?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7789816428054352743/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7789816428054352743' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7789816428054352743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7789816428054352743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/07/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TEpva8ucYfI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8MyEYRZf2IY/s72-c/Ykarelic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6856425741973791173</id><published>2010-07-07T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:31:03.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmanuel'/><title type='text'>Lembra-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC5hs0j6s3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uZhFgGiy8uQ/s1600/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC5hs0j6s3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uZhFgGiy8uQ/s320/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembra-te de que um sorriso de confiança, uma prece de ternura, uma frase de bom ânimo, um gesto de solidariedade e um minuto de paz não têm preço na Terra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3324480971052045047-6856425741973791173?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6856425741973791173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6856425741973791173' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6856425741973791173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6856425741973791173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/07/lembra-te.html' title='Lembra-te'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC5hs0j6s3I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uZhFgGiy8uQ/s72-c/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5408069113260564867</id><published>2010-07-01T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:58:57.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emerson'/><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC1cfiBxVlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/1l4Damz_7CQ/s1600/orchidea-119.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC1cfiBxVlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/1l4Damz_7CQ/s200/orchidea-119.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julgamos a sabedoria de um homem por sua esperança.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Ralph Waldo Emerson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5408069113260564867?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5408069113260564867/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5408069113260564867' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5408069113260564867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5408069113260564867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/07/esperanca.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TC1cfiBxVlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/1l4Damz_7CQ/s72-c/orchidea-119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4284095137636875458</id><published>2010-07-01T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:40:11.096-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Benja'/><title type='text'>Pedimos-Te</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos-Te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCwKBnuHnNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7kOu-esmXmk/s1600/saofrancisco1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCwKBnuHnNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7kOu-esmXmk/s320/saofrancisco1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Grande Artífice da verdade!...&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estamos nesta casa do teu coração, como sermos penitentes em busca da perfeição, e queremos encontrar os meios, que nos fogem da razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te a paz&lt;/strong&gt;, Senhor, mas que ela não nos venha com a feição da preguiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te a luz&lt;/strong&gt;, mas não permitas, Senhor, que ela nos leve a cruzar os braços nos confortos das claridades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, Senhor, a que nos ajude a perdoar&lt;/strong&gt;, sem nos afastar daqueles que, por vezes, nos ofenderam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, Grande Força do Universo, Amor&lt;/strong&gt;, mas muito amor, sem que ele exija algo de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, Senhor, que nos de o pão de cada dia&lt;/strong&gt;, sem que este pão nos leve ao egoísmo, e que possamos reparti-lo com os que tem fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, Senhor, consolação&lt;/strong&gt;, porém, que nos ajudes também a consolar os tristes e os desesperados, todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, meu Deus, Deus nosso, que a saúde se instale em nós&lt;/strong&gt;, mas que não nos esqueçamos de ajudar os enfermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te, Senhor, o teto,&lt;/strong&gt; mas, ajuda-nos a abrir as nossas portas aos desabrigados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedimos - Te a Tua companhia permanente&lt;/strong&gt;, todavia, ajuda-nos a acompanhar os deserdados, os órfãos, os atormentados, os viciados, os criminosos, os famintos da Tua Luz, porque sabemos que, sem este convívio, de nada nos valer pedir-Te o que almejamos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus, abençoa a nossa razão e clareia o nossos sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt;, no afã de sentirmos a luz da Verdade e multiplicá-la pela presença dos nossos exemplos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Santíssima, seja a nossa luz para que o Amor brilhe dentro de nós como o Sol da vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abençoa nós todos, os nossos familiares, a humanidade inteira, os pássaros, os peixes, os animais e a Terra em que vivemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;São Francisco de Assis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************************************************************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Dedico este post a Benja, com carinho pelo seu aniversário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #990000; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero apanhar a estrela mais bela, embrulhar num pacote de sonhos e enviar-lhe pelas mãos de um anjo. Toda a alegria do mundo para você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; (Texto - Sérgio J. de Souza)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4284095137636875458?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4284095137636875458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4284095137636875458' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4284095137636875458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4284095137636875458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/pedimos-te.html' title='Pedimos-Te'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCwKBnuHnNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7kOu-esmXmk/s72-c/saofrancisco1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1826113381760226232</id><published>2010-06-22T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:52:06.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copa 2010'/><title type='text'>Brasil e Portugal jogam na sexta feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCFVoVrO2mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/85PlA_nEZD0/s1600/selecao-brasileira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCFVoVrO2mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/85PlA_nEZD0/s320/selecao-brasileira.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCFWXSkdIfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/pglr4p4IrNk/s1600/bandeira-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCFWXSkdIfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/pglr4p4IrNk/s320/bandeira-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O técnico Luiz Felipe Scolari&amp;nbsp; em entrevista a ao jornal lusitano 'A Bola', disse que, apesar de brasileiro, está com o coração dividido em relação à disputa do Grupo G:&lt;br /&gt;-Torço para que ambos se classifiquem. Se o Brasil já tiver passado, como espero, vou torcer para Portugal. Mas também ninguém pode me levar a mal se eu só torcer pelo meu país em outra circunstância. Ainda assim, vou ficar dividido. Sou brasileiro, mas tenho Portugal no coração", disse Felipão, referindo-se a chave de Brasil, Portugal, Costa do Marfim e Coreia do Norte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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; *********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Eu confesso que&amp;nbsp;também estou com o coração dividido, pois sou brasileira e meu noivo é&amp;nbsp;português e louco por futebol. &lt;br /&gt;De uma coisa tenho certeza vai ser um jogo maravilhoso!!! &lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte Brasil! &lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte Portugal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-1826113381760226232?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1826113381760226232/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1826113381760226232' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1826113381760226232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1826113381760226232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/brasil-e-portugal-jogam-na-sexta-feira.html' title='Brasil e Portugal jogam na sexta feira'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TCFVoVrO2mI/AAAAAAAAAxI/85PlA_nEZD0/s72-c/selecao-brasileira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3109921174977112961</id><published>2010-06-19T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T07:58:48.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jose Saramago'/><title type='text'>Jose Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBzKLayIOsI/AAAAAAAAAww/CWHyKIF6ujE/s1600/200px-Josesaramago-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBzKLayIOsI/AAAAAAAAAww/CWHyKIF6ujE/s320/200px-Josesaramago-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesta sexta-feira, dia 18 de junho, faleceu, aos 87 anos de idade, o escritor português José Saramago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Grande&amp;nbsp;escritor, argumentista, jornalista, dramaturgo, contista, romancista e poeta português.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vencedor do Prêmio&amp;nbsp;Nobel de Literatura de 1998. Também ganhou o Prémio Camões em 1995, o mais importante prémio literário da língua portuguesa. Saramago foi considerado o responsável pelo efetivo reconhecimento internacional da prosa em língua portuguesa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;" Começar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt; a ler foi para mim como entrar num bosque pela primeira vez e encontrar-me, de repente, com todas as árvores, todas as flores,todos os pássaros"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"Nada é para sempre, dizemos, mas há momentos que parecem ficar suspensos, pairando sobre o fluir inexorável do tempo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;José de Sousa Saramago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Azinhaga,Golegã Portugal&amp;nbsp;16/11/1922 -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lanzarote,Espanha 18/06/2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3109921174977112961?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3109921174977112961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3109921174977112961' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3109921174977112961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3109921174977112961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago.html' title='Jose Saramago'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBzKLayIOsI/AAAAAAAAAww/CWHyKIF6ujE/s72-c/200px-Josesaramago-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2231281378444284207</id><published>2010-06-15T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:57:43.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusto Cury'/><title type='text'>Para refletir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBg9PNljQwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X2IGiJG9MV4/s1600/florpesseegueiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBg9PNljQwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X2IGiJG9MV4/s320/florpesseegueiro.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar a outra face é um símbolo de maturidade e força interior. Não se refere à face física, mas à psíquica. Dar a outra face é procurar fazer o bem para quem nos decepciona, é ter elegância para elogiar quem nos difama, altruísmo para ser gentil com quem nos aborrece. É sair silenciosamente e sem estardalhaço da linha de fogo dos que nos agridem. Dar a outra face previne homicídios, traumas, cicatrizes impagáveis. Os fracos se vingam, os fortes se protegem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Livro O vendedor de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/em&gt;&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/3324480971052045047-2231281378444284207?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2231281378444284207/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2231281378444284207' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2231281378444284207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2231281378444284207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TBg9PNljQwI/AAAAAAAAAwo/X2IGiJG9MV4/s72-c/florpesseegueiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7928873518381916766</id><published>2010-06-03T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:39:16.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='copa 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea bocelli'/><title type='text'>ANDREA BOCELLI NA AFRICA DO SUL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAgEoi7mlVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xfW9Ch9iWpo/s1600/yende.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAgEoi7mlVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xfW9Ch9iWpo/s320/yende.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAgC6RiinrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/10pemtZrY8Y/s1600/boceli.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAgC6RiinrI/AAAAAAAAAwY/10pemtZrY8Y/s400/boceli.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O tenor italiano &lt;strong&gt;Andrea Bocelli &lt;/strong&gt;vaiparticipar do show de encerramento da Copa do Mundo da África do Sul. Bocelli será acompanhado no palco por Bryan Adams e pela soprano sul-africano Pretty Yende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O evento será realizado em Joanesburgo no dia 9 de julho, dois dias antes da final da competição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7928873518381916766?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7928873518381916766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7928873518381916766' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7928873518381916766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7928873518381916766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/andrea-bocelli-na-africa-do-sul.html' title='ANDREA BOCELLI NA AFRICA DO SUL'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAgEoi7mlVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/xfW9Ch9iWpo/s72-c/yende.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2938189527605727179</id><published>2010-06-03T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T12:08:36.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saint Exupery'/><title type='text'>Citando Saint Exupery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAf6b03f3nI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qPvlOWvQemE/s1600/rose_by_Ruth_Yang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAf6b03f3nI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qPvlOWvQemE/s320/rose_by_Ruth_Yang.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Os homens cultivam cinco mil rosas num mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;jardim e não encontram o que procuram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, no entanto, o que eles buscam poderia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ser achado numa só rosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antoine Saint Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O verdadeiro amor nunca se desgasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quanto mais se dá mais se tem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antoine Saint Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2938189527605727179?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2938189527605727179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2938189527605727179' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2938189527605727179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2938189527605727179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/06/citando-saint-exupery.html' title='Citando Saint Exupery'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/TAf6b03f3nI/AAAAAAAAAwA/qPvlOWvQemE/s72-c/rose_by_Ruth_Yang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8763988507831242735</id><published>2010-05-22T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T07:02:10.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hachi'/><title type='text'>Sempre ao seu lado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_fd4fCHfAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/klYd0mWP280/s1600/Hichiko-Gere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="269" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_fd4fCHfAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/klYd0mWP280/s320/Hichiko-Gere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Muitas vezes, pergunto a mim mesmo onde estão as fronteiras entre o homem e os animais, cujo coração ignora a linguagem falada. &lt;br /&gt;Onde, em primitivo paraíso, na remota manhã da criação havia o simples caminho através do qual se visitavam seus corações? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sinais das pisadas não foram apagados, embora tenha sido há muito esquecido o parentesco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas, de repente, sob a forma de música silenciosa, desperta a memória sombria e o animal olha a face humana com ternura e confiança e o homem olha nos olhos do bicho, afetuoso e satisfeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que os dois amigos mascarados conhecem-se vagamente um ao outro, através do disfarce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(Rabindranath Tagore in O Jardineiro) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;fonte: &lt;a href="http://lotusflorescente.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lotusflorescente.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Imagens: internet&amp;nbsp; - fotos divulgação do filme " Hachi" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;****************************************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aproveito para recomendar que assistam&amp;nbsp; esse lindo filme:&lt;strong&gt; “Sempre ao seu lado”&lt;/strong&gt; conta uma história linda de amor e fidelidade, de um cão Akita, chamado Hachi e de seu dono, um professor de música, estrelado por Richard Gere. Hachi é encontrado perdido em uma estação de trem por Parker (Richard Gere), ambos se identificam rapidamente e nasce entre eles um profundo laço de lealdade.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O filme é baseado em fatos reais e aconteceu no Japão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje a história de Hachiko é uma lenda no país e uma estátua do cão foi construída na Estação de Trem. Para os japoneses, tornou-se um símbolo de fidelidade&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_fev0v155I/AAAAAAAAAv4/Yh--4iCBQ8E/s1600/Sempre_ao_Seu_Lado%5B12%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_fev0v155I/AAAAAAAAAv4/Yh--4iCBQ8E/s320/Sempre_ao_Seu_Lado%5B12%5D.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8763988507831242735?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8763988507831242735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8763988507831242735' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8763988507831242735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8763988507831242735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/sempre-ao-seu-lado.html' title='Sempre ao seu lado'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_fd4fCHfAI/AAAAAAAAAvw/klYd0mWP280/s72-c/Hichiko-Gere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5041349520455755783</id><published>2010-05-17T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T17:30:25.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='branco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogagem coletiva'/><title type='text'>Branco : Símbolo da paz e da pureza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a cor mais protetora,&amp;nbsp; transmite a sensação de paz , alivia, ajuda a clarear as emoções, os pensamentos e o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A mais pura das cores, e também a junção de todas as outras cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_B8vmu1LfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NXcDgkXNKyo/s1600/2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_B8vmu1LfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NXcDgkXNKyo/s320/2010.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, 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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Selecionei algumas imagens&amp;nbsp;que mostram o lindo efeito da cor &amp;nbsp;branca na decoração, vejam que lindos ambientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_B88n8UeaI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xq6Z0m3AWa8/s1600/3850702445_a58151e744.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_B88n8UeaI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xq6Z0m3AWa8/s200/3850702445_a58151e744.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_Mrpl0F2NI/AAAAAAAAAvA/M-1U38sM988/s1600/lindooo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_Mrpl0F2NI/AAAAAAAAAvA/M-1U38sM988/s320/lindooo.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Observem como o branco se harmoniza com todas as cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O branco inspira o despertar da espiritualidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Na igreja católica os sacramentos são todos recebidos associados a essa cor,pois usamos branco nos batizados, na primeira comunhão, crisma e casamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MwHZhfk2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/roAQUc-0-Z0/s1600/batismo7-400x268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MwHZhfk2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/roAQUc-0-Z0/s320/batismo7-400x268.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MwNgVySII/AAAAAAAAAvg/F5LO4PQ2X3Y/s1600/noiva.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MwNgVySII/AAAAAAAAAvg/F5LO4PQ2X3Y/s320/noiva.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Todos que visitam meu blog sabem que eu sou super fã do Andrea Bocelli e então para encerrar este post uma bela fotografia dele , que foi usada na publicidade do&amp;nbsp; maravilhoso DVD/CD do Natal de 2009 - My Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_Msg_h1wiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/38Edzs_9aLA/s1600/41g9UX98XOL__SS400_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_Msg_h1wiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/38Edzs_9aLA/s320/41g9UX98XOL__SS400_.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MtGXv77aI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/n5ndg5xfzEs/s1600/51Dp9OsLT5L__SS400_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_MtGXv77aI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/n5ndg5xfzEs/s320/51Dp9OsLT5L__SS400_.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que a serenidade e a paz associadas a esta cor estejam com vocês em cada dia dessa semana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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/3324480971052045047-5041349520455755783?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5041349520455755783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5041349520455755783' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5041349520455755783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5041349520455755783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/branco-simbolo-da-paz-e-da-pureza.html' title='Branco : Símbolo da paz e da pureza!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S_B8vmu1LfI/AAAAAAAAAuw/NXcDgkXNKyo/s72-c/2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3622379868230723287</id><published>2010-05-14T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:34:55.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmanuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fé'/><title type='text'>Por onde sigo, sigo com Deus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4i2GsJZFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/aJEMT7tqzv4/s1600/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4i2GsJZFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/aJEMT7tqzv4/s320/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Em todo instante, confio em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No que faço, penso em Deus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Com quem vivo, amo a Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por onde sigo, sigo com Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No que acontece, Deus faz o melhor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo o que tenho, é bênção de Deus."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3324480971052045047-3622379868230723287?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3622379868230723287/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3622379868230723287' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3622379868230723287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3622379868230723287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-onde-sigo-sigo-com-deus.html' title='Por onde sigo, sigo com Deus.'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4i2GsJZFI/AAAAAAAAAuo/aJEMT7tqzv4/s72-c/!cid_000801c748ba%249c467a90%240ebdfea9%40ricardo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-392505253668390897</id><published>2010-05-14T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:16:41.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fé'/><title type='text'>O poder da oração !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4a92m2v9I/AAAAAAAAAug/DjMuis-qHvs/s1600/Iraqi_Christians_Pray_Rosary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4a92m2v9I/AAAAAAAAAug/DjMuis-qHvs/s320/Iraqi_Christians_Pray_Rosary.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fé é a certeza de coisas que se esperam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a convicção de fatos que não se vêem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/3324480971052045047-392505253668390897?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/392505253668390897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=392505253668390897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/392505253668390897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/392505253668390897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-poder-da-oracao.html' title='O poder da oração !'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-4a92m2v9I/AAAAAAAAAug/DjMuis-qHvs/s72-c/Iraqi_Christians_Pray_Rosary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6170444550387152943</id><published>2010-05-10T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:39:36.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogagem colorida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verde'/><title type='text'>Colorindo a vida : VERDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A cor verde em alguns dos seus maravilhosos tons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n-UkZBXtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/la-44Uy7UCs/s1600/180px-Green_Color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n-UkZBXtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/la-44Uy7UCs/s320/180px-Green_Color.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verde que te quero verde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n7Pt1ccdI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Pe9C9VXwF6I/s1600/63805846_1-Imagemns-de-COMPRO-CASAIS-DE-PERIQUITOS-JA-SEXADOS-COM-PELO-MENOS-UMA-CRIAcAO-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n7Pt1ccdI/AAAAAAAAAuA/Pe9C9VXwF6I/s320/63805846_1-Imagemns-de-COMPRO-CASAIS-DE-PERIQUITOS-JA-SEXADOS-COM-PELO-MENOS-UMA-CRIAcAO-.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O verde traz crescimento, desenvolvimento, abundância, prosperidade, calma, esperança, paz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; verde tem uma forte afinidade com a natureza e nos conecta com ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n77lSKMgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/TZ-sgd8cWGs/s1600/627805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n77lSKMgI/AAAAAAAAAuI/TZ-sgd8cWGs/s320/627805.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Foto: Manuel Carreiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É a cor que procuramos instintivamente quando estamos precisando relaxar,&amp;nbsp; pois esta cor nos traz um sentimento de&amp;nbsp;calma e paz interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-oFKHeppCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5bwyBll3GMM/s1600/10243limao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-oFKHeppCI/AAAAAAAAAuY/5bwyBll3GMM/s200/10243limao.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos uma semana abençoada, produtiva e muito feliz!&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/3324480971052045047-6170444550387152943?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6170444550387152943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6170444550387152943' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6170444550387152943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6170444550387152943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/colorindo-vida-verde.html' title='Colorindo a vida : VERDE'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-n-UkZBXtI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/la-44Uy7UCs/s72-c/180px-Green_Color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2661486006153098837</id><published>2010-05-08T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:29:07.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mãe'/><title type='text'>Feliz dia das mães!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-Y09l5crvI/AAAAAAAAAto/tT6_v8Sf0iU/s1600/nyari-virag-030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-Y09l5crvI/AAAAAAAAAto/tT6_v8Sf0iU/s320/nyari-virag-030.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Amor da mãe pode ser traduzido &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em uma palavra: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;doação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falar desse sentimento é entender que ele &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é a mais completa forma de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um amor que se doa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;coloca em primeiro plano o bem-estar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a segurança de um outro ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que Deus abençoe todas as mães!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;********************************************************************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia das mães no mundo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º domingo de maio – Estados Unidos, Brasil, Dinamarca, Finlândia, Japão, Turquia, Itália, Austrália e Bélgica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º domingo de fevereiro – Noruega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º domingo de outubro – Argentina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º dia da primavera – Líbano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º domingo de maio - Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 de maio – México&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 de dezembro – Espanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Último domingo de maio – Suécia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4º domingo da Quaresma – Inglaterra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2661486006153098837?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2661486006153098837/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2661486006153098837' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2661486006153098837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2661486006153098837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/feliz-dia-das-maes.html' title='Feliz dia das mães!!!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S-Y09l5crvI/AAAAAAAAAto/tT6_v8Sf0iU/s72-c/nyari-virag-030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4375233510986222994</id><published>2010-05-03T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:14:06.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alaranjado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogagem coletiva'/><title type='text'>Cor: Alaranjado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95JpOPyOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zUIi_PnG0aU/s1600/floeres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95JpOPyOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zUIi_PnG0aU/s320/floeres.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A blogagem coletiva : " Colorindo a vida "&amp;nbsp; foi idealizada pela Glorinha do blog &amp;nbsp;Café com Bolo,&amp;nbsp;esta semana a cor é o alaranjado e suas nuances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fui pesquisar e descobri que&amp;nbsp;o laranja é acolhedor, estimulante. É a cor da felicidade,do otimismo,&amp;nbsp;equilíbrio emocional, entusiasmo e senso de comunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Para ilustrar esse post selecionei algumas imagens que transmitem toda a beleza e energia dessa bela cor :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95UZdf72jI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/D7i6D2lXjEw/s1600/caquis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95UZdf72jI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/D7i6D2lXjEw/s200/caquis.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95K2AVgmdI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0DCl2ppFzII/s1600/caju.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95K2AVgmdI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0DCl2ppFzII/s200/caju.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95K7spFifI/AAAAAAAAAso/ezqNYZxakjQ/s1600/tangerinas_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95K7spFifI/AAAAAAAAAso/ezqNYZxakjQ/s200/tangerinas_1.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Algumas das frutas que mais gosto são dessa cor : Caju,&amp;nbsp;Mamão, manga,&amp;nbsp;, laranja, tangerina,&amp;nbsp;e o caqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95LjbYodsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y8893gM9E2g/s1600/outono35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95LjbYodsI/AAAAAAAAAsw/Y8893gM9E2g/s200/outono35.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95MRCSH_FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5BAzKN-gvuk/s1600/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95MRCSH_FI/AAAAAAAAAs4/5BAzKN-gvuk/s200/outono.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As lindas imagens do&amp;nbsp; Outuno são todas em tons de laranja, pois é essa &amp;nbsp;a coloração das folhagem das arvores que&amp;nbsp; nos encantam com seu colorido surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95XNZRSprI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IkbH1slBUgo/s1600/laranja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95XNZRSprI/AAAAAAAAAtY/IkbH1slBUgo/s200/laranja.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Essa cor traz as "bênçãos da vida ": boa saúde, vitalidade, criatividade e alegria, assim como confiança, coragem, animação, espontaneidade e atitude positiva frente à vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95Y9qgkp3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/PlNK2CR_qow/s1600/Imagem+165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95Y9qgkp3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/PlNK2CR_qow/s200/Imagem+165.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O Estádio Municipal de Aveiro ou Estádio Municipal Mário Duarte, foi um dos 10 estádios usados durante o Euro 2004 em Portugal.É um belo Estádio, todo colorido , nesta foto&amp;nbsp; tirada em 2008 , eu e Manuel estamos bem na entrada laranja e assim que pensei em participar desta blogagem coletiva, selecionei esta foto que me traz boas recordações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para finalizar desejo a todos uma semana abençoada e muito feliz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Com todas as boas vibrações que essa cor nos traz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Marilac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Imagens : retiradas de diversos sites da internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funcap.ce.gov.br/"&gt;http://www.funcap.ce.gov.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cincoquartosdelaranja.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cincoquartosdelaranja.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://casarei.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://casarei.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4375233510986222994?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4375233510986222994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4375233510986222994' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4375233510986222994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4375233510986222994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/05/cor-alaranjado.html' title='Cor: Alaranjado'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S95JpOPyOCI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zUIi_PnG0aU/s72-c/floeres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2784440056647074433</id><published>2010-04-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:34:57.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubem Alves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saudades'/><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A saudade é o bolso onde a alma guarda aquilo que ela provou e aprovou. Aprovadas foram as experiências que deram alegria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O que valeu a pena está destinado à eternidade. A saudade é o rosto da eternidade refletido no rio do tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S80P4vy0YjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TT_y1ONwPHE/s1600/DSC03470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S80P4vy0YjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TT_y1ONwPHE/s320/DSC03470.jpg" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dei-me conta, com uma intensidade incomum, da coisa rara que é a amizade. E, no entanto, é a coisa mais alegre que a vida nos dá. A beleza da poesia, da musica, da natureza, as delicias da boa comida e da bebida perdem o gosto e ficam meio tristes quando não temos um amigo com quem compartilhá-lhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O encontro acontecera de repente, mas era como se já tivessem sido amigos a vida inteira. A experiência da amizade parece ter suas raízes fora do tempo, na eternidade. Um amigo é alguém com quem estivemos desde sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Diante do amigo sabemos que não estamos só. E alegria maior não pode &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Citações : &lt;strong&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia: Praia Vermelha - Fábio Barros &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Dedico esse post aos queridos Benja , Rose, Carol,Gilka, Ana Luiza, Ana Jácomo e Andrea&amp;nbsp;que me&amp;nbsp;receberam com tanto carinho no Rio de Janeiro em&amp;nbsp;Abril de 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/3324480971052045047-2784440056647074433?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2784440056647074433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2784440056647074433' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2784440056647074433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2784440056647074433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/04/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S80P4vy0YjI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/TT_y1ONwPHE/s72-c/DSC03470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5694632766190909955</id><published>2010-04-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:34:06.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>AMOR E DEDICAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S8qLFVgjjHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I8XvbrHIm94/s1600/beautiful_mind1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S8qLFVgjjHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I8XvbrHIm94/s320/beautiful_mind1.gif" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMOR E DEDICAÇÃO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 1994 o prêmio Nobel de Economia, no valor de 930.000 dólares, distribuído anualmente pela Academia Sueca de Ciências, foi dividido entre um alemão e dois americanos, por sua contribuição para estabelecer os fundamentos da teoria dos jogos.&lt;br /&gt;A teoria dos jogos transformou o mundo dos negócios e substituiu a economia clássica baseada na pura competição. &lt;br /&gt;Criada na década de 1940, grande parte da sua base matemática foi desenvolvida por John F. Nash em sua tese de doutorado na Universidade de Princeton. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nash foi um dos ganhadores do prêmio Nobel. Nascido em 1928, na Virgínia ocidental, Nash estudou matemática no Instituto de Tecnologia Carnegie e em Princeton. Em 1951 passou a integrar a equipe do Instituto de Tecnologia de Massachusetts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ressalta em sua vida, entretanto, não é a sua genialidade, mas o grande martírio que foi a sua vida. &lt;br /&gt;Com diagnóstico de esquizofrenia, ele foi recolhido a um hospital psiquiátrico e submetido, inclusive, a choques por insulina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tinha, segundo os médicos, alucinações, ilusões, que o levavam a imaginar conspirações internacionais e a se acreditar capaz de impedir um grande problema mundial. &lt;br /&gt;Também afirmava receber ordens de determinadas pessoas, invisíveis aos demais. &lt;br /&gt;Fosse a sua imaginação ou fossem espíritos que o atormentassem, dentro do seu quadro de quase loucura, o que importa é que ele superou a dificuldade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todos os momentos, inclusive nos das maiores e piores crises de quase loucura, sua esposa esteve com ele. &lt;br /&gt;Alícia dispôs-se a mantê-lo em casa mesmo quando, por recomendação médica, que o julgava perigoso, deveria retornar para o tratamento no hospital e se submeter, outra vez, aos choques e medicação mais potente, a fim de impedir a loucura total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quer saber o que é real?” – pergunta ela ao marido. E, tocando-lhe a face com muito carinho, diz: “isto é real.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois toma a mão dele e a coloca em seu próprio rosto, repetindo: “isto é real.” Em seguida leva a mão ao coração, fazendo-o sentir o pulsar descompassado e torna a afirmar: “isto é real.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, ela lhe diz: “Talvez a parte que saiba que tenha que acordar de um sonho não esteja em seu cérebro. Talvez esteja em seu coração.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela apostou na sua melhora. E ele correspondeu. Com esforço incrível, sendo muitas vezes motivo de risos dos estudantes, ele retornou para a Universidade de Princeton, com permissão de assistir algumas aulas e freqüentar a biblioteca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutou bravamente para não atender aos rogos e ordens dos personagens invisíveis que o atormentavam e conseguiu reaver sua cadeira de professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de dezembro de 1994, ao receber o seu prêmio, em Estocolmo, o discurso de Nash foi emocionante: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sempre acreditei nos números. Nas equações e na lógica que leva à razão. E após uma vida toda de buscas, pergunto: o que realmente é a lógica? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem decide a razão? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Minha procura me levou através do físico, do metafísico, do ilusório e de volta. E fiz a descoberta mais importante da minha carreira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;A descoberta mais importante da minha vida. É somente nas misteriosas equações do amor que qualquer lógica ou razão pode ser encontrada.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, olhando para a esposa, emocionada, na platéia, completou: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;”Só estou aqui esta noite por sua causa. Você é a razão de eu existir. Você é todas as minhas razões.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma Mente Brilhante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;titulo original: (A Beautiful Mind)&lt;br /&gt;Lançamento: 2001 (EUA) &lt;br /&gt;direção: Ron Howard &lt;br /&gt;tores: Russell Crowe , Ed Harris , Jennifer Connelly , Paul Bettany , Adam Goldberg &lt;br /&gt;duração: 135 min&lt;br /&gt;gênero: Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte do texto&lt;/strong&gt; :Redação do Momento Espírita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chicoxavierbrasil.com/confeitariadeideias"&gt;http://www.chicoxavierbrasil.com/confeitariadeideias&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5694632766190909955?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5694632766190909955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5694632766190909955' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5694632766190909955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5694632766190909955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/04/amor-e-dedicacao.html' title='AMOR E DEDICAÇÃO'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S8qLFVgjjHI/AAAAAAAAAsI/I8XvbrHIm94/s72-c/beautiful_mind1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5685563750534703269</id><published>2010-03-23T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:35:06.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amyr Klink'/><title type='text'>Amyr Klink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6VRS6g33QI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ULd5YUx6Lr0/s1600-h/plane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6VRS6g33QI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ULd5YUx6Lr0/s200/plane.jpg" vt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um homem precisa viajar por sua conta, não por meio de histórias, imagens, livros ou tv. Precisa viajar por si, com seus olhos e pés, para entender o que é seu, para um dia plantar as suas próprias árvores e dar-lhes valor, conhecer o frio para desfrutar do calor e o oposto. Sentir a distância e o desabrigo para estar bem sob o próprio teto. Um homem precisa viajar para lugares que não conhece para quebrar essa arrogância que nos faz ver o mundo como o imaginamos e não simplesmente como é ou pode ser; que nos faz professores e doutores do que não vimos, quando deveríamos ser alunos, e simplesmente ir ver". &lt;br /&gt;("Mar sem fim"- Amyr Klink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um dia é preciso parar de sonhar e, de algum modo, partir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amyr Klink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5685563750534703269?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5685563750534703269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5685563750534703269' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5685563750534703269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5685563750534703269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/03/amyr-klink.html' title='Amyr Klink'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6VRS6g33QI/AAAAAAAAAsA/ULd5YUx6Lr0/s72-c/plane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-865662747418761251</id><published>2010-03-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T14:10:05.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuidados com nossos pais e avós</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6U5QmGEGJI/AAAAAAAAArw/hVt8mOgnFWQ/s1600-h/agua-fonte-vida1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6U5QmGEGJI/AAAAAAAAArw/hVt8mOgnFWQ/s200/agua-fonte-vida1.jpg" vt="true" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O texto a seguir é atribuído ao Dr. Arnaldo Lichtenstein, médico, clínico-geral do Hospital das Clínicas e professor colaborador do Departamento de Clínica Médica da Faculdade de Medicina da USP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que dou aula de Clínica Médica a estudantes do quarto ano de Medicina, lanço a pergunta: "Quais as causas que mais fazem o vovô ou a vovó terem confusão mental?"&lt;br /&gt;Alguns arriscam: "Tumor na cabeça". &lt;br /&gt;Eu digo: "Não". Outros apostam: "Mal de Alzheimer". &lt;br /&gt;Respondo, novamente: "Não". A cada negativa a turma espanta-se. E fica ainda mais boquiaberta quando enumero os três responsáveis mais comuns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• diabetes descontrolado;&lt;br /&gt;• infecção urinária;&lt;br /&gt;• a família passou um dia inteiro no shopping, enquanto os idosos ficaram em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece brincadeira, mas não é. Constantemente vovô e vovó, sem sentir sede, deixam de tomar líquidos. Quando falta gente em casa para lembrá-los, desidratam-se com rapidez. A desidratação tende a ser grave e afeta todo o organismo. Pode causar confusão mental abrupta, queda de pressão arterial, aumento dos batimentos cardíacos ("batedeira"), angina (dor no peito), coma e até morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insisto: não é brincadeira. &lt;br /&gt;Ao nascermos, 90% do nosso corpo é constituído de água. Na adolescência, isso cai para 70%. Na fase adulta, para 60%. Na terceira idade, que começa aos 60 anos, temos pouco mais de 50% de água. Isso faz parte do processo natural de envelhecimento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, de saída, os idosos têm menor reserva hídrica. Mas há outro complicador: mesmo desidratados, eles não sentem vontade de tomar água, pois os seus mecanismos de equilíbrio interno não funcionam muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explico: nós temos sensores de água em várias partes do organismo. São eles que verificam a adequação do nível. Quando ele cai, aciona-se automaticamente um "alarme". Pouca água significa menor quantidade de sangue, de oxigênio e de sais minerais em nossas artérias e veias. Por isso, o corpo "pede" água. A informação é passada ao cérebro, a gente sente sede e sai em busca de líquidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos idosos, porém, esses mecanismos são menos eficientes. A detecção de falta de água corporal e a percepção da sede ficam prejudicadas. Alguns, ainda, devido a certas doenças, como a dolorosa artrose, evitam movimentar-se até para ir tomar água. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: idosos desidratam-se facilmente não apenas porque possuem reserva hídrica menor, mas também porque percebem menos a falta de água em seu corpo. Além disso, para a desidratação ser grave, eles não precisam de grandes perdas, como diarréias, vômitos ou exposição intensa ao sol. Basta o dia estar quente - e o verão já vem aí - ou a umidade do ar baixar muito - como tem sido comum nos últimos meses. Nessas situações, perde-se mais água pela respiração e pelo suor. Se não houver reposição adequada, é desidratação na certa. Mesmo que o idoso seja saudável, fica prejudicado o desempenho das reações químicas e funções de todo o seu organismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, aqui vão dois alertas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro é para vovós e vovôs: tornem voluntário o hábito de beber líquidos. Bebam toda vez que houver uma oportunidade. Por líquido entenda-se água, sucos, chás, água-de-coco, leite. Sopa, gelatina e frutas ricas em água, como melão, melancia, abacaxi, laranja e tangerina, também funcionam. O importante é, a cada duas horas, botar algum líquido para dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu segundo alerta é para os familiares: ofereçam constantemente líquidos aos idosos. Lembrem-lhes de que isso é vital. Ao mesmo tempo, fiquem atentos. Ao perceberem que estão rejeitando líquidos e, de um dia para o outro, ficam confusos, irritadiços, fora do ar, atenção. É quase certo que esses sintomas sejam decorrentes de desidratação. Líquido neles e rápido para um serviço médico".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-865662747418761251?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/865662747418761251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=865662747418761251' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/865662747418761251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/865662747418761251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuidados-com-nossos-pais-e-avos.html' title='Cuidados com nossos pais e avós'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S6U5QmGEGJI/AAAAAAAAArw/hVt8mOgnFWQ/s72-c/agua-fonte-vida1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5510630909999420968</id><published>2010-03-07T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:03:20.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea  bocelli'/><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli brilhando ainda mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A famosa Calçada da Fama de Hollywood ( Los Angeles-Estados Unidos) agora já tem um novo pedacinho da Itália: Andrea Bocelli ganhou uma estrela . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele foi o quarto tenor a receber a homenagem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Durante a cerimônia, ele disse que o propósito de sua carreira é “levar alegria às pessoas”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S5R2ihgGOJI/AAAAAAAAAro/U8h0dSsVQFU/s1600-h/x160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S5R2ihgGOJI/AAAAAAAAAro/U8h0dSsVQFU/s320/x160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S5R2hGQrc4I/AAAAAAAAArg/1QsrhTl96bI/s1600-h/350x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S5R2hGQrc4I/AAAAAAAAArg/1QsrhTl96bI/s320/350x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bocelli tem um curriculum invejável : mais de 40 milhões de discos vendidos&amp;nbsp;, várias indicações ao Oscar e Grammy Awards, apresentações nos locais mais prestigiados do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que Deus abençoe sempre esse maravilhoso artista !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigada Bocelli por todo encanto e alegria que você transmite com seu belo trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5510630909999420968?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5510630909999420968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5510630909999420968' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5510630909999420968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5510630909999420968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/03/andrea-bocelli-brilhando-ainda-mais.html' title='Andrea Bocelli brilhando ainda mais'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S5R2ihgGOJI/AAAAAAAAAro/U8h0dSsVQFU/s72-c/x160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2251160465685625861</id><published>2010-02-21T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:33:26.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pe Fabio de Melo'/><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S4IIcWdWjEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OrRrBmHpKDY/s1600-h/selo_jardim_amizade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S4IIcWdWjEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OrRrBmHpKDY/s320/selo_jardim_amizade.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida fica muito mais bonita quando partilhada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tanto as alegrias quanto as tristezas são realidades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que não foram feitas para viver na solidão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É na partilha do que é triste que nos preparamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para a superação, e é na partilha da alegria que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos tornamos capazes de prolonga-la no tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nós sempre precisamos de amigos; gente que seja capaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de nos indicar direções, despertar o que temos de melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ajudar a retirar os excessos que nos tornam pesados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não sei se tem alguma coisa que alivia a gente mais do que quando chega alguém perto de nós naqueles momentos dificeis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pega na nossa mão e diz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"EU ESTOU AQUI"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pe. Fábio de Melo&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&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/3324480971052045047-2251160465685625861?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2251160465685625861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2251160465685625861' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2251160465685625861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2251160465685625861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/02/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S4IIcWdWjEI/AAAAAAAAAq4/OrRrBmHpKDY/s72-c/selo_jardim_amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4838780658527259908</id><published>2010-02-07T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:44:22.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração da manhã'/><title type='text'>Serenidade - Oração da manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S27UlFasILI/AAAAAAAAAqo/zuj-GVkzTl4/s1600-h/Cottage_Veranda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435515533857136818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S27UlFasILI/AAAAAAAAAqo/zuj-GVkzTl4/s320/Cottage_Veranda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagens: coisinhas caseira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Senhor, no silencio deste dia que amanhece, venho pedir-te a paz, a sabedoria, a força...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje quero olhar o mundo com os olhos cheios de amor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ser paciente, compreensivo, sereno e prudente.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ver teus filhos além das aparências&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como tu mesmo os vês, e assim não vê senão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;o bem em cada um...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cerra meus ouvidos a todas as calúnia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guarda minha lingua de toda maldade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que só de bençãos se encha meu espírito...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que eu seja tão justo e alegre&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que todos quantos se chegarem a mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; sintam Tua presença&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reveste-me de Tua beleza Senhor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e que no decurso deste dia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;eu Te revele a todos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigada Senhor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4838780658527259908?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4838780658527259908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4838780658527259908' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4838780658527259908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4838780658527259908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/02/v.html' title='Serenidade - Oração da manhã'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S27UlFasILI/AAAAAAAAAqo/zuj-GVkzTl4/s72-c/Cottage_Veranda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-529743875127785457</id><published>2010-01-17T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:24:55.931-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fé'/><title type='text'>Sobre a Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S1PSR5eIB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EenvM60eUos/s1600-h/133263-medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427913180838365026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S1PSR5eIB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EenvM60eUos/s320/133263-medium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Fé é saber que uma dessas coisas vai acontecer :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vai haver chão ou você vai ser ensinado a voar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Richard Bach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-529743875127785457?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/529743875127785457/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=529743875127785457' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/529743875127785457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/529743875127785457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/01/sobre-fe.html' title='Sobre a Fé'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S1PSR5eIB2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/EenvM60eUos/s72-c/133263-medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7569591126301291392</id><published>2010-01-03T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:42:58.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 inicio'/><title type='text'>2010 - Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S0FcM3L9IcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/1qXS9h3zjK8/s1600-h/O_SOL_~1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422716802373067202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S0FcM3L9IcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/1qXS9h3zjK8/s320/O_SOL_~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotografia : José Manuel Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é o inicio de uma nova viagem,vamos respirar fundo, sorrir com esperança e construir um 2010 maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/3324480971052045047-7569591126301291392?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7569591126301291392/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7569591126301291392' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7569591126301291392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7569591126301291392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-esperanca.html' title='2010 - Esperança'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/S0FcM3L9IcI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/1qXS9h3zjK8/s72-c/O_SOL_~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4216339319967597532</id><published>2009-12-29T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:04:47.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><title type='text'>Previsão do tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzotFEwn4FI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8fN14PL210c/s1600-h/dreamy-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420694666694090834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzotFEwn4FI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8fN14PL210c/s320/dreamy-world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom, se o ajudarmos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ser bom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Céu claro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se nossos pensamentos forem claros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A luz começa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na boa vontade da alma - e dos olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos responsáveis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo bom tempo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;compreensão simpatia impulso de ajudar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tornam belas as manhãs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e embalam as noites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em casa e no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fonte: Livrro Receita de Ano Novo : Previsão do tempo para 1967 ,pag 115&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: desconheço o autor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***************************************************************************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desejo a todos que passarem por aqui  um 2010 abençoado e muito feliz !!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigada pelo carinho e amizade!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-4216339319967597532?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4216339319967597532/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4216339319967597532' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4216339319967597532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4216339319967597532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/12/previsao-do-tempo.html' title='Previsão do tempo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzotFEwn4FI/AAAAAAAAAqI/8fN14PL210c/s72-c/dreamy-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1402289555631721908</id><published>2009-12-23T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T19:08:20.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzLaihajhRI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Va286zRnixk/s1600-h/feliz-natal-mensagens_269127102_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418633588300285202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzLaihajhRI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Va286zRnixk/s320/feliz-natal-mensagens_269127102_0086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fraternidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperança e paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que iluminam o Natal.&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/3324480971052045047-1402289555631721908?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1402289555631721908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1402289555631721908' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1402289555631721908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1402289555631721908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-fraternidade-esperanca-e-paz-sao.html' title=''/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SzLaihajhRI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Va286zRnixk/s72-c/feliz-natal-mensagens_269127102_0086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5979496904185157304</id><published>2009-12-14T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:30:33.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='padre fabio de Melo'/><title type='text'>Sobre o dom de ser anjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SybkyBr1GvI/AAAAAAAAApw/jzuY4PUd7zM/s1600-h/4159740605_ec033ed923_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415267150056463090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SybkyBr1GvI/AAAAAAAAApw/jzuY4PUd7zM/s320/4159740605_ec033ed923_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor de Deus passa o tempo todo por esta experiência do humano, Deus nos envia o tempo todo como Anjos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai lá e descubra pela força da palavra, a força de Deus entrando na nossa vida pelos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais foram as pessoas que nesta vida lhe retiraram de situações complicadas, foi a mão de Deus, foi pernas de Deus, na hora que você não tinha mais pernas, foi Káiros para você, foi graça de Deus, feche os seus olhos e veja a qualidade de ser gente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos que por em prática, o dom de ser presença na vida dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Padre Fábio de Melo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5979496904185157304?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5979496904185157304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5979496904185157304' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5979496904185157304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5979496904185157304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/12/sobre-o-dom-de-ser-anjo.html' title='Sobre o dom de ser anjo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SybkyBr1GvI/AAAAAAAAApw/jzuY4PUd7zM/s72-c/4159740605_ec033ed923_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5069797117367078766</id><published>2009-12-08T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:28:53.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dezembro'/><title type='text'>Dezembro chegou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sx5vPX354eI/AAAAAAAAApo/x4VvDbESyn0/s1600-h/1229499720369_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412886112043131362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sx5vPX354eI/AAAAAAAAApo/x4VvDbESyn0/s320/1229499720369_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que a magia desta época , que traz amor e alegria aos corações,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esteja com vocês neste Natal e durante todos os dias de 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boas Festas!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&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/3324480971052045047-5069797117367078766?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5069797117367078766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5069797117367078766' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5069797117367078766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5069797117367078766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/12/dezembro-chegou.html' title='Dezembro chegou'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sx5vPX354eI/AAAAAAAAApo/x4VvDbESyn0/s72-c/1229499720369_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1084965917521686787</id><published>2009-11-22T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:05:16.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Paz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwnzzyARCYI/AAAAAAAAApg/hPDCJI2zIDk/s1600/paisagem3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120898556758402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwnzzyARCYI/AAAAAAAAApg/hPDCJI2zIDk/s320/paisagem3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como a água que só reflete  o céu e as árvores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando a sua superfície não está turva,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mente só consegue refletir a verdadeira imagem do eu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando está  totalmente tranquila e relaxada"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Indra Devi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem: Desconheço o autor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-1084965917521686787?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1084965917521686787/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1084965917521686787' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1084965917521686787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1084965917521686787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/11/paz.html' title='Paz'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwnzzyARCYI/AAAAAAAAApg/hPDCJI2zIDk/s72-c/paisagem3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1279712897018036249</id><published>2009-11-16T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:28:06.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Serra do Mar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Carlos Lisboa'/><title type='text'>Diante das águas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diante das águas que passam em silêncio por mim,levando folhas e ramos, dando voltas e fazendo desenhos em sua superfície, descubro que estou vendo um rio pela primeira vez na vida. O que já conhecia era alguma coisa que se aprende nos livros, que tem um nome do qual se fala com respeito ou indiferença, uma paisagem que, de tanto ver, já não se entende. O que descubro agora é um milagre sem nome, uma estrada viva e amorosa onde descanso meus olhos e banho meu coração,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O som do silêncio - Luiz Carlos Lisboa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwFoduwcTGI/AAAAAAAAApY/aeikFeWXJPo/s1600/large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404715887798013026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwFoduwcTGI/AAAAAAAAApY/aeikFeWXJPo/s400/large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia : Serra do Mar - Hay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3324480971052045047-1279712897018036249?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1279712897018036249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1279712897018036249' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1279712897018036249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1279712897018036249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/11/diante-das-aguas.html' title='Diante das águas'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SwFoduwcTGI/AAAAAAAAApY/aeikFeWXJPo/s72-c/large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-6725050944822974980</id><published>2009-11-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:12:59.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girassois na toscana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratidao'/><title type='text'>Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SttU-g2E5BI/AAAAAAAAApI/b2FQNwh6C_4/s1600-h/girassoismalufroeder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393998411651671058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SttU-g2E5BI/AAAAAAAAApI/b2FQNwh6C_4/s400/girassoismalufroeder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bom dia, queridos amigos&lt;br /&gt;Neste belo domingo de sol, venho agradecer o carinho , apoio e orações pela saude do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;Ele já esta em casa e se recuperando bem,graças a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos uma semana abençoada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços&lt;br /&gt;com carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Marilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fotografia:Malu Froeder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&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/3324480971052045047-6725050944822974980?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/6725050944822974980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=6725050944822974980' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6725050944822974980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/6725050944822974980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/11/domingo.html' title='Domingo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SttU-g2E5BI/AAAAAAAAApI/b2FQNwh6C_4/s72-c/girassoismalufroeder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-2833708009314156936</id><published>2009-10-17T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:00:25.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa terezinha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oração'/><title type='text'>Oração</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/StqfjmxlAGI/AAAAAAAAApA/zYnHEJaTsYo/s1600-h/amapolas10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393798937782321250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/StqfjmxlAGI/AAAAAAAAApA/zYnHEJaTsYo/s320/amapolas10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/StqRxpMyfMI/AAAAAAAAAoo/htAhho_ckF0/s1600-h/Manuel+e+Marilac+na+Brasileira.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Para mim, a oração é um impulso do coração, um simples olhar dirigido para o céu, um grito de agradecimento e de amor, tanto do meio do sofrimento como do meio da alegria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Santa Terezinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-2833708009314156936?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/2833708009314156936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=2833708009314156936' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2833708009314156936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/2833708009314156936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/10/oracao.html' title='Oração'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/StqfjmxlAGI/AAAAAAAAApA/zYnHEJaTsYo/s72-c/amapolas10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-8827972810565255813</id><published>2009-10-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:17:21.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Catarina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea bocelli'/><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli  em Santa Catarina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Ss0Pi-0NBII/AAAAAAAAAog/uWZ_TTVkM-k/s1600-h/popup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389981422684275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Ss0Pi-0NBII/AAAAAAAAAog/uWZ_TTVkM-k/s400/popup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andrea Bocelli fará show gratuito&lt;/strong&gt; para um milhão de pessoas em dezembro em Santa Catarina. Florianópolis será a única cidade da América Latina a receber o show especial de Natal .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="boccelli1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Com o apoio do Governo do Estado, através de recursos dos fundos estaduais de Cultura e Turismo, a Prefeitura de Florianópolis realizará &lt;strong&gt;no dia 28 de dezembro,&lt;/strong&gt; na Avenida Beira-mar Norte, um show do nosso amado tenor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Bocelli terá acompanhamento de um coral de 60 vozes e orquestra sinfônica formada por músicos de Santa Catarina.O show será gratuito à população e a expectativa dos organizadores é reunir em torno de um milhão de pessoas para a apresentação única do cantor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A confirmação da vinda de Andrea Bocelli foi feita na tarde do dia 1/10/2009 pelo governador Luiz Henrique em companhia de diversas autoridades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Neste ano, o Natal Luz de Florianópolis terá uma luz mais reluzente",&lt;/strong&gt; anunciou o governador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espetáculo será apresentado junto à àrvore de Natal a ser montada pela Prefeitura como parte da decoração natalina de Florianópolis&lt;br /&gt;O repertório será do mais recente álbum do tenor, My Christmas, o primeiro álbum de Bocelli com tema natalino, produzido por David Foster. O público pode aguardar uma coleção de canções populares de Natal em inglês, como Jingle Bells, mas também com algumas músicas em italiano, francês e alemão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fonte : Redação revista eletrônica Oriundi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://oriundi.net/index.php"&gt;http://oriundi.net/index.php&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-8827972810565255813?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/8827972810565255813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=8827972810565255813' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8827972810565255813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/8827972810565255813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/10/andrea-bocelli-em-santa-catarina.html' title='Andrea Bocelli  em Santa Catarina'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Ss0Pi-0NBII/AAAAAAAAAog/uWZ_TTVkM-k/s72-c/popup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-3516962279168226997</id><published>2009-10-04T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:34:17.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Francisco'/><title type='text'>Paz e São Francisco de Assis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SslyKUIGD_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/npGE7PVcac4/s1600-h/july08-11-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388963950652428274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SslyKUIGD_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/npGE7PVcac4/s320/july08-11-800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; interior como fundamento da paz exterior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"A paz que anunciais com a boca, mais deveis tê-la em vossos corações. Ninguém seja por vós provocado à ira ou ao escândalo, mas todos por vossa mansidão sejam levados à paz, a benignidade e à concórdia. Pois é para isso que fomos chamados: para curar os feridos, reanimar os abatidos e trazer de volta os que estão no erro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São Francisco de Assis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trata-se da paz do coração que conquistaram. Francisco exorta seus frades a anunciar a paz e a testemunhá-la com doçura, porque este é o único caminho de comunicação para atrair todos os homens para a verdadeira paz, a bondade e a concórdia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A saudação da paz, como primeira palavra que os frades dirigem aos outros, tem o objetivo de abrir os corações à paz, isto é, à força espiritual interior: a paz interior da bem-aventurança e a paz proclamada e dirigida a todos, constituem uma única e mesma realidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fonte : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.franciscanos.org.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://www.franciscanos.org.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagem : Nacional Geográfica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esse post pelo dia 4/10, dia de São Francisco, dedico com carinho ao  querido amigo Benjamim pela paz  e pelo amor que ele transmite ,pelo blog ( Irmão Sol, Irmã Lua ) repleto de belas mensagens que tanto nos inspiram a seguir o exemplo do amado Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-3516962279168226997?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/3516962279168226997/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=3516962279168226997' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3516962279168226997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/3516962279168226997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/10/paz-e-sao-francisco-de-assis.html' title='Paz e São Francisco de Assis'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SslyKUIGD_I/AAAAAAAAAoY/npGE7PVcac4/s72-c/july08-11-800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7225779288393303540</id><published>2009-09-28T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T09:10:05.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='campos de lavanda'/><title type='text'>Uma semana abençoada para todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SsDc728h7UI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/KYjFV3IgDZM/s1600-h/campos-de-lavanda-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SsDcxZpCLgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zu8CihQtR9o/s1600-h/campos-de-lavanda-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386547895589809666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SsDcxZpCLgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zu8CihQtR9o/s320/campos-de-lavanda-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queridos ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejo a todos uma semana abençoada, produtiva e muito feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: desconheço o autor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7225779288393303540?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7225779288393303540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7225779288393303540' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7225779288393303540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7225779288393303540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/uma-semana-abencoada-para-todos.html' title='Uma semana abençoada para todos'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SsDcxZpCLgI/AAAAAAAAAoI/zu8CihQtR9o/s72-c/campos-de-lavanda-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-5573952853478834397</id><published>2009-09-22T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:13:18.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parabéns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea bocelli'/><title type='text'>Parabéns !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SrjoEyzoquI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u1RLhJV_UZc/s1600-h/Andrea-Bocelli-bv02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384308523576896226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SrjoEyzoquI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u1RLhJV_UZc/s400/Andrea-Bocelli-bv02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje comemoram aniversário Andrea Bocelli &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e minha sobrinha Ana Beatriz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Felicidades , queridos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-5573952853478834397?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/5573952853478834397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=5573952853478834397' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5573952853478834397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/5573952853478834397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/parabens.html' title='Parabéns !!!'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SrjoEyzoquI/AAAAAAAAAoA/u1RLhJV_UZc/s72-c/Andrea-Bocelli-bv02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-7041475210315975472</id><published>2009-09-14T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:11:30.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophia de Mello'/><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq6_SYZ57kI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hlcGuBlmw_c/s1600-h/NOITE%2520NO%2520MAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381448927263977026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq6_SYZ57kI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hlcGuBlmw_c/s400/NOITE%2520NO%2520MAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre a terra e os astros, flor intensa.&lt;br /&gt;Nascida do silêncio, a lua cheia&lt;br /&gt;Dá vertigens ao mar e azula a areia,&lt;br /&gt;E a terra segue-a em êxtases suspensa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-7041475210315975472?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/7041475210315975472/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=7041475210315975472' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7041475210315975472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/7041475210315975472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq6_SYZ57kI/AAAAAAAAAn4/hlcGuBlmw_c/s72-c/NOITE%2520NO%2520MAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-1721171244883260788</id><published>2009-09-10T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:06:40.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>À Prova de Fogo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2vR3ycNoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n07rzrsPSHU/s1600-h/1237473975271fireproof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381149851345761922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2vR3ycNoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n07rzrsPSHU/s320/1237473975271fireproof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;À Prova de Fogo (Fireproof):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gênero - DRAMA .FÉ&lt;br /&gt;Formato: DVD&lt;br /&gt;Minutagem: 118 minutos&lt;br /&gt;Classificação Ind.: Livre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos criadores de Desafiando Gigantes, uma história impactante de triunfo, honra e perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme Prova de Fogo traz a história de um heróico bombeiro, Caleb Holt, que é reconhecido por toda cidade onde ele habita como um profissional exemplar e, acima de tudo, um herói. O seu casamento, porém, não anda nada bem, e Caleb e sua esposa estão prestes a se separarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta história cativante acompanha o desejo de Caleb de transformar sua vida e seu casamento através do poder curativo da fé e de seguir adiante pelo lema dos bombeiros: Nunca deixe seu parceiro para trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salvação do casamento do capitão do corpo de bombeiros vem quando seu pai lhe dá de presente um diário que se trata de um desafio de 40 dias no qual cada dia Caleb tem de fazer diversas coisas para a sua esposa e aprender a entender as situações vividas em um matrimônio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Livro traz ensinamentos sobre o casamento e atividades a serem desenvolvidas como surpreender seu parceiro, elogiar, escutar mais seu parceiro e muitas outras situações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este filme trouxe uma proposta para as pessoas, de assistir ao filme e depois fazer O Desafio de Amar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Site Oficial – &lt;a href="http://www.provadefogoofilme.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;www.provadefogoofilme.com.br&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/3324480971052045047-1721171244883260788?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/1721171244883260788/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=1721171244883260788' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1721171244883260788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/1721171244883260788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/prova-de-fogo.html' title='À Prova de Fogo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2vR3ycNoI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n07rzrsPSHU/s72-c/1237473975271fireproof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-757826983700484666</id><published>2009-09-05T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:41:48.057-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leo Buscaglia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rosana Braga'/><title type='text'>Vivendo, amando e aprendendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2rkt6hkrI/AAAAAAAAAno/LQDhlL8HZrA/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381145777066316466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2rkt6hkrI/AAAAAAAAAno/LQDhlL8HZrA/s320/c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SqMvXtfj9WI/AAAAAAAAAng/65ZtNK86Xi4/s1600-h/rosas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trechos do texto de Rosana Braga ( Site somos todos um) :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este é o título de um dos livros do meu autor preferido: &lt;strong&gt;Leo Buscaglia&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Além de o conteúdo ser fantástico, amo este título. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para mim, é o resumo fiel da vida. Ou seja, vivemos para amar, amamos para aprender e aprendemos para viver melhor. E assim por diante, numa sucessão de tentativas, enganos, dores, alegrias, perdas, ganhos e, enfim, evolução!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o exercício da vida, que tanto nos exige, ainda que seja absolutamente justo, também pode ser melhor praticado se levarmos em conta uma bela frase da Cora Coralina:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz daquele que ensina o que aprende e aprende o que ensina. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3324480971052045047-757826983700484666?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/757826983700484666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=757826983700484666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/757826983700484666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/757826983700484666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/vivendo-amando-e-aprendendo.html' title='Vivendo, amando e aprendendo'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sq2rkt6hkrI/AAAAAAAAAno/LQDhlL8HZrA/s72-c/c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-4861068403722480249</id><published>2009-09-01T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:25:15.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POESIA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primavera'/><title type='text'>Setembro - Primavera e poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sp2bj_7PeaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z-q9sMagvs8/s1600-h/4726flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376624572907878818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sp2bj_7PeaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z-q9sMagvs8/s400/4726flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És tu a Primavera que eu esperava,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vida multiplicada e brilhante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em que é pleno e perfeito cada instante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;       ( Promessa -  Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... alguma coisa no ar&lt;br /&gt;me avisa que vem coisa nova,&lt;br /&gt;e eu me alvoroço toda, não sei para o quê."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;("Aprendendo a viver" - Clarice Lispector)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desejo a todos um mês maravilhoso, repleto de bençãos , flores e alegrias!&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/3324480971052045047-4861068403722480249?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/4861068403722480249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=4861068403722480249' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4861068403722480249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/4861068403722480249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/09/setembro-primavera-e-poesia.html' title='Setembro - Primavera e poesia'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/Sp2bj_7PeaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z-q9sMagvs8/s72-c/4726flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3324480971052045047.post-913069992819979954</id><published>2009-08-27T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T17:58:51.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorriso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea bocelli'/><title type='text'>Você já sorriu hoje?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SpFAqAMMt_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L9Se7HA-NRc/s1600-h/andrea-bocelli-show-no-parque-em-sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373146920779560946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SpFAqAMMt_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L9Se7HA-NRc/s320/andrea-bocelli-show-no-parque-em-sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Você já sorriu hoje ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já existem varios estudos a respeito do valor de um semblante alegre, ou “a alegria que cura”.Ou seja, sorrir faz bem para nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor ainda quando a gente sorri para os outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que remédio para alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Madre Tereza de Calcutá já dizia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“A Paz começa com um sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Tente sorrir mais, sorria pelo menos cinco vezes por dia para as pessoas a quem você normalmente não daria um sorriso. Faça isso pela paz. Irradiemos a paz de Deus .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa João XXIII disse : “&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o homem tem a idade do seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem retirada da web: Andrea Bocelli &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/3324480971052045047-913069992819979954?l=sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/feeds/913069992819979954/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3324480971052045047&amp;postID=913069992819979954' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/913069992819979954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3324480971052045047/posts/default/913069992819979954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentimentosepalavras-marilac.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-ja-sorriu-hoje.html' title='Você já sorriu hoje?'/><author><name>Marilac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02483932108085911478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nvQkItNkHG0/TwxWaX-pUpI/AAAAAAAAA58/rkhEpkR_3Ag/s220/196396_198549100166427_100000340155707_640906_8086708_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SsI_1lomh3Y/SpFAqAMMt_I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/L9Se7HA-NRc/s72-c/andrea-bocelli-show-no-parque-em-sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
