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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Simone Weil&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/4484619681723633063-7939046325266968927?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&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/4484619681723633063-4618745332396606195?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Vanier, em "Despertar do ser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-2371547123525155159?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Vanier, em "Novas perspectivas do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-4239271705277726843?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Jean Vanier, em "Novas perspectivas do amor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-1998785878896592223?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Certa vez alguém chegou ao céu e pediu para falar com Deus. Segundo o seu ponto de vista, havia uma coisa na criação que não tinha nenhum sentido. Deus atendeu de imediato, curioso por saber qual era a falha que havia na criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;-Senhor, sua criação é muito bonita, muito funcional, cada coisa tem sua razão de ser, mas, no meu ponto de vista, tem uma coisa que não serve para nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;-E que coisa é essa que não serve para nada? - perguntou Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- É o horizonte. Para que serve o horizonte? Se eu caminho um passo em sua direção, ele se afasta um passo de mim. Se caminho dez passos, ele se afasta outros dez passos. Isto não faz sentido! O horizonte não serve pra nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus sorriu e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mas é justamente para isso que serve o horizonte... para fazê-lo caminhar e nunca desistir de lutar pelo amanhã.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-1424718797909229534?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gandhi estava entregue a um rigoroso jejum, já muito debilitado, quase a morrer, pois não aceitava que a Índia, ao libertar-se dos ingleses, se dividisse entre hindus e muçulmanos. (Na verdade, ele viria a ser assassinado, pouco depois, por um separatista).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Estava deitado no seu colchão, quando se apresentou um hindu que lhe disse merecer o inferno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Gandhi perguntou-lhe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque falas assim? Que fizeste?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Matei uma criança muçulmana, confessou envergonhado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Por que razão?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Porque eles também mataram o meu filho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Gandhi, então, ensinou-lhe com extrema doçura:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- Há uma porta de saída do inferno: a de tolerância, a do perdão, a da boa convivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, vai e adopta uma criança muçulmana e não tentes mudar as suas convicções religiosas. Deixa-a viver como muçulmana.»&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Pe. Neylor J. Tonin, em "Histórias de Sabedoria"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-5535162070735978382?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;não se sonha, não se deseja;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ela exerce-se:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é uma virtude".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Simone Weil&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-4048010187212712452?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;não tenho senão a lâmina do amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para oferecer àquele que investiu contra mim.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É ao oferecer-lhe esta lâmina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;que espero sua aproximação".&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-2456875192699938057?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Este dia, por exemplo; o pôr do Sol,&amp;nbsp;estas invenções habituais: o Mar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda:&amp;nbsp;os cisnes a Ralhar com a água.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A Rapariga mais bonita que&amp;nbsp;ontem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus como habitante único.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos somos estrangeiros a esta Região, cujo único habitante&amp;nbsp;verdadeiro é Deus (este bem podia ser o Rótulo do nosso&amp;nbsp;Frasco).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Dele também se podia dizer, como homenagem:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Hóspede discreto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou mais pomposamente:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O Enorme Hóspede discreto.&amp;nbsp;Ou dizer ainda, para demorar Deus mais tempo nos lábios ou&amp;nbsp;neste caso no papel, na escrita, dizer ainda, no seu epitáfio que&amp;nbsp;nunca chega, que nunca será útil, dizer dele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;em todo o lado é hóspede,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;e em todo o lado é Discreto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Gonçalo M. Tavares, in "Investigações. Novalis"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-7094796216204940208?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se Deus não está nas nossas histórias de amor, então elas esmorecem, esboroam e desmoronam-se. Não é essencial que se fale de Deus. Nem sequer é indispensável que os que se amam conheçam o seu nome: basta que se tenham encontrado no céu, sobre a terra. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se já não respiramos no céu, então sufocamos no vazio: é tão simples como isto.»&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Christian Bobin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-7571459691098506312?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O recomeço supõe uma abertura esperançada em relação ao hoje, encarando-o com a pobreza e a ousadia de quem aceita, depois de ter percorrido já uma estrada, considerar que está novamente, e que estará até ao fim, a viver sucessivos pontos de partida.»&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;José Tolentino Mendonça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-3648087111240617233?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-9104779129941080005?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Thomas Merton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-4734826981366759779?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quer dizer que há coisas a que só se chega quando se vêem como Deus as vê e que só se curam com o amor com que Deus ama."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;(Vasco Pinto de Magalhães, s.j. in "Não há soluções, há caminhos")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-2326766537280590582?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Um Santo e abençoado Natal para todos vós.&lt;br /&gt;
Sintam-se abraçados fraternalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"Ouvi contar esta história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Uma criança com toda a naturalidade, voltou-se para Deus e perguntou-lhe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"E tu, o que é que queres ser quando fores grande?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;"Pequeno", respondeu-lhe Deus, também com toda a naturalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os homens querem ser grandes, mas a grandeza de Deus está em tornar-se pequeno, em dar a vida, em desaparecer pelo bem do outro.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;(Vasco Pinto de Magalhães, s.j. in "Não há soluções, há caminhos")&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/4484619681723633063-5792383278912844291?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;«Já não sabendo como fazer para ser compreendido, o próprio Deus veio à Terra, pobre e humilde: se Jesus Cristo não tivesse vivido no meio de nós, Deus permaneceria longínquo, inatingível.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Pela sua vida, Jesus concede-nos a graça de ver Deus de forma transparente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;.»&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Irmão Roger, de Taizé, em "Viver em tudo a paz do coração"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-5907522238204470566?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tu que dormes à noite na calçada do relento&lt;br /&gt;
Numa cama de chuva com lençóis feitos de vento&lt;br /&gt;
Tu que tens o Natal da solidão, do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão amigo&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;
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E tu que dormes só no pesadelo do ciúme&lt;br /&gt;
Numa cama de raiva com lençóis feitos de lume&lt;br /&gt;
E sofres o Natal da solidão sem um queixume&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão amigo&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é em Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;
Mas em Maio pode ser&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é em Setembro&lt;br /&gt;
É quando um homem quiser&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é quando nasce uma vida a amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é sempre o fruto que há no ventre da Mulher&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tu que inventas ternura e brinquedos para dar&lt;br /&gt;
Tu que inventas bonecas e combóios de luar&lt;br /&gt;
E mentes ao teu filho por não os poderes comprar&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão amigo&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E tu que vês na montra a tua fome que eu não sei&lt;br /&gt;
Fatias de tristeza em cada alegre bolo-rei&lt;br /&gt;
Pões um sabor amargo em cada doce que eu comprei&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão amigo&lt;br /&gt;
És meu irmão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é em Dezembro&lt;br /&gt;
Mas em Maio pode ser&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é em Setembro&lt;br /&gt;
É quando um homem quiser&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é quando nasce uma vida a amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;
Natal é sempre o fruto que há no ventre da Mulher...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Poema de Ary dos Santos, interpretado pelo projeto Rua da Saudade - Viviane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;«Cristo não falava da face física, da agressão física que compromete a preservação da vida. Ele falava da face psicológica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se fizermos uma análise superficial, poderemos equivocar-nos e crer que dar a outra face é uma atitude frágil e submissa. Todavia, temos de nos perguntar: dar a outra face é um sinal de fraqueza ou de força? Dar a outra face incomoda pouco ou muito uma pessoa agressiva e injusta? Se analisarmos a construção da inteligência, constataremos que dar a outra face não é um sinal de fraqueza, mas de força e segurança. Só uma pessoa forte é capaz de dar a outra face. Só uma pessoa segura dos seus próprios valores é capaz de elogiar o seu agressor. Quem dá a outra face não se esconde, não se intimida, mas enfrenta o outro com tranquilidade e segurança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem dá a outra face não tem medo do agressor, pois não se sente agredido por ele, e nem tem medo da sua própria emoção, pois não é escravo dela. Além disso, &lt;b&gt;nada perturba tanto uma pessoa agressiva como dar-lhe a outra face, como não responder à sua agressividade com agressividade.&lt;/b&gt; Dar a outra face incomoda tanto essa pessoa que é capaz de lhe causar insónia. Nada incomoda tanto uma pessoa agressiva como ter para com ela uma atitude complacente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dar a outra face é respeitar o outro, é procurar compreender os fundamentos da sua agressividade, é não usar a violência contra a violência, é não se sentir agredido diante das ofensas que lhe desferem. &lt;/b&gt;Somente uma pessoa que é livre, segura e que não gravita em torno do que os outros pensam e falam de si é capaz de agir com tanta serenidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Cristo era uma pessoa audaciosa, corajosa, que enfrentava sem medo as maiores dificuldades da vida. Era totalmente contra qualquer tipo de violência. Todavia, Ele não discursava sobre a prática da passividade. A humildade que proclamava não era fruto do medo, da submissão passiva, mas da maturidade da personalidade, confeccionada por intermédio de uma emoção segura e serena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristo, através do discurso de dar a outra face, queria proteger a pessoa agredida, fazê-la transcender a agressividade imposta pelo outro e, ao mesmo tempo, educar o agressor, levá-lo a perceber que a sua agressividade é um sinal de fragilidade(...)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;Na proposta de Cristo, o agressor passa a rever a sua história e a compreender que se esconde atrás da violência.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Augusto Cury, em "O Mestre dos Mestres"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-3106243566328744712?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Não tenhamos medo da morte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não há chefe cruel, inimigo vingativo ou tirano cruel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;à espera para nos destruir -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;somente um Deus que nos ama e perdoa sempre,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ansioso por nos receber em casa."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Quando olha bem no íntimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Através do teu sorriso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que será que Deus vê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem além da tua lógica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem atrás de toda a estética&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que será que Deus vê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um coração aflito, um espírito ferido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E uma alma já cansada de representar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém desconfiado, sem um verdadeiro amigo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com quem possa se abrir sem se envergonhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando Deus te investiga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem no âmago da vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá no teu eu verdadeiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É que Ele quer por inteiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Transformar a tua essência&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num baptismo de alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; color: #003366; font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdadeiramente livre te fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;ninguém te roubará nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;e o teu olho será a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;onde irei penetrar e adormecer descansado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;E a tua boca produzirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;palavras que não serão apenas palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;serão mãos estendidas aos pobres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;serão fome e sede curadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Irei penetrar nos teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;a caminho do teu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando eu chegar lá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;serei curado pela batida pura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;pela bondade e compreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se encontrares uma fonte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;dá de beber ao pobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se encontrares uma árvore,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;dá de comer ao pobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Se encontrares o tesouro no teu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;dá amor ao pobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Paulo Morgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-8756187467998152459?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;François Varillon, em "Alegria de Crer e Viver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-5291832998043800228?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A justiça, sem amor, faz-te duro&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A inteligência, sem amor, faz-te cruel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A amabilidade, sem amor, faz-te hipócrita.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A fé, sem amor, faz-te fanático.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O dever, sem amor, faz-te mal-humorado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A cultura, sem amor, faz-te distante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A ordem, sem amor, faz-te complicado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A agudeza, sem amor, faz-te agressivo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O apostolado, sem amor, faz-te estranho.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A amizade, sem amor, faz-te interessado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;O possuir, sem amor, faz-te avarento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A responsabilidade, sem amor, faz-te implacável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;A ambição, sem amor, faz-te injusto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Por último, ama, porque, como dizia São João da Cruz, &lt;b&gt;«ao entardecer da vida, julgar-nos-á pelo amor».&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;José Miguel, em José Mª Alibau, Palabras para el Silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4484619681723633063-7149128817186897552?l=abrigodossabios-paulo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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