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href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGQ3o7fSp7ImA9WhRUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-8189519055926522798</id><published>2012-01-27T14:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:10:22.405-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T15:10:22.405-02:00</app:edited><title>Amar</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K47w2KS-Jw/TyLaSQ-Mu6I/AAAAAAAAEF0/vwsPr2HaZ3w/s1600/a-beleza-do-simples.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5K47w2KS-Jw/TyLaSQ-Mu6I/AAAAAAAAEF0/vwsPr2HaZ3w/s400/a-beleza-do-simples.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702360085532818338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não é impor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;não é colorir a vida do outro com a dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não é só sorrir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é permitir ao outro também partir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não é cobra&lt;/b&gt;r&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque quem cobra não sabe amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é saber &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que mesmo sem ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poderei ser e ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;compartilhar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;respeitar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e muitas vezes também chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é ir e vir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é andar e correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a liberdade que se pode ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar não conhece preconceito&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;até porque quem ama faz direito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é bom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para quem sabe e pra quem deseja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas ainda que não se alcance o que almeja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amar sempre traz razão a nossa peleja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar é profunda paz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque a paz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o que quem ama faz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-8189519055926522798?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8189519055926522798/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2012/01/amar-nao-e-impor-nao-e-colorir-vida-do.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/8189519055926522798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DkENQHo-cCp7ImA9WhRWFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-3160750255204830071</id><published>2012-01-03T13:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T13:31:31.458-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T13:31:31.458-02:00</app:edited><title>Sempre</title><content type="html">Sempre corro, mas é devagar que encontro.&lt;div&gt;Sempre rio, mas é chorando que aprendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre leio, mas é meditando que percebo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre vivo, e descobrindo, sobrevivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-3160750255204830071?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/3160750255204830071/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link 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/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2012/01/sempre.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMQHcyfSp7ImA9WhRXE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-4496331151366713449</id><published>2011-12-19T18:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:26:21.995-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T18:26:21.995-02:00</app:edited><title>E então um dia...</title><content type="html">E então um dia não estarei mais aqui.&lt;div&gt;Meu lugar na cama estará vazio, e o almoço não serei mais eu quem farei. Minha voz já não dirá sobre nada e a foto na prateleira será trocada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus filhos com o tempo terão de mim apenas as lembranças maternais, e meu marido talvez coloque outra melhor em meu lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus amigos me esquecerão e apenas serei lembrada por breves momentos até que o esquecimento os tome por completo, afinal, não estarei mais aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em mim será silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em mim nada será.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo em mim não estará.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E então um dia, não estarei mais aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez eu esteja lá, com o Pai a finalmente descansar, quem sabe meu lugar já esteja pronto e logo eu possa ir para lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez o nada tome conta do que fui e eu simplesmente desapareça junto ao tempo, e o silencio seja então meu companheiro, afinal, não estarei mais aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe seja a hora da paz, a hora onde minha alma finalmente descansará da angustia e da ansiedade da vida,da tristeza e da solidão,  talvez seja mesmo a volta ao lar, ao lugar de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez eu finalmente  sinta me bem, tranquila e feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem sabe nesse dia em que o sol findar eu possa definitivamente sossegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-4496331151366713449?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4496331151366713449/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-entao-um-dia.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/4496331151366713449?v=2" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCQXo4cCp7ImA9WhRTF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-2398293268168265656</id><published>2011-11-07T23:29:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T23:36:00.438-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T23:36:00.438-02:00</app:edited><title>Em Oração</title><content type="html">Pai, &lt;div&gt;Peço pra mim, e para todos aqueles que desejam a Verdade e o Verdadeiro em suas vidas, ...que nossos fundamentos cristãos consigam ser cada vez mais sólidos e menos rígidos, para que nós possamos  finalmente ter a sensibilidade de aprender a teologia que traz intimidade e não somente o conhecimento,... e que nossa misericórdia seja verdadeiramente recheada de amor e piedade, onde o bem e o bom sejam as sementes que ela espalha.&lt;div&gt;Pai, ensina-me a mostrar ao mundo a verdadeira humildade, sem máscaras ou expectativas de aprovação, e que ao exercer o amor pelo meu irmão eu possa ser vedada pelo perdão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em Nome de Jesus, o amado da minh'alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-2398293268168265656?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/2398293268168265656/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-oracao.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/2398293268168265656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/2398293268168265656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/Ja21P5E_f2c/em-oracao.html" title="Em Oração" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-oracao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DQXk9eip7ImA9WhdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-3180603470543441862</id><published>2011-10-18T10:12:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:27:50.762-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T10:27:50.762-02:00</app:edited><title>Lamento da Senzala</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGoZvhnJbjI/Tp1wP_dJ1UI/AAAAAAAAEFo/YiPLRZqJHog/s1600/imagesCAVIM4H2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664807326336013634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGoZvhnJbjI/Tp1wP_dJ1UI/AAAAAAAAEFo/YiPLRZqJHog/s400/imagesCAVIM4H2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negra dor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;das correntes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos açoites,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do sol quente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;das longas noites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negra dor&lt;/strong&gt; que escurece a Senzala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que tinge o céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que rasga a carne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e divide a alma negra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dessa escura dor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negra dor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pra onde foi que levaste o meu amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanhece o dia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e essa dor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;negra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;negra dor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que me arranca a vida&lt;br /&gt;que me obriga a lida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e me rouba o amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negra, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;negra dor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6045757398723994605-3180603470543441862?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vGoZvhnJbjI/Tp1wP_dJ1UI/AAAAAAAAEFo/YiPLRZqJHog/s72-c/imagesCAVIM4H2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/10/lamento-da-senzala.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UBQ38yfCp7ImA9WhdbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-496963838088358700</id><published>2011-10-07T19:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T19:07:32.194-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-07T19:07:32.194-03:00</app:edited><title>Só um sonho</title><content type="html">E era como um sonho doce&lt;div&gt;como um beijo roubado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como amor eterno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e veio o vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e roubou o que era doce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devolveu o que foi roubado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e matou o que era eterno, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afinal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;era só um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-496963838088358700?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/496963838088358700/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-um-sonho.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/496963838088358700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/496963838088358700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/Fgb6icGAmKI/so-um-sonho.html" title="Só um sonho" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-um-sonho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYBRXY8cSp7ImA9WhdUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-3827540101782538080</id><published>2011-09-26T22:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:32:34.879-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T22:32:34.879-03:00</app:edited><title>Minh'alma</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmXBCzuHjt8/ToEnlVZ850I/AAAAAAAAEFg/4V7vB1JK5mc/s1600/1239921664499_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656846129308690242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmXBCzuHjt8/ToEnlVZ850I/AAAAAAAAEFg/4V7vB1JK5mc/s400/1239921664499_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E se meu coração arranha minh'alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então meu Deus me acalma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a vida me esfola a calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então meu Deus amansa minh'alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bmXBCzuHjt8/ToEnlVZ850I/AAAAAAAAEFg/4V7vB1JK5mc/s72-c/1239921664499_f.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/minhalma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UMQXs9cCp7ImA9WhdVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-5321982561087633152</id><published>2011-09-14T22:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:48:00.568-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T22:48:00.568-03:00</app:edited><title>Eterna Procura</title><content type="html">Ando,&lt;br /&gt;em errantes caminhos&lt;br /&gt;trilho,&lt;br /&gt;em áridos desertos&lt;br /&gt;peregrino,&lt;br /&gt;por cantos tortos&lt;br /&gt;encanto,&lt;br /&gt;por momentos fugazes&lt;br /&gt;fico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando,&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;em busca incansável,&lt;br /&gt;procuro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-5321982561087633152?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5321982561087633152/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/eterna-procura.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IARnk_eCp7ImA9WhdWGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-5767867372121138032</id><published>2011-09-13T14:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:39:07.740-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-13T14:39:07.740-03:00</app:edited><title>Sou só</title><content type="html">Só.&lt;br /&gt;Somente e &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;solitariamente,&lt;/span&gt; só&lt;br /&gt;Como um dó sem nó&lt;br /&gt;Só&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente, só.&lt;br /&gt;Como um nó sem dó&lt;br /&gt;Um dó no pó&lt;br /&gt;O pó&lt;br /&gt;Só&lt;br /&gt;Sou só.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-5767867372121138032?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5767867372121138032/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-so.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5767867372121138032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5767867372121138032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/MmrXcX1A7jM/sou-so.html" title="Sou só" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/sou-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QMQnY_fyp7ImA9WhdWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-4297624791168995249</id><published>2011-09-05T08:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T08:16:23.847-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-05T08:16:23.847-03:00</app:edited><title>Pedindo</title><content type="html">Sempre que escrevo, escrevo para Deus. Ainda que pareça que escrevo para mim (afinal, ELE vive em mim), minhas palavras são sempre uma oração, e orando, peço:
&lt;br /&gt;Amparo, socorro, proteção, paz, sabedoria, conhecimento.
&lt;br /&gt;Peço amor e fé, peço um mundo melhor para meus filhos (ainda que esse mundo seja somente o mundo deles).
&lt;br /&gt;Peço palavras em meus lábios para que Sua Palavra flua em minha voz e peço almas para ouvirem tudo o que digo.
&lt;br /&gt;Peço muito, e peço também pouco, mas peço, porque pedir só podemos fazê-lo ao Pai.
&lt;br /&gt;Bom é ter o que pedir e para quem pedir.
&lt;br /&gt;Bom é ter um Pai a nos ouvir, e ainda que não nos dê tudo o que pedimos, sei que nos dará o que merecemos
&lt;br /&gt;Isso é amor.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-4297624791168995249?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/4297624791168995249/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/pedindo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/4297624791168995249?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/4297624791168995249?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/LNrYTAAci-c/pedindo.html" title="Pedindo" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/09/pedindo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UDQXk7fip7ImA9WhdQGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-1030604575020540753</id><published>2011-08-21T21:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:07:50.706-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-21T22:07:50.706-03:00</app:edited><title>Intocável</title><content type="html">Já rasgaram minha alma
&lt;br /&gt;já violaram minha dor
&lt;br /&gt;já invadiram meu corpo
&lt;br /&gt;já destruíram meus sonhos
&lt;br /&gt;já assustaram meu medo
&lt;br /&gt;já romperam a minha dignidade
&lt;br /&gt;mas jamais, em tempo algum,
&lt;br /&gt;poderão tocar no amor que tenho por meu Deus.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Já corri dos homens
&lt;br /&gt;já fugi da vida
&lt;br /&gt;já desisti de continuar
&lt;br /&gt;já chorei um oceano
&lt;br /&gt;já me isolei por mais de um ano
&lt;br /&gt;mas jamais, em tempo algum,
&lt;br /&gt;desistirei de estar com meu Deus.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Pode o homem enlouquecer
&lt;br /&gt;pode o mundo guerrear
&lt;br /&gt;podem todos me deixar
&lt;br /&gt;podem até me esquecer
&lt;br /&gt;me enterrar ou eu morrer...
&lt;br /&gt;Mas jamais, em tempo algum,
&lt;br /&gt;deixarei do O adorar.
&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/6045757398723994605-1030604575020540753?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/1030604575020540753/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/intocavel.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/1030604575020540753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/1030604575020540753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/PzpNa6dXG6U/intocavel.html" title="Intocável" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/intocavel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNQXYzfSp7ImA9WhdRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-8548627072010313817</id><published>2011-08-10T10:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T10:16:30.885-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T10:16:30.885-03:00</app:edited><title>...</title><content type="html">Nada mais doce que a presença de Deus. Nada mais suave e agradável.
&lt;br /&gt;Como é bom poder encontrar os braços do Senhor abertos para nós todas vez que precisamos!!
&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que seria de mim se não fosse essa presença doce, suave e agradável a me consolar nessa vida louca...
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-8548627072010313817?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8548627072010313817/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/8548627072010313817?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/8548627072010313817?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/iHfUtBSu2cU/blog-post.html" title="..." /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDQH8yeSp7ImA9WhdRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-8670699395038941398</id><published>2011-08-02T14:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:52:51.191-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T14:52:51.191-03:00</app:edited><title>Entrelinhas</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-envXXjlhg-s/Tjg5XjtweFI/AAAAAAAAEFY/hsRpXw4LpmY/s1600/entrelinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636318010541111378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-envXXjlhg-s/Tjg5XjtweFI/AAAAAAAAEFY/hsRpXw4LpmY/s320/entrelinhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida, é preciso aprender a andar nas entrelinhas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvir o que se não vê &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e olhar para o que não se diz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem caminha nas entrelinhas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;decifrará os segredos dos corações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-8670699395038941398?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/8670699395038941398/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/entrelinhas.html#comment-form" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/8670699395038941398?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/8670699395038941398?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/sp4j-pyUwgM/entrelinhas.html" title="Entrelinhas" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-envXXjlhg-s/Tjg5XjtweFI/AAAAAAAAEFY/hsRpXw4LpmY/s72-c/entrelinhas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/08/entrelinhas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcARH4yfip7ImA9WhdSFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-5300243267014863937</id><published>2011-07-24T16:39:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:50:45.096-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-24T16:50:45.096-03:00</app:edited><title>Assim</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HXHMP6-tHk/Tix3ixZ8IDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/yUi7xcqogiU/s1600/amar___.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633008673195040818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HXHMP6-tHk/Tix3ixZ8IDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/yUi7xcqogiU/s320/amar___.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yXvYpQXbH8k/Tix3aNKhzKI/AAAAAAAAEFI/9ZwjxFDA_Ss/s1600/amar___.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Assim,&lt;br /&gt;como os dedos que alisam a água&lt;br /&gt;como o caminho que desliza a lágrima&lt;br /&gt;como a palavra que seduz e é mágica&lt;br /&gt;assim,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente,&lt;br /&gt;transparente&lt;br /&gt;latente,&lt;br /&gt;dormente,&lt;br /&gt;úmida e quente,&lt;br /&gt;assim é a loucura de amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-5300243267014863937?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5300243267014863937/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/assim.html#comment-form" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5300243267014863937?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5300243267014863937?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/bvo2_EamFLk/assim.html" title="Assim" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0HXHMP6-tHk/Tix3ixZ8IDI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/yUi7xcqogiU/s72-c/amar___.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/assim.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEAQns4eyp7ImA9WhdTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-3980785311695266628</id><published>2011-07-15T21:33:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T21:37:23.533-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-15T21:37:23.533-03:00</app:edited><title>Lento tempo</title><content type="html">..E o tempo que escorre entre meus dedos&lt;br /&gt; e teima em não levar com ele meu medo&lt;br /&gt;é o mesmo tempo que desde sempre&lt;br /&gt;me atenta&lt;br /&gt;me atormenta&lt;br /&gt;e me deixa lenta...&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, lento tempo,&lt;br /&gt;por quanto tempo ainda por mim passarás?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-3980785311695266628?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/3980785311695266628/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/lento-tempo.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/3980785311695266628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/3980785311695266628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/G3mMREmJRv8/lento-tempo.html" title="Lento tempo" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/lento-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EHQXc4fyp7ImA9WhdTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-8250049970659322840</id><published>2011-07-09T14:04:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T14:13:50.937-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-09T14:13:50.937-03:00</app:edited><title>Meu pobre coração</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aVGRu8n20k/ThiMGa3Gm9I/AAAAAAAAEFA/f4WxQV3utSg/s1600/coracao_remendado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627401776316980178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3aVGRu8n20k/ThiMGa3Gm9I/AAAAAAAAEFA/f4WxQV3utSg/s320/coracao_remendado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então arranca do meu peito esse anseio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e destrói de mim todo devaneio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;retira de minh'alma esse sonho louco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e equilibra essa emoção ao menos um pouco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pois tudo isso me atormenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e muito me tenta)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e desse jeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse pobre coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não aguenta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-04T09:08:57.584-03:00</app:edited><title>Então tá.</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Então tá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz de conta que acredito&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que não foi dito&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que não corro o risco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então tá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz de conta que não vi&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que não ouvi&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que não estou aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então tá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz de conta que é meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que estás comigo&lt;br /&gt;faz de conta que eu não ligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então tá.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida é assim&lt;br /&gt;um faz de conta sem fim&lt;br /&gt;onde será que vai dar&lt;br /&gt;quem quer na realidade&lt;br /&gt;só amar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/entao-ta.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFQX4zcCp7ImA9WhZaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-5943106146798546240</id><published>2011-07-03T15:33:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T09:10:10.088-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-04T09:10:10.088-03:00</app:edited><title>Absinto que me leve</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKIISKNm9uc/ThC3nRehL_I/AAAAAAAAEEk/gAfyRSKC0iE/s1600/absinthe-green-fairy-drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o absinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me levar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;então eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e deixo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que o que sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em absinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me leve...&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/6045757398723994605-5943106146798546240?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5943106146798546240/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/absinto-que-me-leve.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5943106146798546240?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5943106146798546240?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/D5PvfACyQZM/absinto-que-me-leve.html" title="Absinto que me leve" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/absinto-que-me-leve.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NSHY-eyp7ImA9WhZaFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-7270585964860053239</id><published>2011-07-01T17:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:26:39.853-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T17:26:39.853-03:00</app:edited><title>Coisafeia...larrrga do meu pé !</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Causo sentimentos&lt;/strong&gt; estranhos em algumas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, todos nós causamos, mas isso é muito chato, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem uma certa pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;, que com o passar do tempo descobri que está mais pra ser uma &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" do que exatamente uma &lt;em&gt;'pessoa&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;Ela mora lonnnngeeeee, além mar, e mesmo assim, vigia tudo o que faço, com quem estou, o que escrevo, o que penso, se ando corretamente, se pago minhas contas , se engordei ou emagreci....&lt;br /&gt;Geeeennnnnteee... essa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me irrita !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É do tipo &lt;em&gt;"espinho-na-carne"&lt;/em&gt;, sacou?..rsrsss...&lt;br /&gt;É uma "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" cheia de frustrações, deficiências emocionais, carências espirituais, ...é uma "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" forrada de maldade, mofo e insanidade, é uma "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" invejosa, meloza, doentia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" chulézenta não larga do meu pé nem morando em outro continente !!...&lt;br /&gt;Ou sou muito bonita ou muito gostosa, porque muito rica (e nem pouco) eu jamais fui...mas ela está sempre me cercando e vigiando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pode apostar&lt;/strong&gt; que ela está lendo isso aqui, e que certamente sabe que é dela que falo, então aqui vai meu recado pra voce:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ooooo sua "Coisa" !!!&lt;/strong&gt; acorda pra vida, pra sua vida!!!&lt;br /&gt;Olha pra sua casa que você diz que é tão arrumadinha mas que todos sabem que é falida, olha pro seu casamento que você posa de feliz mas que todos sabem é frustrado em todos os sentidos, olha para os teus filhos e vê neles o que você está construindo com essa sua língua ferina de palavras falsas e vê se larga do meu pé, me esquece, se manda , evapora mana !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- OOOoooooo Coisa Ruim !&lt;/strong&gt; enrola esse teu rabo safado e sai !!!..&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser feliz , vai sorrir um pouco, vá ver o por-do-sol, assistir um bom filme e dar umas bjkas no seu maridão (tadinho...tem que dormir com voce todos os dias)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- OOooooooo Coisa feia !!&lt;/strong&gt; ...Vá tratar dos seus dentes antes de falar qualquer coisa , e olha pra sua alma antes de julgar os outros ....coisa feia menina!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Oooooo Coisa chata !!&lt;/strong&gt; para de falar sobre Cristo porque seu testemunho ta sujando a barra, para de dar uma de santa porque aqui todos sabem o quanto voce nunca foi, para de se dizer a melhor, a sabichona, a purinha, para de ser fofoqueira de igreja, de ser manipuladora , falsa e hipócrita !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E se você não quiser parar&lt;/strong&gt;, então não para, fofa, continua, porque a mim voce apenas irrita e me dá assunto pra escrever aqui e me divertir...hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bobona&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"coisafeia",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; falei, e é assim que eu sou ( e por isso você me persegue tanto)... falei o que penso e a mim, você não convence, não é???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kkkkkkkkk...eu sei quem você é !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheh..... descansa coisafeia, descansa, descansa....relaxa e vai viver em paz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-7270585964860053239?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/7270585964860053239/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/07/coisafeialarrrga-do-meu-pe.html#comment-form" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/7270585964860053239?v=2" /><link rel="self" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;AkANRns-fCp7ImA9WhZaFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-7507097811442654053</id><published>2011-06-30T09:36:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T09:59:57.554-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-30T09:59:57.554-03:00</app:edited><title>Dentista ??...ai ai ai ...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztiJhopaNZ8/TgxzBug-AEI/AAAAAAAAEEc/P4evC8BbhYg/s1600/dentista_%2Bmecanico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623996508182282306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ztiJhopaNZ8/TgxzBug-AEI/AAAAAAAAEEc/P4evC8BbhYg/s320/dentista_%2Bmecanico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mais um dente se quebrou.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou talvez, o que chamam de a &lt;em&gt;"última geração da dentadura", &lt;/em&gt;claro, salvo as gerações dos que por falta de recursos são obrigados a sofrerem com seus dentes. Porém, eu tive amparo e informação na medida natural dos fatos, mas por já passar dos 50 , não tive acesso a modernidade dos dias de hoje, que tanto evita dores e desconfortos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tive muitas&lt;/strong&gt; cáries e alguns canais, e meus dentes descobriram o fio dental somente no final dos anos 70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje, vejo que todos (ou uma boa parcela) já escovam os dentes e gengivas de bebês recém-nascidos, usa-se o tal "selante" desde pequeninos e a escovação se aprende até mesmo na escola.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meus filhos mesmo, que já são grandes e quase adultos, nunca tiveram uma cárie ou um tratamento de canal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A modernidade e a ciência estão sendo generosas com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comigo não.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu, particularmente, detesto dentistas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claro que nada tenho contra os profissionais, mas o fato de saber que terei que me sentar naquela cadeira, terei que ser anestesiada e se invadida por limas, motores irritantes, esguichos e torneirinhas....isso me enlouquece, ou melhor, me enfraquece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou forte para inúmeras coisas, mais ir ao dentista me fragiliza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O fato de sentir-me totalmente fora do controle e exposta a decisões e consequencias doloridas, isso me fragiliza demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acredite, tomo calmante para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, creio que seja a minha vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estão me chamando e meu dentista já está paramentado a minha espera... e lá vou eu...concertar o dente quebrado...terminar o canal...e tentar não usar dentadura!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A expectativa da dor dói mais que a própria dor."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-26T16:04:53.092-03:00</app:edited><title>Gente que é Gente</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gyh1_Vuxs84/TgeChMaw6BI/AAAAAAAAEEM/3XyB7fdyuKI/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo gente se juntando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se unindo e casando &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGWPKkNfIwk/TgeCrQSS_pI/AAAAAAAAEEU/W7X2xBU2FXQ/s1600/gente_normal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622606339413048978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGWPKkNfIwk/TgeCrQSS_pI/AAAAAAAAEEU/W7X2xBU2FXQ/s320/gente_normal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gente que sonha&lt;br /&gt;com um futuro e com honra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e vejo gente separando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fugindo e chorando&lt;br /&gt;gente que não sonha&lt;br /&gt;sem futuro e sem honra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vejo gente que se ama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e gente que se engana&lt;br /&gt;gente que inventa&lt;br /&gt;e gente que tenta,&lt;br /&gt;gente que vai&lt;br /&gt;e gente que definitivamente sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e toda essa gente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que vive e que sente&lt;br /&gt;só quer mesmo é que o outro&lt;br /&gt;também seja gente&lt;br /&gt;gente assim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com começo , meio e fim.&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/6045757398723994605-6560788544508936503?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/6560788544508936503/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/06/gente-que-e-gente.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" 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povoaram minha mente nessa noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aflitivos&lt;/strong&gt;, enigmáticos, amedrontadores mas não como pesadelos e sim como mistérios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos do inconsciente&lt;/strong&gt;, sonhos da alma ou sonhos de Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonhos sob pressão&lt;/strong&gt;, resultantes de preocupação, ou simplesmente sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há mistérios&lt;/strong&gt; que para mim nem a melhor explicação da ciência satisfaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corro e me agarro&lt;/strong&gt; a fé, que é o que mais me satisfaz e sustenta, e oro, pedindo ao Pai que sejam apenas sonhos, simplesmente sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nada mais.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6045757398723994605-1675354141118422166?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' 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dizia&lt;br /&gt;amante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amante&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de si&lt;br /&gt;por si&lt;br /&gt;em si&lt;br /&gt;e só via o que queria&lt;br /&gt;só sentia o que podia&lt;br /&gt;pois pouco sabia&lt;br /&gt;se uma alma ria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alma&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;em ódio incandescente&lt;br /&gt;ciúmes de uma paixão latente&lt;br /&gt;dor daquele que só por si&lt;br /&gt;egoísta sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vi&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém me contou&lt;br /&gt;ouvi&lt;br /&gt;e ninguém me falou&lt;br /&gt;a dor e a frustração&lt;br /&gt;o ódio sem paixão&lt;br /&gt;e o mal nos olhos do cão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-6470813361375365055?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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E ao vasculhar minh'alma desarrumada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encontro-me em estranha calma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e resignada observo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o quanto o tempo reuniu em minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amores, dores e flores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amigos, inimigos e cacos de vidro...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618052418707583442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbzo2qQix2g/TfdU6LqW8dI/AAAAAAAAED8/Mf927zKWzAc/s400/1189279304zJ5Llo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6045757398723994605-5885055395492156515?l=alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/feeds/5885055395492156515/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/06/flores-e-cacos.html#comment-form" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5885055395492156515?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6045757398723994605/posts/default/5885055395492156515?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AliceNoPasDoPensamento/~3/k-p8shAoZYc/flores-e-cacos.html" title="Flores e Cacos" /><author><name>Alice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10870331564241522013</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JCiLZFFym5Q/Ta4P_y0n7kI/AAAAAAAAD_A/FM9hfxFLPGI/s220/Imagem%2B008.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbzo2qQix2g/TfdU6LqW8dI/AAAAAAAAED8/Mf927zKWzAc/s72-c/1189279304zJ5Llo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://alicenopaisdopensamento.blogspot.com/2011/06/flores-e-cacos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNRngzeCp7ImA9WhZUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6045757398723994605.post-6577651077308750441</id><published>2011-06-13T14:37:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:46:37.680-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-13T14:46:37.680-03:00</app:edited><title>A Louca que habita em mim</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Tem um lado&lt;/strong&gt; de louca dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;destemperado&lt;br /&gt;e destampado&lt;br /&gt;é tudo o que eu queria pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É essa louca&lt;/strong&gt; que olha o céu e espera o vôo&lt;br /&gt;que olha a terra e experimenta o pouso,&lt;br /&gt;e que quando plana&lt;br /&gt;a muitos engana&lt;br /&gt;com seu sorriso maroto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa louca&lt;/strong&gt; desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;e que por mais que tentem&lt;br /&gt;jamais é reconhecida&lt;br /&gt;profana menina,&lt;br /&gt;mas moça bacana,&lt;br /&gt;é a louca mais livre que já conheci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É sua loucura&lt;/strong&gt; que me move&lt;br /&gt;e loucamente me sacode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(muitas vezes me fazendo cair).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahh! 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