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Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Que o canto da maturidade jamais asfixie a tua criança interior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Que o teu sorriso seja sempre verdadeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;Que as pedras do teu caminho sejam sempre encaradas como lições de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; border: 0px; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe UI&amp;quot;, Calibri, &amp;quot;Myriad Pro&amp;quot;, Myriad, &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;Que a música seja tua companheira de momentos secretos contigo mesmo.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que os teus momentos de amor contenham a magia de tua alma eterna em cada beijo.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que os teus olhos sejam dois sóis olhando a luz da vida em cada amanhecer.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que cada dia seja um novo recomeço, onde tua alma dance na luz.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que em cada passo teu fiquem marcas luminosas de tua passagem em cada coração.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que em cada amigo o teu coração faça festa e celebre o encanto da amizade profunda que liga as almas afins.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que em teus momentos de solidão e cansaço esteja sempre presente em teu coração a lembrança de que tudo passa e se transforma, quando a alma é grande e generosa.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que o teu coração voe contente nas asas da espiritualidade consciente, para que tu percebas a ternura invisível tocando o centro do teu ser eterno.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que um suave vento te acompanhe, na terra ou no espaço, e por onde quer que a força invisível do amor leve o teu viver.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que o teu coração sinta a PRESENÇA secreta do inexplicável !&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que os teus pensamentos, os teus amores, o teu viver, e a tua passagem pela vida sejam sempre abençoados por aquele amor que ama sem nome.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;só se sente.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que esse amor seja o teu rumo secreto, viajando eternamente no centro do teu ser.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que este amor transforme os teus dramas em luz, a tua tristeza em celebração, e os teus passos cansados em alegres passos de dança renovadora.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que jamais, em tempo algum, tu esqueças da PRESENÇA que está em ti e em todos os seres.&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot; /&gt;Que o teu viver seja pleno de PAZ e LUZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/7272476054092109312/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2017/08/oracao-da-presenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7272476054092109312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7272476054092109312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2017/08/oracao-da-presenca.html' title='Oração da presença'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s72-c/k4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-2772853642919413137</id><published>2017-01-20T05:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2017-01-27T12:17:47.264-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oração  da presença"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wagner Borges"/><title type='text'>Oração da presença</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s1600/k4.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s1600/k4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;309&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;Oração da presença&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; (Autoria: Wagner Borges)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que jamais, em tempo algum, o teu coração acalente o ódio.&lt;br /&gt; Que o canto da maturidade jamais asfixie a tua criança interior.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que o teu sorriso seja sempre verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt; Que as pedras do teu caminho sejam sempre encaradas como lições de vida.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; Que a música seja tua companheira de momentos secretos contigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt; Que os teus momentos de amor contenham a magia de tua alma eterna em cada beijo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que os teus olhos sejam dois sóis olhando a luz da vida em cada amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt; Que cada dia seja um novo recomeço, onde tua alma dance na luz.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que em cada passo teu fiquem marcas luminosas de tua passagem em cada coração.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que em cada amigo o teu coração faça festa e celebre o encanto da amizade profunda que liga as almas afins.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que em teus momentos de solidão e cansaço esteja sempre presente em teu  coração a lembrança de que tudo passa e se transforma, quando a alma é  grande e generosa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que o teu coração voe contente nas asas da  espiritualidade consciente, para que tu percebas a ternura invisível  tocando o centro do teu ser eterno.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que um suave vento te acompanhe, na terra ou no espaço, e por onde quer que a força invisível do amor leve o teu viver.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que o teu coração sinta a PRESENÇA secreta do inexplicável !&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que os teus pensamentos, os teus amores, o teu viver, e a tua passagem  pela vida sejam sempre abençoados por aquele amor que ama sem nome.&lt;br /&gt; só se sente.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que esse amor seja o teu rumo secreto, viajando eternamente no centro do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que este amor transforme os teus dramas em luz, a tua tristeza em  celebração, e os teus passos cansados em alegres passos de dança  renovadora.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que jamais, em tempo algum, tu esqueças da PRESENÇA que está em ti e em todos os seres.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Que o teu viver seja pleno de PAZ e LUZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/2772853642919413137/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2013/05/oracao-da-presenca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/2772853642919413137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/2772853642919413137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2013/05/oracao-da-presenca.html' title='Oração da presença'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s72-c/k4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-7899021979087526401</id><published>2013-12-12T12:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2013-12-12T12:24:12.922-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outono no Japão"/><title type='text'>Frase do dia </title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUseaPN02XY/UqnFvnSCPvI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/P7FF002H8-A/s1600/a+outono.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;Outono no Japão&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUseaPN02XY/UqnFvnSCPvI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/P7FF002H8-A/s400/a+outono.jpg&quot; title=&quot;Outono no Japão&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda tarde para todos visitem e siga minha página no face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/pages/Meu-Espelho/514231061932316&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;MEU ESPELHO QUE O DIGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/7899021979087526401/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2013/12/frase-do-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7899021979087526401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7899021979087526401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2013/12/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do dia '/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NUseaPN02XY/UqnFvnSCPvI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/P7FF002H8-A/s72-c/a+outono.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-5886179372686252098</id><published>2012-09-22T09:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2015-10-24T20:58:37.028-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escutar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fala"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia de rubem alves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rosa cor rosa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rubem Alves"/><title type='text'>Se eu fosse você-Rubem Alves</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXU-P1pkkc/UF2ynhbYIZI/AAAAAAAAImA/FQZaPT3ccdw/s1600/rosa+p%C3%A1lida.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXU-P1pkkc/UF2ynhbYIZI/AAAAAAAAImA/FQZaPT3ccdw/s1600/rosa+p%C3%A1lida.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;O que as pessoas mais desejam&lt;br /&gt;é alguém que as escute&lt;br /&gt;de maneira calma e tranqüila.&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio. Sem dar conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem que digam: &quot;Se eu fosse você...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;A gente ama não é a pessoa que fala bonito.&lt;br /&gt;É a pessoa que escuta bonito.&lt;br /&gt;A fala só é bonita&lt;br /&gt;quando ela nasce de uma longa&lt;br /&gt;e silenciosa escuta.&lt;br /&gt;É na escuta que o amor começa.&lt;br /&gt;E é na não escuta que ele termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Foto- Rose Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/5886179372686252098/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/09/se-eu-fosse-voce.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5886179372686252098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5886179372686252098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/09/se-eu-fosse-voce.html' title='Se eu fosse você-Rubem Alves'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiXU-P1pkkc/UF2ynhbYIZI/AAAAAAAAImA/FQZaPT3ccdw/s72-c/rosa+p%C3%A1lida.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-8249390760213257075</id><published>2012-05-03T13:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T13:32:04.293-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cordial"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="educada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="refinada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sensata"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vilã de novela"/><title type='text'>A todos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjF15pRat-4/T6KyG0vmhQI/AAAAAAAAIN4/Cl6xs1OTtg8/s1600/75.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjF15pRat-4/T6KyG0vmhQI/AAAAAAAAIN4/Cl6xs1OTtg8/s320/75.jpg&quot; width=&quot;301&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;A todos trato muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;sou cordial, educada, quase sensata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;mas nada me dá mais prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;do que ser persona non grata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;expulsa do paraíso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;uma mulher sem juízo, que não se comove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;com nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;cruel e refinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;que não merece ir pro céu, uma vilã de novela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;mas bela, e até mesmo culta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;estranha, com tantos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;e amada, bem vestida e respeitada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;aqui entre nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;melhor que ser boazinha é não poder ser imitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/8249390760213257075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/05/todos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8249390760213257075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8249390760213257075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/05/todos.html' title='A todos'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mjF15pRat-4/T6KyG0vmhQI/AAAAAAAAIN4/Cl6xs1OTtg8/s72-c/75.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-8109471326735178396</id><published>2012-04-18T07:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T07:49:25.888-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="arte"/><title type='text'>Amizade e amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tY_GF7U1MQ/T46bgoRGgRI/AAAAAAAAIHs/zuNjgCyTvuU/s1600/5.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;275&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tY_GF7U1MQ/T46bgoRGgRI/AAAAAAAAIHs/zuNjgCyTvuU/s320/5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;arte amazonense&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Perguntei a um sábio ,&lt;br /&gt;a diferença que havia&lt;br /&gt;entre amor e amizade,&lt;br /&gt;ele me disse essa verdade...&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas ,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;br /&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;br /&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;br /&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;br /&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida&lt;br /&gt;companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;br /&gt;ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;br /&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;br /&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem um amigo&lt;br /&gt;ou uma grande paixão,&lt;br /&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;br /&gt;dentro do seu coração.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Willian Shakespeare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/8109471326735178396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/amizade-e-amor.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8109471326735178396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8109471326735178396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/amizade-e-amor.html' title='Amizade e amor'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tY_GF7U1MQ/T46bgoRGgRI/AAAAAAAAIHs/zuNjgCyTvuU/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-5594261431210692172</id><published>2012-04-13T07:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T07:59:46.999-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="depressão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="psiquiatra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tristeza"/><title type='text'>A tristeza permitida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uA_V9v-btA/T4gGvqgyEoI/AAAAAAAAIFI/UGoCaLh3Ko4/s1600/5.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;238&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uA_V9v-btA/T4gGvqgyEoI/AAAAAAAAIFI/UGoCaLh3Ko4/s320/5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;fr0&quot; style=&quot;background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Se eu disser pra você que hoje acordei triste, que foi difícil sair da cama, mesmo sabendo que o sol estava se exibindo lá fora e o céu convidava para a farra de viver, mesmo sabendo que havia muitas providências a tomar, acordei triste e tive preguiça de cumprir os rituais que faço sem nem prestar atenção no que estou sentindo, como tomar banho, colocar uma roupa, ir pro computador, sair pra compras e reuniões – se eu disser que foi assim, o que você me diz? Se eu lhe disser que hoje não foi um dia como os outros, que não encontrei energia nem pra sentir culpa pela minha letargia, que hoje levantei devagar e tarde e que não tive vontade de nada, você vai reagir como?&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Você vai dizer “te anima” e me recomendar um antidepressivo, ou vai dizer que tem gente vivendo coisas muito mais graves do que eu (mesmo desconhecendo a razão da minha tristeza), vai dizer pra eu colocar uma roupa leve, ouvir uma música revigorante e voltar a ser aquela que sempre fui, velha de guerra.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Você vai fazer isso porque gosta de mim, mas também porque é mais um que não tolera a tristeza: nem a minha, nem a sua, nem a de ninguém. Tristeza é considerada uma anomalia do humor, uma doença contagiosa, que é melhor eliminar desde o primeiro sintoma. Não sorriu hoje? Medicamento. Sentiu uma vontade de chorar à toa? Gravíssimo, telefone já para o seu psiquiatra.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;A verdade é que eu não acordei triste hoje, nem mesmo com uma suave melancolia, está tudo normal. Mas quando fico triste, também está tudo normal. Porque ficar triste é comum, é um sentimento tão legítimo quanto a alegria, é um registro de nossa sensibilidade, que ora gargalha em grupo, ora busca o silêncio e a solidão. Estar triste não é estar deprimido.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Depressão é coisa muito séria, contínua e complexa. Estar triste é estar atento a si próprio, é estar desapontado com alguém, com vários ou consigo mesmo, é estar um pouco cansado de certas repetições, é descobrir-se frágil num dia qualquer, sem uma razão aparente – as razões têm essa mania de serem discretas.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;“Eu não sei o que meu corpo abriga/ nestas noites quentes de verão/ e não me importa que mil raios partam/ qualquer sentido vago da razão/ eu ando tão down...” Lembra da música? Cazuza ainda dizia, lá no meio dos versos, que pega mal sofrer. Pois é, pega mal. Melhor sair pra balada, melhor forçar um sorriso, melhor dizer que está tudo bem, melhor desamarrar a cara. “Não quero te ver triste assim”, sussurrava Roberto Carlos em meio a outra música. Todos cantam a tristeza, mas poucos a enfrentam de fato. Os esforços não são para compreendê-la, e sim para disfarçá-la, sufocá-la, ela que, humilde, só quer usufruir do seu direito de existir, de assegurar seu espaço nesta sociedade que exalta apenas o oba-oba e a verborragia, e que desconfia de quem está calado demais. Claro que é melhor ser alegre que ser triste (agora é Vinícius), mas melhor mesmo é ninguém privar você de sentir o que for. Em tempo: na maioria das vezes, é a gente mesmo que não se permite estar alguns degraus abaixo da euforia.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Tem dias que não estamos pra samba, pra rock, pra hip-hop, e nem pra isso devemos buscar pílulas mágicas para camuflar nossa introspecção, nem aceitar convites para festas em que nada temos para brindar. Que nos deixem quietos, que quietude é armazenamento de força e sabedoria, daqui a pouco a gente volta, a gente sempre volta, anunciando o fim de mais uma dor – até que venha a próxima, normais que somos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;aut&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/5594261431210692172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/tristeza-permitida.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5594261431210692172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5594261431210692172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/tristeza-permitida.html' title='A tristeza permitida'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_uA_V9v-btA/T4gGvqgyEoI/AAAAAAAAIFI/UGoCaLh3Ko4/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-7875299428766077009</id><published>2012-04-12T13:21:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T13:21:15.948-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bengala"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="flores de sakura"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fotografias amareladas"/><title type='text'>sinta-se vivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQDmsPmxjY/T4cAZ5L97dI/AAAAAAAAIEw/7db2Dt55X-M/s1600/sakus.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;291&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQDmsPmxjY/T4cAZ5L97dI/AAAAAAAAIEw/7db2Dt55X-M/s400/sakus.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Enquanto estiver vivo, sinta-se vivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se sentir saudades do que fazia, volte a fazê-lo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não viva de fotografias amareladas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Continue, quando todos esperam que desistas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não deixe que enferruje o ferro que existe em você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faça com que em vez de pena, tenham respeito por você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando não conseguir correr através dos anos, trote.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando não conseguir trotar, caminhe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quando não conseguir caminhar, use uma bengala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas nunca se detenha.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Madre Tereza de Calcutá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/7875299428766077009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/sinta-se-vivo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7875299428766077009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7875299428766077009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/sinta-se-vivo.html' title='sinta-se vivo'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FQDmsPmxjY/T4cAZ5L97dI/AAAAAAAAIEw/7db2Dt55X-M/s72-c/sakus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-6093249450059952566</id><published>2012-04-12T07:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-12T07:37:02.031-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rubem Alves"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Se eu fosse você"/><title type='text'>A arte de escutar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9m3SGm1SNQ/T4av__4MsKI/AAAAAAAAIEU/PwLqr5RlOt8/s1600/linda+rosa.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;290&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9m3SGm1SNQ/T4av__4MsKI/AAAAAAAAIEU/PwLqr5RlOt8/s320/linda+rosa.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que as pessoas mais desejam é alguém que as escute de maneira calma e tranqüila. Em silêncio. Sem dar conselhos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem que digam: &quot;Se eu fosse você...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;A gente ama não é a pessoa que fala bonito. É a pessoa que escuta bonito.&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;... A fala só é bonita quando ela nasce de uma longa e silenciosa escuta. É na escuta que o amor começa. E é na não escuta que ele termina.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubem Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/6093249450059952566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/arte-de-escutar.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6093249450059952566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6093249450059952566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/arte-de-escutar.html' title='A arte de escutar'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9m3SGm1SNQ/T4av__4MsKI/AAAAAAAAIEU/PwLqr5RlOt8/s72-c/linda+rosa.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-5966318986884595691</id><published>2012-04-11T18:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T18:35:41.650-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Clarice lispector"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="final de tarde"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="julgar minha vida"/><title type='text'>Julgamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chaQuitTSIo/T4X4mjmDljI/AAAAAAAAIDc/as5ZEQFMjpg/s1600/fim+de+tarde.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;278&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chaQuitTSIo/T4X4mjmDljI/AAAAAAAAIDc/as5ZEQFMjpg/s320/fim+de+tarde.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999;&quot;&gt;Final de tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Antes de julgar a minha vida ou meu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;caráter...calce os meus sapatos e percorra o caminho que eu percorri,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;viva as minhas tristezas, as minhas dúvidas e as minhas alegrias.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Percorra os anos que eu percorri, tropece ...onde eu tropecei e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;levante-se assim como eu fiz. Então só assim poderás julgar. Cada um tem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;a sua própria história, não compare a sua vida com a dos outros, você&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;não sabe como foi o caminho que eles tiveram que trilhar na&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;vida...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/5966318986884595691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/julgamento.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5966318986884595691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5966318986884595691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/julgamento.html' title='Julgamento'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-chaQuitTSIo/T4X4mjmDljI/AAAAAAAAIDc/as5ZEQFMjpg/s72-c/fim+de+tarde.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-8628991474118783277</id><published>2012-04-11T12:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T12:03:50.458-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Martha Medeiros"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ser legal"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TPM"/><title type='text'>Como Ser Legal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLzgkeuBbKQ/T4WctzHOrMI/AAAAAAAAIDU/6f74gycQRcw/s1600/resoiro.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLzgkeuBbKQ/T4WctzHOrMI/AAAAAAAAIDU/6f74gycQRcw/s400/resoiro.jpg&quot; width=&quot;392&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Como Ser Legal&quot; é o nome do livro que o escritor inglês Nick Hornby lançou este ano. Conta a história de um cara que era um chato e que, quando percebe que seu casamento está indo para as cucuias, resolve se transformar num benfeitor, num boa praça: e se torna mais chato ainda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todo mundo quer ser legal, e todo mundo se ferra na empreitada. É difícil ser legal o tempo inteiro. A gente consegue ser legal a maior parte do tempo, mas aí faz uma besteira e pronto: tudo o que você fez de bom é imediatamente esquecido e você se torna apenas aquele que fez a grande besteira. Aí você precisa de mais uns dois meses sendo exclusivamente legal para todo mundo esquecer da besteira. E quando eles esquecem, você faz outra, claro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mas você é legal. Você é simpático com os amigos, dá sempre uma força quando eles precisam. Você puxa papo com o garçom, abre a porta do elevador para sua vizinha entrar, você acaricia a cabeça das criancinhas, você é fiel à sua namorada, você até empresta seus discos. Você é 24 horas por dia legal, até o momento em que sua mãe pede para você almoçar na casa dela, você vai e diz que o suflê está intragável. Está mesmo. Mas ela diz que você fala isso só para implicar, aí você pede desculpas, aí ela diz que você nunca aparece e quando aparece é para reclamar, aí você diz para ela parar de fazer chantagem emocional e aí ela corre para o quarto chorando e você, que achava que sua mãe já estava na menopausa, descobre que ela ainda sofre de TPM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tem hora que é imprescindível chutar o balde. Tem hora que é fundamental deixar a verdade nua e crua vir à tona. Tem hora que você precisa dizer para sua namorada: eu te adoro, mas quero ficar sozinho hoje à noite, qual é o problema? O problema é que ela passa a te odiar. E você passa a achar que não tem vocação pra ser legal o tempo inteiro. E é verdade. Ninguém tem. É cansativo. Desgastante. Já somos legais à beça por tentar. Tem gente que nem isso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/8628991474118783277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/como-ser-legal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8628991474118783277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8628991474118783277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/04/como-ser-legal.html' title='Como Ser Legal'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLzgkeuBbKQ/T4WctzHOrMI/AAAAAAAAIDU/6f74gycQRcw/s72-c/resoiro.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-4742062425435913439</id><published>2012-03-30T09:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T09:28:08.437-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fazer uma pessoa feliz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perfume"/><title type='text'>Perguntas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qdN53YVBR8/TdJHT0YeyWI/AAAAAAAAHC4/K6YbgIC8HhM/s1600/a+flores.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qdN53YVBR8/TdJHT0YeyWI/AAAAAAAAHC4/K6YbgIC8HhM/s1600/a+flores.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Perguntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Quantas vezes você andava na rua e sentiu um perfume e lembrou de alguém que gosta muito?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Quantas vezes você olhou para uma paisagem em uma foto, e não se imaginou lá com alguém?...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Quantas vezes você estava do lado de alguém, e sua cabeça não estava ali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Alguma vez você já se arrependeu de algo que falou dois segundos depois de ter falado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;E você gelou porque o bom daquele momento já passou...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;E aquela música que você não gosta de ouvir porque lembra algo ou alguém que você quer esquecer, mas não consegue?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Não teve aquele dia em que tudo deu errado, mas que no finzinho aconteceu algo maravilhoso?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;E aquele dia em que tudo deu certo, exceto pelo final que estragou tudo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Você já chorou por que lembrou de alguém que amava e não pôde dizer isso para essa pessoa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Você já reencontrou um grande amor do passado e viu que ele mudou?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Para essas perguntas existem muitas respostas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Mas o importante sobre elas não é a resposta em si...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Mas sim o sentimento...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Todos nós amamos, erramos ou julgamos mal...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Todos nós já fizemos uma coisa quando o coração mandava fazer outra...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Então, qual a moral disso tudo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Nem tudo sai como planejamos portanto, uma coisa é certa...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Não continue pensando em suas fraquezas e erros, faça tudo que puder para ser feliz hoje!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Não deite com mágoas no coração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;Não durma sem ao menos fazer uma pessoa feliz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;E comece com você mesmo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/4742062425435913439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/perguntas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4742062425435913439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4742062425435913439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/perguntas.html' title='Perguntas'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4qdN53YVBR8/TdJHT0YeyWI/AAAAAAAAHC4/K6YbgIC8HhM/s72-c/a+flores.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-8767861919498059358</id><published>2012-03-22T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T18:26:45.022-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descomplicar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="direção"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="experiências"/><title type='text'>Descomplicar</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFX89BxK3ts/SXAOPwnDmSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/oAEzZcEQ9tc/s1600/24.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFX89BxK3ts/SXAOPwnDmSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/oAEzZcEQ9tc/s200/24.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Foto- Rose Nakamura&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&quot;Descomplicar é olhar para o coração e ver o importante. Permanecer com o que é real, manter a vida simples. Permitir que a sabedoria natural me guie em direção ao caminho mais fácil. Quando descomplico me torno um aprendiz natural, sem culpa. Passo a rir dos meus erros, agradeço a eles por tornar as coisas mais claras e então continuo a seguir. Todos os dias deixo algo para lá, criando espaço na minha vida para novas ideias e experiências.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/8767861919498059358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/descomplicar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8767861919498059358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/8767861919498059358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/descomplicar.html' title='Descomplicar'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HFX89BxK3ts/SXAOPwnDmSI/AAAAAAAAAe8/oAEzZcEQ9tc/s72-c/24.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-4605302443106989820</id><published>2012-03-22T13:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T13:52:14.177-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mascaras"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="túmulos"/><title type='text'>mascaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaHn6xTZ-LI/T2tYMWKsktI/AAAAAAAAH8c/z0RQqXBcVAg/s1600/vermelha.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaHn6xTZ-LI/T2tYMWKsktI/AAAAAAAAH8c/z0RQqXBcVAg/s320/vermelha.jpg&quot; width=&quot;224&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros se mascaram mas tu não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros usam a virtude&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Para comprar o que não tem perdão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros têm medo mas tu não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;...&amp;nbsp;Porque os outros são os túmulos caiados&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Onde germina calada a podridão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros se calam mas tu não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros se compram e se vendem&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;E os seus gestos dão sempre dividendo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros são hábeis mas tu não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros vão à sombra dos abrigos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;E tu vais de mãos dadas com os perigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Porque os outros calculam mas tu não.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/4605302443106989820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/mascaras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4605302443106989820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4605302443106989820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/mascaras.html' title='mascaras'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaHn6xTZ-LI/T2tYMWKsktI/AAAAAAAAH8c/z0RQqXBcVAg/s72-c/vermelha.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-6905731937366062459</id><published>2012-03-22T11:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T11:56:54.492-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ausência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="omissão"/><title type='text'>Retirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s1600/k4.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s320/k4.jpg&quot; width=&quot;309&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Respeite o silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;a omissão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;a ausência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;É meu movimento de deserção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;...&amp;nbsp;Abandonei o posto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;rompi a corda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;desacreditei de tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Cansei de esperar que finalmente um dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;minha fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;fizesse jus ao seu criado-mudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Flora Figueiredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/6905731937366062459/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/retirada.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6905731937366062459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6905731937366062459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/retirada.html' title='Retirada'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyZ0YJXEycI/SwldyD4YJyI/AAAAAAAADyE/B_4WXahfmzY/s72-c/k4.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-551971872875110711</id><published>2012-03-15T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T12:36:47.194-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abelha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coração honesto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fraquezas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parábolas - porco espinhos"/><title type='text'>Honestidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YrUwUlxEMA/T2IMHocgtKI/AAAAAAAAH3c/Qo6Tk3MS6iU/s1600/com.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;250&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YrUwUlxEMA/T2IMHocgtKI/AAAAAAAAH3c/Qo6Tk3MS6iU/s320/com.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Quando somos honestos sobre nossas limitações e fraquezas, isso faz com que os outros e mesmo Deus nos ajudem no que nos falta. É por isso que a rosa está sempre sorrindo, ela não tenta esconder os espinhos. Os espinhos são tão honestamente visíveis que ainda assim as pessoas querem colher a rosa pela sua fragrância. Deus fica satisfeito com um coração honesto. Por isso Ele sempre mostra como remover os espinhos e alcançar o destino da verdade. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/551971872875110711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/honestidade.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/551971872875110711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/551971872875110711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/honestidade.html' title='Honestidade'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1YrUwUlxEMA/T2IMHocgtKI/AAAAAAAAH3c/Qo6Tk3MS6iU/s72-c/com.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-2461724330105989274</id><published>2012-03-14T08:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T08:41:13.519-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lembrança"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sorriso"/><title type='text'>Sorriso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F26SsgP9o/S2jNLVANjDI/AAAAAAAAEek/C2L4zjck6E0/s1600/silvestre.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F26SsgP9o/S2jNLVANjDI/AAAAAAAAEek/C2L4zjck6E0/s320/silvestre.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&quot;Um sorriso enriquece quem recebe sem tornar pobre quem doa. Um sorriso acontece em um segundo, mas a lembrança dele dura para sempre. Um sorriso traz descanso à exaustão, ânimo à falta de coragem. É o melhor antídoto para os problemas. No entanto, as pessoas estão muito cansadas para dar um sorriso a você. Mesmo assim dê a elas o seu, porque ninguém precisa tanto de um sorriso como aqueles que não têm mais para dar.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/2461724330105989274/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/sorriso.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/2461724330105989274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/2461724330105989274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/sorriso.html' title='Sorriso'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l8F26SsgP9o/S2jNLVANjDI/AAAAAAAAEek/C2L4zjck6E0/s72-c/silvestre.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-6468968069980524868</id><published>2012-03-08T12:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T12:49:39.392-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dia da mulher"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rosas vermelhas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ser mulher"/><title type='text'>Ser mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HddfqZpnnZM/Tvsm80f7grI/AAAAAAAAHtk/6GBIIr-vCiM/s1600/105.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;373&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HddfqZpnnZM/Tvsm80f7grI/AAAAAAAAHtk/6GBIIr-vCiM/s400/105.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ser mulher, vir à luz trazendo a alma talhada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt; para os gozos da vida, a liberdade e o amor,&lt;br /&gt;tentar da glória a etérea e altívola escalada,&lt;br /&gt;na eterna aspiração de um sonho superior...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ser mulher, desejar outra alma pura e alada&lt;br /&gt;para poder, com ela, o infinito transpor,&lt;br /&gt;sentir a vida triste, insípida, isolada,&lt;br /&gt;buscar um companheiro e encontrar um Senhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ser mulher, calcular todo o infinito curto&lt;br /&gt;para a larga expansão do desejado surto,&lt;br /&gt;no ascenso espiritual aos perfeitos ideais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ser mulher, e oh! atroz, tantálica tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;ficar na vida qual uma águia inerte, presa&lt;br /&gt;nos pesados grilhões dos preceitos sociais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Gilka Machado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/6468968069980524868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/ser-mulher.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6468968069980524868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6468968069980524868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/ser-mulher.html' title='Ser mulher'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HddfqZpnnZM/Tvsm80f7grI/AAAAAAAAHtk/6GBIIr-vCiM/s72-c/105.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-7573325304887889354</id><published>2012-03-07T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-07T14:27:52.101-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dúvidas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="esfria"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="esquenta"/><title type='text'>A vida é assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHD5ODIEVA/T1eZwjGwU6I/AAAAAAAAH28/UenFdtU0N5U/s1600/01.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;340&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHD5ODIEVA/T1eZwjGwU6I/AAAAAAAAH28/UenFdtU0N5U/s400/01.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&quot;O correr da vida, embrulha tudo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é assim...&lt;br /&gt;Esquenta, esfria,&lt;br /&gt;Aperta e daí afrouxa,&lt;br /&gt;Sossega e depois desinquieta,&lt;br /&gt;O que ela quer da gente, é coragem&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guimarães Rosa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/7573325304887889354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/vida-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7573325304887889354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/7573325304887889354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/vida-e-assim.html' title='A vida é assim'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pWHD5ODIEVA/T1eZwjGwU6I/AAAAAAAAH28/UenFdtU0N5U/s72-c/01.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-1893569228803296175</id><published>2012-03-06T08:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T08:04:15.758-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="contentamento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="responsabilidade"/><title type='text'>contentamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnTBdxYQ3_E/Tu9AFYSwBlI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GWb089TXaA4/s1600/2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnTBdxYQ3_E/Tu9AFYSwBlI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GWb089TXaA4/s400/2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&quot;Contentamento indica que seus esforços profundos estão realmente sendo recompensados e trazendo aquisições. Contentamento é o preenchimento do seu desejo de progredir. Quanto mais estável em seu contentamento, mais a confiança cresce. O poder do contentamento torna você mais gentil e forte. Você estará sempre avançando, tomando responsabilidade e dizendo sim para grandes tarefas. As oportunidades estarão sempre lá. Você nunca precisará perguntar, porque com contentamento você estará completo. Quando você está completo, naturalmente as coisas acontecem.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohini Panjabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/1893569228803296175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/contentamento.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/1893569228803296175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/1893569228803296175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/contentamento.html' title='contentamento'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnTBdxYQ3_E/Tu9AFYSwBlI/AAAAAAAAHsI/GWb089TXaA4/s72-c/2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-6157961405429099239</id><published>2012-03-05T14:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-03-05T14:36:09.672-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="espelho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lição"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relacionamentos"/><title type='text'>relacionamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu8q3BpNHro/T1T4oiS65xI/AAAAAAAAH20/Nl8QXLlCvUw/s1600/noturno.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;185&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu8q3BpNHro/T1T4oiS65xI/AAAAAAAAH20/Nl8QXLlCvUw/s400/noturno.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visão noturna-cidade de Altamira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foto-Rose Nakamura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.altamirafotos.com.br/&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Visite - Altamira Fotos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“É apenas em nossos relacionamentos que podemos realmente conhecer a nós mesmos. Somos um espelho para o outro. O que damos aos outros - através de nossos pensamentos, sentimentos e atitudes - é o que damos a nós mesmos. Nossos relacionamentos são o verdadeiro exercício, a sala de aula, o laboratório de aprendizagem da nossa vida. Relacionamento não é simplesmente conviver com os outros, mas ter entendimento, construir, alimentar e cuidar. Cada interação traz uma lição. Quanto mais você conhecer a si mesmo no espelho de suas relações mais facilmente você será capaz de compreender os outros.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/6157961405429099239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/relacionamentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6157961405429099239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/6157961405429099239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/03/relacionamentos.html' title='relacionamentos'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tu8q3BpNHro/T1T4oiS65xI/AAAAAAAAH20/Nl8QXLlCvUw/s72-c/noturno.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-5706156182032467275</id><published>2012-02-29T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T14:13:45.572-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="forte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poderoso"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sábio"/><title type='text'>O sábio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ypeeeULkfI/T01KnhCYwGI/AAAAAAAAHx8/_dYNvACUo6w/s1600/campo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;265&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ypeeeULkfI/T01KnhCYwGI/AAAAAAAAHx8/_dYNvACUo6w/s400/campo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Tahoma;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 11px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &quot; Aquele que conhece os outros é sábio.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que conhece a si mesmo é iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vence os outros é forte.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que vence a si mesmo é poderoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que conhece a alegria é rico.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que conserva o seu caminho tem vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja humilde, e permanecerás íntegro.&lt;br /&gt;Curva-te, e permanecerás ereto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esvazia-te, e permanecerás repleto.&lt;br /&gt;Gasta-te, e permanecerás novo.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sábio não se exibe, e por isso brilha.&lt;br /&gt;O sábio não se faz notar, e por isso é notado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sábio não se elogia, e por isso tem mérito.&lt;br /&gt;E, porque não está competindo,&lt;br /&gt;ninguém no mundo pode competir com ele.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao Tse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/5706156182032467275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-sabio.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5706156182032467275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/5706156182032467275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-sabio.html' title='O sábio'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ypeeeULkfI/T01KnhCYwGI/AAAAAAAAHx8/_dYNvACUo6w/s72-c/campo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-3466298266103561803</id><published>2012-02-17T09:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T09:25:26.508-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="José Saramago"/><title type='text'>Definição de filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvXh1IJeKbM/TL1aqXEES4I/AAAAAAAAGNE/3phPsulbl8o/s1600/kk.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvXh1IJeKbM/TL1aqXEES4I/AAAAAAAAGNE/3phPsulbl8o/s200/kk.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;“Filho é um ser que nos foi emprestado para um curso intensivo de como amar alguém além de nós mesmos, de como mudar nossos piores defeitos para darmos os melhores exemplos e de aprendermos a ter coragem. Isto mesmo ! Ser pai ou mãe é o maior acto de coragem que alguém pode ter, porque é expor-se a todo o tipo de dor, principalmente o da incerteza de estar a agir correctamente e do medo de perder algo tão amado. Perder? Como? Não é nosso, recordam-se? Foi apenas um empréstimo”. (José Saramago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/3466298266103561803/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/definicao-de-filho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/3466298266103561803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/3466298266103561803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/definicao-de-filho.html' title='Definição de filho'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvXh1IJeKbM/TL1aqXEES4I/AAAAAAAAGNE/3phPsulbl8o/s72-c/kk.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-494793281402366593</id><published>2012-02-16T11:13:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T11:13:47.595-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="essência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="existência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensar"/><title type='text'>Pense com cuidado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCCcYK_rwkM/Tz0AxLHJjTI/AAAAAAAAHv4/ksOjkZcEhxE/s1600/1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCCcYK_rwkM/Tz0AxLHJjTI/AAAAAAAAHv4/ksOjkZcEhxE/s320/1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Pense com cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fale suavemente,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Viva suavemente,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;E o mundo será&lt;br /&gt;tocado suavemente&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com a essência&lt;br /&gt;de sua existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Mattie J.T. Stepanek )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/494793281402366593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/pense-com-cuidado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/494793281402366593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/494793281402366593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/pense-com-cuidado.html' title='Pense com cuidado'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JCCcYK_rwkM/Tz0AxLHJjTI/AAAAAAAAHv4/ksOjkZcEhxE/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7692765899236707175.post-4572672172567841524</id><published>2012-02-16T08:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T08:38:23.095-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carta"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namorada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="onça"/><title type='text'>A namorada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HbjSyeCHiA/TzzcheBY5II/AAAAAAAAHvw/mcG32t1DMBI/s1600/5.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HbjSyeCHiA/TzzcheBY5II/AAAAAAAAHvw/mcG32t1DMBI/s320/5.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;A namorada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Havia um muro alto entre nossas casas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;Difícil de mandar recado para ela.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;Não havia e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;O pai era uma onça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;A gente amarrava o bilhete numa pedra presa por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;um cordão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;E pinchava a pedra no quintal da casa dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;Se a namorada respondesse pela mesma pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;Era uma glória!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;Mas por vezes o bilhete enganchava nos galhos da goiabeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;E então era agonia.&lt;span class=&quot;apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot; /&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-left;&quot;&gt;No tempo do onça era assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Manoel de Barros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Rosemeire Nakamura&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/feeds/4572672172567841524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/namorada.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4572672172567841524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7692765899236707175/posts/default/4572672172567841524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://akabori.blogspot.com/2012/02/namorada.html' title='A namorada'/><author><name>Rose Nakamura</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104647470818522404688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0c8Yd51ze7E/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAI7o/Es7ec8TDX8E/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7HbjSyeCHiA/TzzcheBY5II/AAAAAAAAHvw/mcG32t1DMBI/s72-c/5.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>