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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;As dores que não cabe no peito são as mesmas dores que marcam o rosto de uma mulher com traços que a vida se encarregou de deixar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Rostos marcados. Vidas também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulheres que ainda buscam a felicidade que procura ter motivos para sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulheres... Mulheres de &lt;b&gt;FÉ&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulher que sabe colocar os joelhos no chão e orar sabe o ofício da vida. Mulheres que aprenderam a esperar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Há... Essas mulheres...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Elas não vacilaram, são incansáveis. Elas se doam, dão vida... Geram vidas. Guerreiras essas mulheres!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulheres que pode se olhar no espelho e ver através de sua imagem um rosto de esperança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Mulheres que souberam chegar com suas lutas e convicções. Chegaram, chegam! Ensinam sem dizer muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Está no olhar o livro da vida. Pra ler precisa ter calma, precisa entender o que essas mulheres têm a dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Mulheres!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Fazer os dias valerem a pena. Viver a verdade, buscar o bem, ser amor em cada gesto... Começar, recomeçar, sonhar... Só tem sentido a vida quando o que vivermos transforma nossa alma, modifica e edifica nossos verbos! Se for para renascer que seja agora, nesse momento... Que nossas dores não deixem amargos os sabores que provamos sem igual. Reconstruamos nossos passos, quando a direção não nos levar a nada. Mas, que saibamos entender que para acertar o caminho, é preciso passar algumas vezes pela mesma estrada. Eis o tempo de esperança... Força pra continuar!&lt;br /&gt;
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Traz no olhar “cansado” alguém que tentou, tentou incansavelmente acertar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Acertar na educação de cada filho sem distinção. Educação na medida do possível, pois era preciso conciliar trabalho, casa e filhos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A pessoa que teve o dom e sabedoria de me construir. Então costumo dizer que GANHEI NA MEGA-SENA, sem precisar ter milhões na conta bancária... Ter caráter, ser pessoa, ter sensibilidade, construir pontes durante a caminhada... Saber ser filha, irmã, amiga... Ser de Deus... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Desde cedo, fui convidada de desbravar o mundo aos 15 anos, a mamãe abria a porta e deixara partir pra que eu pudesse voar... Então voei. Pousei numa Cidade Maravilhosa. Aqui eu aprendi, chorei, decepcionei.... Trabalhei (e continuo a trabalhar) estudei, estudei... Estudo. Aprendo, caio, levanto e sigo &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aprendi a não ter medo a seguir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Então continuo seguindo, tentando, querendo, descobrindo um jeito novo de ser cada vez melhor... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Eu tenho pensado nas pessoas que me somam.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas que perdem seu tempo e energia comigo,&lt;br /&gt;
insistindo de várias formas, para que o meu riso&lt;br /&gt;
seja constante e as preocupações, pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas pessoas que me pegam pela mão e&lt;br /&gt;
me ajudam a atravessar abismos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Eu tenho pensado nas pessoas que fazem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; abrigo no coração, pra eu morar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas que tecem milhares de sorrisos no meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas que constroem inúmeras certezas em cima do meu medo.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas que falam bonito, depois de uma&lt;br /&gt;
tempestade emocional desabar sobre o meu quintal.&lt;br /&gt;
Naquelas que plantam pés de esperança,&lt;br /&gt;
no vaso de entrada, pra encantar meu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquelas pessoas que não desistem da gente, eu agradeço.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Cris Carvalho&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu me experimento inacabado. Da obra, o rascunho. Do gesto, o que não termina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sou como o rio em processo de vir a ser. A confluência de outras águas e o encontro com filhos de outras nascentes o tornam outro. O rio é a mistura de pequenos encontros. Eu sou feito de águas, muitas águas. Também recebo afluentes e com eles me transformo,&lt;br /&gt;
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O que sai de mim cada vez que amo? O que em mim acontece quando me deparo com a dor que não é minha, mas que pela força do olhar que me fita vem morar em mim? Eu me transformo em outros? Eu vivo para saber. O que do outro recebo leva tempo para ser decifrado. O que sei é que a vida me afeta com seu poder de vivência. Empurra-me para reações inusitadas, tão cheias de sentidos ocultos. Cultivo em mim o acúmulo de muitos mundos.&lt;br /&gt;
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Por vezes o cansaço me faz querer parar. Sensação de que já vivi mais do que meu coração suporta. Os encontros são muitos; as pessoas também. As chegadas e partidas se misturam e confundem o coração. É nesta hora em que me pego alimentando sonhos de cotidianos estreitos, previsíveis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas quando me enxergo na perspectiva de selar o passaporte e cancelar as saídas, eis que me aproximo de uma tristeza infértil.&lt;br /&gt;
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Melhor mesmo é continuar na esperança de confluências futuras. Viver para sorver os novos rios que virão.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou inacabado. Preciso continuar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Se a mim for concedido o direito de pausas repositoras, então já anuncio que eu continuo na vida. A trama de minha criatividade depende deste contraste, deste inacabado que há em mim. Um dia sou multidão; no outro sou solidão. Não quero ser multidão todo dia. Num dia experimento o frescor da amizade; no outro a febre que me faz querer ser só. Eu sou assim. Sem culpas.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pe. Fábio de Melo&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Tudo começa quando o seu coração sente p desejo e sonha...Então eu decidir que deveria ir. Mas e o dinheiro? Há e o hotel? Nossa... o almoço, água, café, táxi, ônibus... Comprinhas, mulheres gostam de comprar sempre alguma coisas, isso é “inevitável”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Fui. Cheguei em São Paulo, o lugar onde o sol não é tão freqüente dando lugar á dias nublados com ventos frios... (Carioca está acostumado a sol de 40°C).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Cheguei na cidade, conheci alguns bairros e me arrisquei a andar de ônibus deslocando de onde estava para conhecer a Fnac. Desbravar o mundo dos livros é simplesmente fascinante, com uma amiga tudo fica bem melhor... Passei a tarde lá, era preciso acalmar o coração, que estava ansioso a espera do dia que estava preste a chegar... E nessa espera algumas pessoas já estavam chegando na minha vida, Denise, Eder, Thalise, Juninho... Outros chegaram antes Ana (longa data), Lili, Nínive,Ju, Mayra, Mayara, Fernanda... Chegaram! E nossos corações esperavam a mesma coisa: Ir a gravação prestigiarem as “nossas” meninas, mulheres, “amigas” (que nasceram pela fé).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Era um momento único... IMPORTANTE... para elas e para nós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Chegou à hora tão esperada, sonhada, imaginada... Chegou! E tudo o que foi preparado para este momento cada detalhe, palco, iluminação, som, vozes, instrumentos, vídeos e os convidados... Tudo SIMPLESMENTE LINDO, EMOCIONANTE, ETERNO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Eternizar momentos como este nos edifica e perceber que a FÉ de fato vai muito além do que os nossos olhos podem ver como diz Padre Zezinho, viver de fé, acreditar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;“Quando o passarinho está pronto, agente abre a porta da gaiola para que ele possa cantar em outros lugares”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Pe. Zezinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Elas voaram... desbravaram cidades, lugares... passaram e deixaram gotas de um Deus imenso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Volto para casa com um coração agraciado por este momento que vai se eternizando, gotas de Deus iluminando a minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Obrigada, por tudo, karla, Déia,&amp;nbsp; Dalva, Lili, Ana e Nínive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Um abraço apertado em cada um... Que sejamos eternos um na vida do outro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;Letícia Souza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Viver o desafio de cada dia, transformar-se. Deixar ser renovada (o) com a chegada de cada sol. Perceber que lua vem pra iluminar os caminhos durante a noite. Lua, luz, caminhos... Suntuosa, clara e intensa luz a iluminar os caminhos dos corajosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sinto a luz bem mais perto, brisa, sol. Calmaria... A paz invade a minh’alma. Eu me entrego, me lanço, vou mais fundo. Profundo. Nesse encontro, me sinto, permito ser e deixar ser.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quero tudo, ser intensa, avassaladora. Mas a paz que me invade nesse momento, me seduz e convence deixando totalmente tudo em uma verdadeiro equilíbrio. Eu que muitas vezes esqueço tudo e enfio os pés pelas mãos.... Há pés, que me faz lembrar que eu ainda preciso muito caminhar. O caminho a ser percorrido é longo e cheio de desafios. Irei encontrar muitos espinhos, alguns vão doer bastante, outros irão inflamar... Porém irá passar, logo chegará o tempo das flores, muitas flores nessa caminhada, muitos serão os perfumes e é chegada a hora de identificar com calma o cheiros que estão por toda parte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caminhar... Ainda é preciso, viver desafiar-se sempre para o novo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Vamos vivendo, mesmo que sentado num sofá… Uns vermelhos, outros  amarelos, verdes…. Cada um com a sua cor, seu cenário… Ver  o movimento  do vento, de cada passo, observando o vai e vem das pessoas…. Os dias  certamente vão seguir (é preciso de força pra continuar) Mas é bom  sentar e observar todo o acontecimento a volta, faz bem, acredite!&lt;br /&gt;
É bom dar uma pausa, descansar a vida agitada…. Esperar …&lt;br /&gt;
Esperamos tantos, e tantas coisas, esperamos email de alguém querido,  torpedo do namorado (a) no celular dizendo “Te amo”, uma carta de um  amigo distante…. Esperamos um amigo que se foi embora voltar…&lt;br /&gt;
Vivemos o tempo todo esperando algo, alguém… Sonhos a se realizar…. É inevitável….&lt;br /&gt;
Disfarçamos, tanto, querermos nos enganar que não estamos vivendo essa  espera, mas chega uma hora em que os olhos vão falar, vão se hidratar e  certamente as lágrimas virão sejam por felicidade ou por frustração…  Elas aparecem, vem dizer exatamente o que o coração tá cheio….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico…&lt;br /&gt;
Por que Tb quero esperar…&lt;br /&gt;
Reencontrar;&lt;br /&gt;
Amar;&lt;br /&gt;
Viver;&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhar;&lt;br /&gt;
Ler; reler;&lt;br /&gt;
Refazer….&lt;br /&gt;
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E assim continuar…. A esperar… O novo chegar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Le Souza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7166357147456200084-7017068672003021856?l=lesouzarjj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia 14 de maio de 2011, fui a um evento católico prestigiar o grupo Cantores de Deus, grupo que existe já algum tempo, evangelizando pessoas por onde passam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi um momento impar, estou a degustar o sabor que elas deixaram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu cresci e elas amadureceram na vida, na fé, na missão... Indescritível. Cantaram músicas novas, outras antigas com novos arranjos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entre uma música e outra, um momento pra falar da pessoa mais importante que havia nos trazido ali: Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Evangelizar através da arte (música) é sem dúvida a ponte que nos faz entender melhor o desígnio de Deus, na vida dos que servem (Cantores que dedicam sua vida pra Deus) e dos que estavam ali para vê-las, e sentir de fato qual é o chamado de Deus na nossa vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Momentos assim, nem sempre é possível se o coração não estiver aberto pra receber a graça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desejei tanta gente naquele momento, pensei em tantos que moram tão longe e que não poderia estar ali, pra poder participar do banquete desta noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O show de sábado tinha cheiro de Deus, tinha sabor de santidade, era um frio sendo aquecido pelo doce Espírito Santo dos que lá estavam.&lt;br /&gt;
Deus é assim, usa da simplicidade, sabendo de toda a limitação, escolhendo como setas, meninas, mulheres de força, olho de águia a inquietar, numa noite onde era pra tudo ser normal, não foi e certamente não será, pelo simples fato de ter modificado a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;Inquietou a minha alma transformou o meu jeito de olhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;O show foi assim... E é assim que to saboreando tudo o que pude sentir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;A missão é assim, o poder de encontrar pessoas e trazer pra perto com o intuito de deixar marcas do eterno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Beijos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;Letícia Souza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Um sofrimento, uma tragédia... Mortes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma barbaridade... Sonhos que foram interrompidos, pais que perderam seus filhos precocemente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Laços que foram rompidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje familiares, amigos, vizinhos todos de luto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Era uma quinta feira onde tudo era pra ser comum. Não foi. E não será. Não para essas famílias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enterrar os filhos, pais que precisam dar adeus. Mães que tem que tirar forças de suas entranhas para enterrar seus grandes amores. Vidas que foram tiradas numa tragédia por falta de amor próprio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pessoas que precisam reinventar os dias que virão, a vida que precisa ser continuada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(...) Aprender a lidar com pessoas queridas que partiram sem se despedir, sem dar um último abraço... Foram sem dar ADEUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Despedidas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Termino por aqui, por também preciso aprender a continuar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Uma prece, pra Deus....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ouvi dizer recentemente sobre a idade da mudança. Não há &lt;b&gt;regra&lt;/b&gt; para isso, aliás, &lt;b&gt;para nada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Alguns mudam bem antes de escolherem, outros a vida é espécie de migração.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho vivido as &lt;u&gt;minhas próprias mortes&lt;/u&gt;! E, não vejo essa morte como  &lt;u&gt;apenas perdas&lt;/u&gt;. A morte de alguns sentimentos, a morte de uma rotina, a&lt;u&gt;  morte&lt;/u&gt; de um &lt;u&gt;comodismo&lt;/u&gt;, a morte de algo que nos faz mal… Pois, sim… &lt;u style="color: red;"&gt;Há  mortes que geram vidas. Há mortes positivas&lt;/u&gt;. É dessas que falo… São  essas que vivo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Viver &amp;amp; Morrer.&lt;br /&gt;
Viveremos a nossa própria vida, morremos a nossa própria morte. Apenas a  nós é dada a possibilidade de sabermos os custos para a consolidação  das mesmas. Nem sempre quando se perde, é perda. Nem sempre quando se  ganha, realmente estamos no ganho.&lt;br /&gt;
Viver é a arte de desapegar. Contrariando tantos ditados, eu concordo  com os desapegos de tudo aquilo que ficamos dependentes afetivamente ou  materialmente… Não digo por ordem, nem como exemplo, digo por  consciência… E a consciência já é um passo…&lt;br /&gt;
(…)&lt;br /&gt;
Na mudança eu levo momentos numa caixinha, palavras que um dia ouvi.  Gestos que marcaram, músicas que ficaram, roupas velhas… Livros de  sempre… Lençóis com cheiro de mãe… Um pendulo.  Levo saudades daqueles  que eu deixei em algum ponto na minha história, mas apenas levo como  saudade, o tempo já passou e com ele o desejo de revê-los.&lt;br /&gt;
Levo as distancias que merecem ser respeitas. Trago na mala não tudo que  conquistei mas, apenas o necessário para “continuar” ou recomeçar…&lt;br /&gt;
(…)&lt;br /&gt;
Para que tanto papel se com os anos as palavras também amarelam?&lt;br /&gt;
Será que conseguimos renovar sempre o que dizemos na intensidade?! Vejo que não…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Karla Fioravante)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Foi um tempo meio&amp;nbsp;sofrido mesmo, cheio de lágrimas e decepções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Houve muitas mudanças...algumas que eu tanto desejava (trabalho), outras que&amp;nbsp;eu nem esperava...mas todas que me fizeram, certamente,&amp;nbsp;mudar....mudar a maneira de pensar, de esperar, de olhar...mudei simplesmente de dentro pra fora, doeu, e ainda dói muito... Mas nada como um novo ano pra começar tudo de novo e TOTALMENTE diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que ainda sofro por por não saber lidar com ela...é como um brinquedo novo cheio de suas novas tecnologias que ainda não sei mexer... E como sempre demoro muito tempo pra aprender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Esse&amp;nbsp;ano&amp;nbsp;descobri que&amp;nbsp;todo ser humano, até mesmo aquele que parece ou quer parecer mais perfeito,&amp;nbsp;é cheio de&amp;nbsp;defeitos,&amp;nbsp;de fraquezas...E percebo que esse ser humano&amp;nbsp;tem uma capacidade imensa de me surpreender tanto para o&amp;nbsp;bem quanto para o mal...isso é fato!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ainda bem que diante de TUDO tanto dos dias felizes como deixar ser encontrada por alguém que teve paciência pra querer ser minha amiga e subir junto com ela pra colocar o seu anel de formatura... Como também beber um vinho numa confraternização de Natal numa quinta feira... Tudo isso foi fundamental...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Terminar 2010 com minha familia se amando como nunca havia visto... Ter nossa união...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2011... É de fato o ano da mudança... de novos projetos... onde eu posso escolher amigos novos e decentes... que ao invés de me afundar em coisas fúteis, me ajude a ser melhor, descobrindo comigo que o bom da vida está de fato em coisas que passam na simplicidade dos dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Que venha 2011...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ps.: Obrigada meninas pelo almoço lindo aqui em casa... vamos repetir mais vezes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ps2.: A vc que soube sem pressa me esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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É por isso que peço a Deus a simplicidade de descobrir quem sou, mesmo sabendo a quantidade de defeitos que tenho, o importante é saber o que estou fazendo com eles (os defeitos).&lt;br /&gt;
Olho pra algumas atitudes, e penso como conseguir acreditar que aquele jeito de ser era correto?! Hoje mesmo sabendo que não é fácil, tento clarear as minhas intenções, buscando a cada dia a coerência de fazer a coisa certa.&lt;br /&gt;
Não adianta justificar nada do que faço para os outros, a minha felicidade depende só de mim. A minha felicidade só será possível quando a partir da minha busca, me sinto completa sendo quem sou... E só ficará ao meu lado, aquele(a) que sabe entender os meus silêncios, as minhas fraquezas, verdades... Os que definitivamente tenha o intuito de poldar na hora certa e de deixar voar na hora certa...&lt;br /&gt;
O que vale a pena é ser definitivamente feliz sendo quem sou....&lt;br /&gt;
E só ficará ao meu lado quem soube com paciência ouvir o som do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;
É isso....&lt;br /&gt;
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Em processo.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Leva um tempo pra amar, leva um tempo pra construir e pra seguir leva muito mais tempo que possa imaginar...&lt;br /&gt;
Leva um tempo pra tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;
Não é fácil... Porém é &amp;nbsp;necessário desse tempo longo pra voltar (se um dia voltar).&lt;br /&gt;
Estou vivendo, dias normais... dias simples... dias apenas... vivendo como quem espera chegar o fim...&lt;br /&gt;
Que fim? qual fim? que tipo de fim... "The End"&lt;br /&gt;
São muitas as perguntas, estas no momento sem respostas... não preciso respondê-las. Não agora... um dia quem sabe... e quem sabe até mesmo um final feliz... talvez...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje 01 de dezembro de 2010, ando me esforçando ao extremo pra entender tudo. Penso que esses três últimos anos de igreja não passaram de “perda de tempo” muitas foram as “mentiras” que pude ouvir... E chega uma hora que a mente cansa, e o que move o coração a acreditar já não tem mais forças, logo penso: tenho fé? Quero acreditar que sim... Tento não desacreditar num Deus que aprendi na catequese. Por que um dia alguém teve a preocupação de me falar sobre Ele (Deus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porém tudo isso foi rompido de uma única vez... Acredito que não foi intencional, mas aconteceu. Tudo perdeu o sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perdi a esperança de acreditar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sempre levei Deus a serio em tudo na minha vida, sempre respeitei cada coisa, cada detalhe, cada missa, cada sacramento, cada sim e cada não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoje existe um esforço pra estar, muitas das vezes estou fisicamente, mas minha mente vive em “outro mundo” não existe um foco dos pensamentos, eles simplesmente voam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A missa já não me prende, por que já não acredito em muitas partes dela. A Eucaristia parece passar desapercebido diante dos meus olhos, não me prende, é como alguém tivesse me contado o segredo da mágica. (É como se tivesse me contado que Papai Noel não existe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então eu sofro por não acreditar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Radical? Talvez... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lá em casa, ouço falar sobre advento, espera, natal, expectativas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Já não tenho mais essas coisas, impregnadas na minha vida, no meu olhar... Parece que o natal perdeu todo o sentido, antes tinha algo que motivava a querer saber que íamos a missa celebrar o “nascimento” de Jesus, que a missa seria linda, que a chegada em casa teria coisas gostosas pra comer... Chegar com toda a família e agradecer, depois falar sobre as coisas boas que aconteceram, que a missa foi linda... como todos os anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo isso acabou....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Triste ter um sentimento assim... Mas é real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Letícia Souza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7166357147456200084-1055829413478268836?l=lesouzarjj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Determinados sentimentos não se descreve.... Apenas sente e guarda no lugar mais seguro (coração).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Essa lona foi totalmente diferente de todas as outras, tinha algo ali que me deixava sensível aos olhos... E aos ouvido... É preciso ter calma pra sentir a música, é preciso ter sensibilidade pra perceber Deus em cada nota, em cada musica em cada olhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O show foi “Dentro de casa” o cenário era esse. É dentro de casa que o céu começa, é dentro de casa que acolhemos os amigos, os que verdadeiramente nos amam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;É bom saber que fui convidada à fazer parte dessa família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Muito obrigada Aline e cia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beijos em todos que "enfrentaram o medo” e foi ser parte da nossa amizade “dentro de casa”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Letícia Souza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Lona 27.11.2010) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7166357147456200084-1960610571230147153?l=lesouzarjj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu vou pro mar&lt;br /&gt;
Fecho os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
E sinto você chegar"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Minha manhã de 2ª feira foi assim....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ninguém visivelmente havia chegado, até por que o nosso encontro foi marcado. Só eu e Ele sabíamos, fomos fazer as pazes.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele diz e insiste em precisar de mim, em depender-se de algo que na verdade não precisa.&lt;br /&gt;
Agente brigou feio! eu gritei com Ele, falei coisas que jamais(talvez) pensou em ouvir de mim, mas na minha irritação absurda acabou ouvindo.... Até me arrepnedi depois de ter falado tanta besteira que poderia ter magoado e ferido o seu coração, mas não magoou por que Ele é misericórdia...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu gritava, como se ele fosse surdo... Ele falava cada vez mais baixo e eu não conseguia ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;
Fui ficando cada vez mais longe, magoada por tudo o que havia acontecido e Ele não me protegeu. Era assim que pensava naquele momento de raiva e dor.&lt;br /&gt;
Então marcamos um encontro eu e Ele apenas... ninguém mais!&lt;br /&gt;
Não precisávamos de opinião dos ficam como espectadores de fora torcendo pra dar errado ou certo.&lt;br /&gt;
Precisava de um momento nosso, como antes, que éramos muito felizes, e por motivos dos espectadores deixei por alguns meses o nosso amor se perder.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele nunca desistiu de mim, o tempo todo me procurava, me lembrando que estava sempre "alí", mas a mágoa e a falta de perdão não me permitia ama-lo novamente.&lt;br /&gt;
Esse foi o motivo do nosso encontro....&lt;br /&gt;
Aos espectadores, informo que estamos fazendo as pazes eu e Ele...&lt;br /&gt;
Pedi perdão por todas as palavras ditas naquela noite, fria e triste, falei pra ele que nunca deixei de ama-lo, nenhum dia, só não queria admitir que minha vida sem Ele, tava totalmente sem brilho, que viver sem sua presença é como não ter destino, foco, luz...&lt;br /&gt;
Ele havia ficado triste com minha ausência, mas que esperava ansioso por minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;
Nos abraçamos forte, pude sentir o seu coração batendo forte naquele abraço...&lt;br /&gt;
Então estamos reconstruindo aos poucos essa ponte que foi quebrada, precisamos de tempo e espera...&lt;br /&gt;
Apresento as vocês, queridos espectadores, a pessoa de quem estou falando....Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
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Um beijo bem apertado, demorado aos espectadores que me ajudaram nesse encontro...&lt;br /&gt;
Penha por sua paciência e ajuda durante a madrugada no telefone;&lt;br /&gt;
Aline, por seus conselhos tão cheios de sabedoria, incentivo e coragem;&lt;br /&gt;
Carol, por sua preocupação qto a minha ausência;&lt;br /&gt;
Tata, por seu incentivo, e por não ter desistido qdo eu muitas das vezes não ter mais forças pra seguir;&lt;br /&gt;
Fabiano, por sua insistência, conselho, carinho, palavra de conforto, AÇÃO e ORAÇÃO; &lt;br /&gt;
Minha família, por TODO e total apoio, respeito e silêncio qdo eu + precisei... Valeu!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;No deserto tudo é muito difícil.... E estar em um é simplesmente sentir –se só, estar realmente só, fato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To num “tal deserto”.... Mas e aí? Como é q se faz pra sair dele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Olho para um lado, nada... para o outro nada... à frente existe apenas a areia, esta é a companheira dos meus pés cansados de caminhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por ora esta areia é aconchegante, a massageia os meus pés cansados, em outro momento ela me deixa com os músculos das pernas cansados demais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As vezes desejo água e companhia pra atravessar esse deserto com mais suavidade, por que com alguém do lado parece que o caminho fica mais curto, ou melhor mais rápido, não é mesmo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando olho para trás vejo que o vento vai apagando a minha pegadas e tenho a sensação de que não sair do lugar, é como se tivesse sempre dando o primeiro passo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que a chegada está distante;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que nunca vou encontrar a fonte;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que as areias deixam os meus olhos turvos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que o vento vai me levando;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Parece que Deus nem se lembra que eu preciso d’Ele pra continuar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto caminho pergunto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por que Ele permitiu isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Por que Eu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Será que Ele sabe que dói atravessar um deserto imenso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então que amor é esse que me faz passar por isso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto vou tentando chegar em algum lugar que nem sei onde fica, qual o nome, levo os sinais no rosto cansado, nos pés rachados do sol quente e do vento sob o olhar que não soube escolher a sua volta, não soube entender os sinais e se perdeu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Então eu continuo a caminhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tem doido tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deus, parece estar cada dia mais distante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E eu muito mais distante d'Ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7166357147456200084-7383679654601347260?l=lesouzarjj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dia: 27.11.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hora: 20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Vontade de desistir de tudo... da vida... Queria apenas um lugar onde eu pudesse ficar bem quietinha, sem barulhos, num silêncio que só eu e Deus possa ficar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;As ruas estão sempre movimentadas, com carros por todos os lado e seus altos falantes, os shoppings lotados com seus consumidores descontrolados, cinema e suas filas gigantescas e um certo ti-ti-ti daqui outro ali... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Os dias passam e parecem inacabados feito o mar e todo os seu horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Eu só queria mesmo era um pouco de paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Será que estou pedindo muito?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Ps.: Faltam 101 dia para 2011... “d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Tem um bom tempo que não escrevo nada, nada... hoje me inspirei...rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Ps.: Alicia já tem 2 dentinhos... fofa demais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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width: 820px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A primeira letra do alfabeto é também a primeira letra da palavra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;e se acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;importantíssima por isso!&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;se escreve "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; que é uma inútil vontade de pedir ao tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;para voltar atrás e com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; se dá o tipo de tchau mais triste que existe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ah, é com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; que se faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;abracadabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, palavra que se diz capaz de transformar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;sapo em príncipe e vice-versa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;se diz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;belo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; - que é tudo que faz os olhos pensarem ser coração; e se dá a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;bênção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, um sim que pretende dar sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;calendário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que é onde moram os dias e o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;carnaval&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, esta oportunidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;praticamente obrigatória de ser feliz com data marcada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Civilizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; é quem já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;aprendeu a cantar ´parabéns pra você` e sabe o que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;contrato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: "você isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu aquilo, com assinatura embaixo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, se chega à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;dedução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, o caminho entre o "se" e o "então"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com D começa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;defeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que é cada pedacinho que falta para se chegar à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;perfeição e se pede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma palavra que pretende ser beijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;E tem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;efêmero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, quando o eterno passa logo; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que é o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;resto da noite, se alguém recortar as estrelas; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, um tango que ainda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;não foi feito. E tem também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;eba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma forma de agradecimento muito utilizada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;por quem ganhou um pirulito, por exemplo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;é para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fantasia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, qualquer tipo de "já pensou se fosse assim?"; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fábula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;história que poderia ter acontecido de verdade, se a verdade fosse um pouco mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;maluca; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; que é toda certeza que dispensa provas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;A sétima letra do alfabeto é&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; que fica irritadíssima quando a confundem com o J. G,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que serve para prender todo mundo - uns dentro, outros fora;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;goleiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, alguém em quem se pode botar a culpa do gol; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: carne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;osso, alma e sentimento, tudo isso ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Depois vem o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;H &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: quando todas as palavras do dicionário ficam à&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;disposição de quem quiser contar qualquer coisa que tenha acontecido ou sido inventada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;idade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, aquilo que você tem certeza que vai ganhar de aniversário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;queira ou não queira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; por onde entra tudo que é lá fora e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;jasmim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que tem a sorte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de ser flor e ainda tem a graça de se chamar assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, onde a gente fica pensando se está melhor ou pior do que aqui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, sumo que sai pelos olhos quando se espreme o coração, e de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, coisa que quem não tem só pode ser completamente louco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; quando vivem os sonhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;noiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, moça que geralmente usa branco por fora e vermelho por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;óbvio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, não precisa explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, algo que os homens inventaram e então inventaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;que foi Deus que inventou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;tudo que tem um não sei quê de não sei quê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;rebolar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; o que se tem que fazer pra chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;é de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;sagrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, tudo o que combina com uma cantata de Bach; de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; aquilo que você está louco pra contar; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: quando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;o beijo é maior que a boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;é de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;talvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, resposta melhor que ´não`, uma vez que ainda deixa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;meio bamba, uma esperança... de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, um muito que até ficou tonto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;testemunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: quem por sorte ou por azar, não estava em outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; um ái que ainda é arrepio; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; que anuncia o começo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de outra coisa; e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;: tudo que, pela facilidade de virar nenhum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;pede cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vem o&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;um termo injusto com a palavra nada; de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;volúvel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; uma pessoa que ora quer o que quer, ora quer o que querem que ela queira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;E chegamos ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, uma incógnita... X de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;xingamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que é uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;ou frase destinada a acabar com a alegria de alguém; e de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;xô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;única palavra do dicionário das aves traduzida para o português.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;é a última letra do alfabeto, que alcançou a glória quando foi usada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;pelo Zorro... Z de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;zaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, algo que serve para o goleiro não se sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;o único culpado; de "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;zebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;, quando você esperava liso e veio listrado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;zíper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; fecho que precisa de um bom motivo pra ser aberto; e de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="line-height: 20px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;zureta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;que é como fica a cabeça da gente ao final de um dicionário inteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;(Gilmara Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: normal; font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#c00000;"&gt;&lt;em style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7166357147456200084-4377873269784673339?l=lesouzarjj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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