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Há pouco sentia-me dona de algumas verdades, talvez nem fosse um ato consciente. Em um tremendo...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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poucos fui criando coragem para retornar a este espaço tão querido, feito com
tanto amor e dedicação. Saudades dos amigos. A sensibilidade de cada um de
vocês, indiferente à distância, tocou...&lt;br/&gt;
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Kátia, do blog Elos do Saber (http://elosdosaber.blogspot.com)
escreveu dias atrás uma carta endereçada a sua Dor. Comoveu-me profundamente e
eu nem estava pensando na minha que parecia...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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lido textos abençoados nesses dias áridos. E minha querida Vera Alvarenga do blog&amp;nbsp;
http://mulhernaidademadura.blogspot.com/ escreveu algo que veio de encontro a mim.&amp;nbsp;
O texto nasceu...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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mais lindas palavras de amor são ditas no silêncio de um olhar.&amp;nbsp;
Gosto disso. 

Tanto o amor quanto o desamor se
manifestam, em essência, no silêncio. Mas quem ama...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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amigos, descobri escritores e poetas maravilhosos. Li textos que
me fizeram chorar, refletir sobre coisas, e aprendi a relevar tantas outras. Passeando...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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um ano de blog no dia 30 de outubro. E me surpreendo ao lembrar que, essa foi a
data em que me casei, num ano qualquer, há muito tempo. É... Acredite, a gente
se esquece completamente do que...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wUk7BNfLMTPbeO7nPkOVltFPIE4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/wUk7BNfLMTPbeO7nPkOVltFPIE4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Vontade de entender...</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/vontade-de-entender.html</link><category>questionamentos de vida</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 03:52:32 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-2179584056228598489</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-26T08:52:32.784-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kkIVV_BlFdo/TqW1KA8XfgI/AAAAAAAAAZI/ygIXYxf6dBU/s72-c/blog+amigo+imaginario.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Hoje acordei com uma vontade imensa de entender...

Porque o tempo leva com ele nossos porquês?

(aquela criança que tanto perguntava, se cansou?)&amp;nbsp;


Porque seguramos o choro quando...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tfztI07wlmVkgkTTjBsDNvADiOU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tfztI07wlmVkgkTTjBsDNvADiOU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Eu detesto!</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/eu-detesto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 12:28:49 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-8724925816256900486</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T17:28:49.806-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKDWQDK-xJE/TqRz47HFHII/AAAAAAAAAW4/iq58iZz-I7Y/s72-c/blog+RiquezaPobreza1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>A querida Van do maravilhoso blog "Retalhos
do que sou" http://retalhosdoquesou.blogspot.com convidou-me a participar de uma
brincadeira que consiste em dizer através de imagens, 10 coisas das quais...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-LbgUgppjDMkCw6SOUY-xEAphD0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-LbgUgppjDMkCw6SOUY-xEAphD0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Paixão é navegar em barco de papel</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/paixao-e-navegar-em-barco-de-papel.html</link><category>cegueira da paixão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 12:31:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-3602614076736390104</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T17:31:03.581-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-883s5URzAFs/Tp7z8w9iN3I/AAAAAAAAAWg/P7GWL7QWwhQ/s72-c/blog+paix%25C3%25A3o+19-10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&amp;nbsp;Ih... Chegou a sua vez? Está perdidamente
apaixonado? Não sei se dou os pêsames, se desejo boa sorte ou força. Covardia
minha, não é? Mas fique tranqüilo, não terei o poder de aborrecer...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HABG5sodPiU84C5hziM1Z87CeUs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HABG5sodPiU84C5hziM1Z87CeUs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Uma profunda reflexão - 10 coisas que me deixam feliz</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/uma-profunda-reflexao-10-coisas-que-me.html</link><category>reflexão</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 03:57:09 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-2452340826880686640</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-20T08:57:09.703-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xHkLb-vshsg/Tp1s_ZH0S5I/AAAAAAAAAUg/0QIjluEzGuU/s72-c/blog+arcanjo+miguel+17-10.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Há
dias está rolando na blogosfera uma brincadeira que consiste em dizer por meio
de imagens as 10 coisas que te deixam mais feliz e que te fazem bem. Sou uma
canceriana super resistente, e talvez...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2RH4D7LuSponG-IPqiL1oD5_C8/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2RH4D7LuSponG-IPqiL1oD5_C8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2RH4D7LuSponG-IPqiL1oD5_C8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/S2RH4D7LuSponG-IPqiL1oD5_C8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ele me deixou, e agora?</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/ele-me-deixou-e-agora.html</link><category>ex marido</category><category>fim de casamento</category><category>superando o fim da relação</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2011 03:51:06 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-6908875486753205617</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T08:51:06.358-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4s5-B02QIbc/Tph6vnpqK1I/AAAAAAAAAT4/RGoCUxsuJt0/s72-c/blog+eu+me+amo+14-10-2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Li uma reportagem cujo título me soou entranho:
"Dicas para deixar de gostar do ex". As dicas são ótimas, concordo
com todas, mas não acredito que tenham esse poder. Mas não importa, pois deixar...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn8WOssGr3Km8sMqTEvSrSCN1Yc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bn8WOssGr3Km8sMqTEvSrSCN1Yc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Pedro, Inácio e Clara - minhas eternas crianças</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/pedro-inacio-e-clara-minhas-eternas.html</link><category>dia das crianças</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:42:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-890271517864858325</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T19:42:52.901-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wp6Y1daGsk0/TpUek-I5c0I/AAAAAAAAATg/lfJAvstJdlQ/s72-c/DSC09034+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><description>Há
 alguns anos eles não esperam ansiosos o amanhecer do dia 12/10 para 
abrir o presente, e nem escolhem entre os brinquedos usados, um, para ser doado. Não me entregam aquele papelzinho com o nome...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R9iaU_pyMwBnF0qeVz9BJdyCQuw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R9iaU_pyMwBnF0qeVz9BJdyCQuw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mães e o divórcio de pai /filho</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/maes-e-o-divorcio-de-pai-filho.html</link><category>mães poderosas</category><category>pai ausente</category><category>divorcio</category><category>filhos sofrendo</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:43:33 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-6986769822776656879</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-14T19:43:33.488-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQaB8whF9g4/TpMMUrbXfYI/AAAAAAAAATc/B8-OCEUT2u8/s72-c/mae_e_filho+blog+10-10-2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>&amp;nbsp;Divorciar tornou-se simples, o que evita um
sofrimento desnecessário em meio a tantos outros inevitáveis onde o maior deles são os filhos, que recebem a notícia como sentença de morte da...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YjuaYOxKK_JjEUouDw7S3T3KXfY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YjuaYOxKK_JjEUouDw7S3T3KXfY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Manipulação mata o amor</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/10/manipulacao-mata-o-amor.html</link><category>manipulação</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 06:05:46 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-4762388242376942269</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T10:05:46.557-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9nEOMsELE6M/To4CMXGh49I/AAAAAAAAATY/v734Iqo0_eY/s72-c/blog+efeito+06-10-2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Relação de amor não sobrevive à manipulação. Mas convivem por aí mais tempo do que se
imagina.Amor maduro, estruturado para resistir às inevitáveis reveses da vida, &amp;nbsp;carece de respeito....&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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sei como nem porque aconteceu. Aos poucos, eu que dormia como um anjo passei a
dormir cada vez menos. Depois a novela de época exibida às 18hs que eu adorava,
deixou de me interessar. Lia a...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIlHCBO4pq0LWJ5E9LU5yQkckx0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIlHCBO4pq0LWJ5E9LU5yQkckx0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIlHCBO4pq0LWJ5E9LU5yQkckx0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JIlHCBO4pq0LWJ5E9LU5yQkckx0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Experiência válida ou o peso do arrependimento</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/09/experiencia-valida-ou-o-peso-do.html</link><category>diferenças</category><category>casamento</category><category>escolher o parceiro</category><category>semelhanças</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 15:21:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-8419542169034598717</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T19:21:19.465-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rw-kjzi_W6k/ToS5HEsoOOI/AAAAAAAAATM/mw6CvJPiCM4/s72-c/blog+29-09-2011.png" height="72" width="72" /><description>Através de um amigo, li a reportagem de uma
pesquisa feita nos EUA sobre relacionamentos duradouros.Fiquei feliz ao constatar que, nesse território tão
empírico, uma coisa é certa: sou boa...&lt;br/&gt;
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k_2SxLIY42II7BlfHhMP3CShLfc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/k_2SxLIY42II7BlfHhMP3CShLfc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Quem sabe?</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/09/quem-sabe.html</link><category>mudança</category><category>incertezas</category><category>maturidade</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Mon, 03 Oct 2011 15:22:05 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-4056122689511871851</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T19:22:05.905-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mRY_zd1Wexw/ToHdxihYeqI/AAAAAAAAATI/aRfB3RpjDWk/s72-c/blog+27-09-2011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Tenho mudado de opinião com certa
constância ultimamente. Confesso que isso não me agrada. Será que estou ficando
finalmente madura. Ou não?




Pensava coisas que não penso
mais, acreditava naquilo...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uNKtIykdgFm0CZqZiaqkx_3rAKI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uNKtIykdgFm0CZqZiaqkx_3rAKI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>A rosa de Maria.</title><link>http://paragarotasquequeremsecasar.blogspot.com/2011/09/rosa-de-maria.html</link><category>fim de relacionamento</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (marcela)</author><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 07:29:03 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3181810903580991029.post-6246287261942176957</guid><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-26T11:29:03.119-03:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1ejhLnXrLgs/Tn5FfMAji5I/AAAAAAAAATE/OU_qEopc9_0/s72-c/BLOG+roseira.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><description>Quando tudo acabou pouco tínhamos
a dividir. Não havia filhos. Nem animais de estimação. Só uma roseira. Chegou
um dia em casa trazendo-a de presente para mim. Foi amor à primeira vista.
Diferente do...&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;br/&gt;
É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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relacionamento&amp;nbsp;dói em qualquer idade. Para os jovens
namorados ainda enamorados dessa novidade que é amar, a suntuosidade desse
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É hora de casar? É hora de acabar? É essa a pessoa certa?
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