<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454</id><updated>2024-11-05T23:44:31.556-03:00</updated><category term="# poema"/><category term="#poema"/><category term="#pensamento"/><category term="#texto"/><category term="#frase"/><category term="#música"/><category term="#imagem"/><category term="#poemas"/><category term="mary e tia nega"/><title type='text'>Mary &amp;amp; Tia Nega</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>574</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-7642435141444486342</id><published>2020-02-07T12:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2020-02-07T12:22:28.037-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas</title><content type='html'>E quando tudo está dando certo&lt;br /&gt;
O tão confiante exala orgulho&lt;br /&gt;
Como se tudo dependesse de seus atos somente&lt;br /&gt;
Como se nada mais além de sua força existisse&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a dor chega um dia para todos&lt;br /&gt;
Neste momento vem o questionamento&lt;br /&gt;
Onde eu errei&lt;br /&gt;
Falta-lhe tudo , mesmo que tudo tenha&lt;br /&gt;
Não vislumbra saída&lt;br /&gt;
Sua dor não pode ser entendida&lt;br /&gt;
A alma grita por socorro&lt;br /&gt;
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O apego a DEUS é instantâneo&lt;br /&gt;
Assim como culpar a DEUS também&lt;br /&gt;
A voz que grita &quot;meus DEUS porque&quot; clichê dos fracos&lt;br /&gt;
Hipócritas...&lt;br /&gt;
Pois até então DEUS nem existia&lt;br /&gt;
Atribuindo-lhe&amp;nbsp; invisível&amp;nbsp; culpa por todo mal que lhe assola&lt;br /&gt;
Fechando os olhos a seus próprios erros&lt;br /&gt;
Pateticamente se eximindo de suas escolhas&lt;br /&gt;
Chora sem justificar o teor de suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo sabendo que são frutos de tudo que plantou.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/7642435141444486342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2020/02/escolhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/7642435141444486342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/7642435141444486342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2020/02/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-2862352316296022464</id><published>2019-07-22T14:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2019-07-22T14:26:49.290-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Em algum lugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;O amor traz consigo a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Mas também muitas alegrias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;As lembranças mais bonitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Os sonhos mais intensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Mas tenho que faze-lo adormecer em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Não posso gritar sua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Nem tão pouco dizer ao mundo que tudo acabou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Vou guardar tudo que sinto em um lugar muito lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Porque esse amor retem em mim a essência do universo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Foi o único que causou e ainda me causa arrepios sem me tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi encontro de almas&lt;br /&gt;O tempo que ficou marcado pra toda eternidade&lt;br /&gt;É infinito, é eterno&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que ele irá causar&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dores as angustias fazem parte de caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor em sua complexidade nem sempre pode ser vivido em plenitude&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes deve ser guardado&lt;br /&gt;Esquecido, amordaçado&lt;br /&gt;E seguir em frente é necessário&lt;br /&gt;Não foi o planejado&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi o único resultado&lt;br /&gt;Amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez amar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Depois guardar e bem guardado&lt;br /&gt;O amor que nunca sera revelado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas só o amor verdadeiro causa arrepio de almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Só &amp;nbsp;esse amor faz as lágrimas&amp;nbsp;caírem do lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #37404e; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;lucida grande&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;tahoma&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;verdana&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Do falar, do ler. só o amor verdadeiro tem essa necessidade do saber como o outro está.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/2862352316296022464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/07/em-algum-lugar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2862352316296022464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2862352316296022464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/07/em-algum-lugar.html' title='Em algum lugar'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-2717386910737469607</id><published>2019-07-22T14:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-07-22T14:25:38.711-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Abra os olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Abra os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Saia da ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;É preferível sentir a dor do que causa-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Ser magoado do que magoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Sofrer do que fazer sofrer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Porque a dor da culpa  é muito maior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #1d2129; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;Hoje você não vê &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/2717386910737469607/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/07/abra-os-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2717386910737469607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2717386910737469607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/07/abra-os-olhos.html' title='Abra os olhos'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-4969890916556466606</id><published>2019-02-11T10:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-12T09:07:40.145-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Menina Maluca </title><content type='html'>Não sei como aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;
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Talvez um flerte a la Romeu&lt;/div&gt;
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Que me deixou enfeitiçado&lt;/div&gt;
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E o amor deixei guardado&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma iniciativa então tomei&lt;/div&gt;
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E de coragem me firmei&lt;/div&gt;
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Com uma surpresa, do nada&lt;/div&gt;
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O inesperado aconteceu&lt;/div&gt;
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Fui ligado e desconectado&lt;/div&gt;
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Sempre achei que sabia tudo&lt;/div&gt;
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Que eram tudo flores e barbada&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas não pude com o dobro e uma pedalada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vivendo e aprendendo&lt;/div&gt;
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Que nessa vida tudo se pode&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Essa paixão que nos invadiu intensamente&lt;/div&gt;
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Essa menina maluca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não sai mais da minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/4969890916556466606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/02/menina-maluca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/4969890916556466606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/4969890916556466606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2019/02/menina-maluca.html' title='Menina Maluca '/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-5405364148244542051</id><published>2016-12-16T07:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-12T15:57:16.253-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Altar de DEUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu estive procurando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Por um lugar só meu, onde houvesse paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu vi o inimigo, deixei me dominar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Não sabia como lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Pedia misericórdia, buscava por um alivio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Tantas eram as dores no corpo e na alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Nem sabia eu que já tinha sido&amp;nbsp;escolhida pra vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;E bastou uma atitude, uma decisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;De crer, de me entregar e sacrificar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Sacrificar sim, o meu eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Sacrificar as minhas vontades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Colocar minha vida no altar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Entrega-la em tuas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;E mesmo errante, imperfeita&amp;nbsp;e pecadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Deus com seu infinito amor fez tudo mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu vivia na escuridão, e vi o sol raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu que era só tristeza, transbordei de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu que me sentia tão pequena, virei uma gigante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Eu que já não tinha mais forças, me levantei para lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;E finalmente a minha procura sessou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;O lugar que procurava eu encontrei em mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Assim que te recebi espirito do meu DEUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Nada pode descrever o quão maravilhoso é te ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;Obrigada meu DEUS E SENHOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #686868;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/5405364148244542051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/12/altar-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5405364148244542051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5405364148244542051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/12/altar-de-deus.html' title='Altar de DEUS'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-4805837270591425703</id><published>2016-08-04T08:39:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-08-04T08:39:01.414-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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Há se as pessoas soubessem&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu soubesse no passado o que sei hoje...&lt;br /&gt;
Queria poder tirar a venda dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
E te mostrar esse &amp;nbsp;mundo maravilhoso &lt;br /&gt;
Há... Quanta paz existe dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Quão maravilhoso é estar em tua presença meu senhor&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo no deserto encontro maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;
Pois sei que estás ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Segurando minha mão&lt;br /&gt;
Já vislumbro o oásis a minha frente&lt;br /&gt;
E descanso em tua presença. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/4805837270591425703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/08/fe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/4805837270591425703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/4805837270591425703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/08/fe.html' title='Fé'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1yqwgIGfQofuSest35I_pQ78Ldp81lkJqJlaxJAl8YtKUuELq3jXY6Inj4WgaCkdIk4BhBwS85h4_Kn98TpUiQfVIcx7GKXz1wxHqlArCbSyIKDoDdqhvondHk8ekiAOKZI4vmXtD9Bk/s72-c/oasis.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-1259696450276431028</id><published>2016-05-24T08:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-24T08:06:18.721-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Basta crer.</title><content type='html'>Sei que se me veres cair&lt;br /&gt;
Correra e estenderá &amp;nbsp;a mão para me levantar&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu fraquejar estará comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Me dando força e alento para prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje sei que nunca estou nem estive só&lt;br /&gt;
Eu com meu egoísmo só não percebia a tua presença&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje sei que basta te pedir e o socorro vem&lt;br /&gt;
Basta entregar minha vida a ti&lt;br /&gt;
E tudo se faz novo&lt;br /&gt;
Porque tu és o meu DEUS.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/1259696450276431028/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/05/basta-crer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/1259696450276431028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/1259696450276431028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/05/basta-crer.html' title='Basta crer.'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-6383791107891437622</id><published>2016-02-23T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T09:10:39.574-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoFCOawxZsUDwmobxRoTvO8pgZoBLR66RSanucexnMTt8X5dxcZ3Ac4U5earkiz4w-uT0yGaFNDppvRkiArtSr3LPHn-3_FpdVg1oeZueoDbDovSclEez84w_wrUlVUbRZxAprJHk-p0/s1600/293674_177838428961436_100002058402756_366342_1768537112_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;212&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoFCOawxZsUDwmobxRoTvO8pgZoBLR66RSanucexnMTt8X5dxcZ3Ac4U5earkiz4w-uT0yGaFNDppvRkiArtSr3LPHn-3_FpdVg1oeZueoDbDovSclEez84w_wrUlVUbRZxAprJHk-p0/s320/293674_177838428961436_100002058402756_366342_1768537112_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Nunca esqueça sua importância no mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Você é um ser único, por isso essencial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Sua vida só depende de você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;E DEUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Seja o que quiser ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas viva um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;Alimente suas alegrias para que elas se multipliquem&lt;br /&gt;Não alimentem suas tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as respostas estão dentro de você&lt;br /&gt;Tente entende-las e seja forte&lt;br /&gt;Não há limites em sua vida, só você pode se impor limites&lt;br /&gt;Seja firme em suas decisões&lt;br /&gt;Não alimente sofrimentos e incertezas&lt;br /&gt;O fardo ficará muito mais pesado&lt;br /&gt;Viva a vida com serenidade&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que nada dura pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Que ser feliz depende de você&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida é um presente de DEUS&lt;br /&gt;Que os amigos estão ao nosso lado&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se que o amor que você dá sempre retorna&lt;br /&gt;Que os tesouros da vida são as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que as amizades são investimentos a longo prazo&lt;br /&gt;Entenda que nunca é tarde demais pra nada&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia é um recomeço&lt;br /&gt;Não há sonho que não possa ser alcançado, se houver determinação e DEUS a frente.&lt;br /&gt;Corra atrás dos seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar de viver&lt;br /&gt;Faça coisas simples de maneira simples&lt;br /&gt;E entenda que você é um ser especial pra DEUS e pra todos que te amam.&lt;br /&gt;Que no mundo há pessoas que vivem por você&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;SEJA FELIZ ...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/6383791107891437622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/02/nunca-esqueca-sua-importancia-no-mundo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/6383791107891437622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/6383791107891437622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/02/nunca-esqueca-sua-importancia-no-mundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoFCOawxZsUDwmobxRoTvO8pgZoBLR66RSanucexnMTt8X5dxcZ3Ac4U5earkiz4w-uT0yGaFNDppvRkiArtSr3LPHn-3_FpdVg1oeZueoDbDovSclEez84w_wrUlVUbRZxAprJHk-p0/s72-c/293674_177838428961436_100002058402756_366342_1768537112_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-6569742051995861855</id><published>2016-02-23T08:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T17:07:02.297-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#texto"/><title type='text'>Deus no comando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRzcSLntea3CmEKuHbOxy8DRdAroJMKd5nlQ7cD3NHXuyk4m0vE1RbmHWFEv-3uHOibq5d-O3UEPTz1xqu49rlZt_whUfLC90RlQhdGO7iMIcfK960yho4QGFAai6KwQCtUDRO389AiA/s1600/ENTARDECER+++foto+de+Jeronimo+Sales+2010.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRzcSLntea3CmEKuHbOxy8DRdAroJMKd5nlQ7cD3NHXuyk4m0vE1RbmHWFEv-3uHOibq5d-O3UEPTz1xqu49rlZt_whUfLC90RlQhdGO7iMIcfK960yho4QGFAai6KwQCtUDRO389AiA/s320/ENTARDECER+++foto+de+Jeronimo+Sales+2010.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Andando perdida, a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Triste, muito abatida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Ouço um som tão lindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Me parece algo divino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Na hora não me dei conta do que era&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque, tão triste com minha dor, eu andei&lt;br /&gt;Mas seguindo, correndo riscos&lt;br /&gt;Me aventurando no perigo&lt;br /&gt;Tentando e suplicando o fim da tristeza e da dor&lt;br /&gt;Ouço novamente aquele som&lt;br /&gt;Pensei &quot;como o vento consegue entoar uma canção de amor?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Mas senti uma presença divina&lt;br /&gt;Era DEUS a me guardar e me revelou&lt;br /&gt;A sua vontade, que era a de me proteger e salvar.&lt;br /&gt;Disse ele muito triste &quot;porque não ouve as minhas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não vem a mim se te ofereço todo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que você nasceu, te dei uma missão&lt;br /&gt;Desde então te acompanho&lt;br /&gt;E venho a &amp;nbsp;te proteger&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque não me obedece, não tens ouvido a mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque tens tudo, e nada te serve&lt;br /&gt;Andas sempre triste, e te ariscas o tempo todo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabes o trabalho que tens me dado, sempre aqui ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;A tua desobediência é que te provoca muitas dores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Pra que assim você entenda que a vida tem seu valor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: &amp;quot;helvetica&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;arial&amp;quot; , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;&quot;&gt;Eu teu DEUS estou sempre ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Então porque te provocas tanta aflição&lt;br /&gt;Se a mim você buscar, e der ouvidos ao que te falo, todo tormento irá sessar.&lt;br /&gt;A paz em teu coração irá reinar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, estou contigo em todos os momentos.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/6569742051995861855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/02/deus-no-comando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/6569742051995861855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/6569742051995861855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2016/02/deus-no-comando.html' title='Deus no comando.'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRzcSLntea3CmEKuHbOxy8DRdAroJMKd5nlQ7cD3NHXuyk4m0vE1RbmHWFEv-3uHOibq5d-O3UEPTz1xqu49rlZt_whUfLC90RlQhdGO7iMIcfK960yho4QGFAai6KwQCtUDRO389AiA/s72-c/ENTARDECER+++foto+de+Jeronimo+Sales+2010.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Brasil</georss:featurename><georss:point>-14.235004 -51.925279999999987</georss:point><georss:box>-67.731367 -134.5424675 39.261359 30.691907500000013</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-405750288050790888</id><published>2015-01-14T07:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T10:03:12.046-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#texto"/><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>Algumas pessoas veem o mundo com olhos carnais&lt;br /&gt;
A busca incessante por aquilo que perdeu não os deixa ver tudo que ganharam&lt;br /&gt;
A suplica pelo passado não os deixa seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;
Fecham-se as portas para o novo&lt;br /&gt;
E a mesmice toma conta da sua vida&lt;br /&gt;
O &amp;nbsp;envolvendo a cada dia mais em um ciclo de decadência e derrota&lt;br /&gt;
Valores reais e importantes deixam de existir&lt;br /&gt;
O apego gera uma saudade que transborda das suas veias&lt;br /&gt;
E é assim que se vê procurando um refugio para sua dor em qualquer lugar ou artificio&lt;br /&gt;
A angustia da espera é algo ilusório, que não o deixa ver o mundo real&lt;br /&gt;
A procura por beleza efêmera,vazia, ilusória&lt;br /&gt;
Faz cair por terra todo o sonho de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/405750288050790888/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2015/01/ilusao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/405750288050790888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/405750288050790888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2015/01/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-2171429147254336667</id><published>2014-12-04T21:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T10:05:03.115-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quando nossa alma se acalma&lt;br /&gt;
E nossa mente silencia&lt;br /&gt;
E podemos ouvir a nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;
Sem ruídos e sem murmurio&lt;br /&gt;
Que sufocam nossos reais desejos&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto a alma esta em turbulência&lt;br /&gt;
A mente transborda os mais variados pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
E nossos sonhos são dominados pelo medo.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/2171429147254336667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/12/quando-nossa-alma-se-acalma-e-nossa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2171429147254336667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2171429147254336667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/12/quando-nossa-alma-se-acalma-e-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-7103080063370521992</id><published>2014-12-04T21:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2014-12-04T21:17:45.737-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#pensamento"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nas entre linhas é que pude perceber o que levas em teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/7103080063370521992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/12/nas-entre-linhas-e-que-pude-perceber-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/7103080063370521992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/7103080063370521992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/12/nas-entre-linhas-e-que-pude-perceber-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-631062290978749931</id><published>2014-10-28T06:32:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-12T08:59:27.170-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Novo amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJ3syFJYtpAcgOd_KoxsWG42aiTxKRsoL6vZmRGUuXyLhn67a7-mV9dAPTtqrdETFD_E4w6GaivtGzrJI7hBdQy45o7kAKqP_FHo_QmUyrpm2Gl5HvvAwGlOy5JHrReUakjIrL5Uu8E4/s1600/amanhecer.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJ3syFJYtpAcgOd_KoxsWG42aiTxKRsoL6vZmRGUuXyLhn67a7-mV9dAPTtqrdETFD_E4w6GaivtGzrJI7hBdQy45o7kAKqP_FHo_QmUyrpm2Gl5HvvAwGlOy5JHrReUakjIrL5Uu8E4/s1600/amanhecer.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não tenho medo da vida&lt;br /&gt;
Pois DEUS é comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro vive-la um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;
A vida as vezes se complica&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não há céu sem tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
Temos que passar pelos dias frios do inverno&lt;br /&gt;
Para chegarmos a primavera.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim a vida segue entre dias bons e ruins&lt;br /&gt;
Ruins é uma palavra forte demais&lt;br /&gt;
Dias menos bons seria &amp;nbsp;a palavra certa&lt;br /&gt;
Nós nem imaginamos o que seriam dias ruins&lt;br /&gt;
Pois nosso pai celestial está no comando de tudo&lt;br /&gt;
As &amp;nbsp;vezes a vida se apresenta áspera&lt;br /&gt;
Mas todo dia há um novo amanhecer.&lt;br /&gt;
Passar pelo deserto é necessário para encontrarmos o oásis.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/631062290978749931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/novo-amanhecer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/631062290978749931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/631062290978749931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/novo-amanhecer.html' title='Novo amanhecer'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJ3syFJYtpAcgOd_KoxsWG42aiTxKRsoL6vZmRGUuXyLhn67a7-mV9dAPTtqrdETFD_E4w6GaivtGzrJI7hBdQy45o7kAKqP_FHo_QmUyrpm2Gl5HvvAwGlOy5JHrReUakjIrL5Uu8E4/s72-c/amanhecer.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-5866596865231269110</id><published>2014-10-28T06:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-11T10:26:30.578-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Rotina</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulP4O874lO8V-Kj3bqwweWICdVdh9NzSTUKX9XrI9Es7k5ePFNUv8ucSL96dP_Nzax0r3z25N3sEsmtxpwnd7eAWhxYWEXJqo1G6Fh_gbkcZNlsCYpYrri9RfdCiY0KS3gB0xEPqM2hA/s1600/sol+nascendo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjulP4O874lO8V-Kj3bqwweWICdVdh9NzSTUKX9XrI9Es7k5ePFNUv8ucSL96dP_Nzax0r3z25N3sEsmtxpwnd7eAWhxYWEXJqo1G6Fh_gbkcZNlsCYpYrri9RfdCiY0KS3gB0xEPqM2hA/s1600/sol+nascendo.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A muito tempo não escrevo&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez tenha perdido a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;
A vida foi tornando-se tão rotineira&lt;br /&gt;
Tão sem encantos&lt;br /&gt;
Sem perspectiva&lt;br /&gt;
Como se tivesse tudo parado no tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia bem igual ao outro&lt;br /&gt;
O sol nasce, o dia aquece&lt;br /&gt;
A noite chega, a brisa leve também&lt;br /&gt;
O sono, a cama&lt;br /&gt;
E mais uma manhã&lt;br /&gt;
Mais um nascer do sol&lt;br /&gt;
Nostalgia seria a palavra?&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sem resposta&lt;br /&gt;
Só me resta viver a rotina de mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;
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De avaliar a vida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/1575342508672559890/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/blog-post_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/1575342508672559890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/1575342508672559890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-5439582203788773966</id><published>2014-10-28T05:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2014-10-28T05:46:51.029-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#pensamento"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tem dias que essa dor teima em me torturar&lt;br /&gt;
Uma dor que não sei de onde vem&lt;br /&gt;
Uma saudade do nada e de tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Uma avaliação da vida é necessária</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/5439582203788773966/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5439582203788773966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5439582203788773966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-43992872466023951</id><published>2014-09-17T07:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-11T10:27:10.661-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Eu posso esperar eternamente por seu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que vai valer a pena ser sua&lt;br /&gt;
Eu posso te encontrar em qualquer lugar&lt;br /&gt;
Em qualquer espaço&lt;br /&gt;
Em qualquer dimensão&lt;br /&gt;
Se você disser que será meu&lt;br /&gt;
Que me ama tanto quanto eu&lt;br /&gt;
Eu posso esperar eternamente por você meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Ou posso encarrar o mundo por seu amor&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/43992872466023951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/09/amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/43992872466023951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/43992872466023951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/09/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-5144734263703851282</id><published>2014-09-17T07:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T09:42:17.586-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#pensamento"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O sucesso na vida surge das ideias de quem acredita na própria intuição.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/5144734263703851282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/09/o-sucesso-na-vida-surge-das-ideias-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5144734263703851282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5144734263703851282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/09/o-sucesso-na-vida-surge-das-ideias-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-933086781619788318</id><published>2014-07-06T19:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T09:42:56.286-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#pensamento"/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não tem como tropeçar duas vezes no mesmo lugar. Cada tropeço é uma lição para ficarmos mais atentos aos obstáculos no caminho.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/933086781619788318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2012/04/nao-tem-como-tropecar-duas-vezes-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/933086781619788318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/933086781619788318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2012/04/nao-tem-como-tropecar-duas-vezes-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-1058649769114079801</id><published>2014-05-24T12:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T09:55:23.192-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Quero</title><content type='html'>Quero a liberdade da alma&lt;br /&gt;
Os verdes campos que acalma&lt;br /&gt;
Quero olhar o horizonte sem medo do que vou encontrar&lt;br /&gt;
Quero as amarras aqui deixar&lt;br /&gt;
E livre como uma gaivota voar&lt;br /&gt;
Quero a paz que contamina os seres&lt;br /&gt;
Que brota do fundo da alma&lt;br /&gt;
Quero me livrar das angustias&lt;br /&gt;
E o amor pleno viver&lt;br /&gt;
Por esse motivo meu DEUS busco a te conhecer&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;
Assim tem que ser...&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas preciso que me ensine a domina-las&lt;br /&gt;
Desejo não me entregar a medos e frustrações&lt;br /&gt;
Mas libertar-me das dores e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;
Para ver a luz que brilha entre as brechas&lt;br /&gt;
Se o desejo vale o ensejo&lt;br /&gt;
Meu desejo é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;
É sessar as dores da alma&lt;br /&gt;
É encontrar a paz que acalma&lt;br /&gt;
É distribuir alegria&lt;br /&gt;
É ver a vida em festa&lt;br /&gt;
A &amp;nbsp;esperança renascer</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/8633857141744888717/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/05/desejo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/8633857141744888717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/8633857141744888717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/05/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-5513637364141807056</id><published>2014-05-12T22:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T09:51:19.394-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>HOJE</title><content type='html'>Sentir que o tempo passa depressa&lt;br /&gt;
Que tudo pode estar perdido&lt;br /&gt;
Que os sonhos foram em vão&lt;br /&gt;
Que tudo foi literalmente jogado fora&lt;br /&gt;
Em um minuto você vislumbra anos perfeitos&lt;br /&gt;
Os tem ao alcance das mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo parece concreto tão maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;
Nesse instante a vida te surpreende&lt;br /&gt;
Joga todas tuas certezas rio abaixo&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo de concreto que construiu se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma correnteza avassaladora&lt;br /&gt;
Levando todas as tuas respostas&lt;br /&gt;
Mostrando o quando a vida é ilusória&lt;br /&gt;
Te deixando em choque&lt;br /&gt;
A procura de um galho em que possa se agarrar em busca de socorro&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tão surpreendente é DEUS.&lt;br /&gt;
Que tudo muda no minuto seguinte&lt;br /&gt;
E podemos encontrar terra firme e fertil&lt;br /&gt;
Onde o recomeço poderá gerar bons frutos&lt;br /&gt;
E &amp;nbsp;a colheita será farta&lt;br /&gt;
Isso é a vida...&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje aqui&lt;br /&gt;
O amanhã nas mãos de DEUS&lt;br /&gt;
Aproveite pra viver o agora...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/5513637364141807056/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/05/hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5513637364141807056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/5513637364141807056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/05/hoje.html' title='HOJE'/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-1187413577454562206</id><published>2014-05-10T21:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2015-01-14T07:10:11.528-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>EXISTEM PESSOAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2Q8Q-WA8RgbMOfhn1BrygZdF9Q1O_tA0QheTqT_x7pvMf_63-w0OiEFec5rDpyzg6EBrzY-TfiLQvPFnO995AOCATbxzDlbdk5DRyK-zgiCTWAO7wfOSPjlEEmAeZQtBgcVpT5LCNEk/s1600/casal-que-olha-flores-no-parque-11412701.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia2Q8Q-WA8RgbMOfhn1BrygZdF9Q1O_tA0QheTqT_x7pvMf_63-w0OiEFec5rDpyzg6EBrzY-TfiLQvPFnO995AOCATbxzDlbdk5DRyK-zgiCTWAO7wfOSPjlEEmAeZQtBgcVpT5LCNEk/s1600/casal-que-olha-flores-no-parque-11412701.jpg&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Existem pessoas&lt;br /&gt;
Que amam&lt;br /&gt;
E dizem que gostam&lt;br /&gt;
Existem pessoas que gostam&lt;br /&gt;
E dizem que ama&lt;br /&gt;
Existem pessoas que não dizem nada&lt;br /&gt;
E os olhos e os gestos dizem tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Existem pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;
E...&lt;br /&gt;
Existem pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;
Umas verdadeiras&lt;br /&gt;
E outras falsas&lt;br /&gt;
Umas que sabem o que querem&lt;br /&gt;
E outras que não sabem de nada&lt;br /&gt;
Umas que eternizam momentos&lt;br /&gt;
Outras que só vivem o momento&lt;br /&gt;
Existem pessoas que...&lt;br /&gt;
Sem mais...&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas existem&lt;br /&gt;
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Saber que amanhã vou acordar e você vai estar tão longe...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/feeds/2325980282577008344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-saudade-ja-doi-em-meu-peito-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2325980282577008344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/842256984778517454/posts/default/2325980282577008344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marytianega.blogspot.com/2014/04/a-saudade-ja-doi-em-meu-peito-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Fatima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11701639870554539739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4LESbCIF3XWkGMi6C6Zr2s5lnxs3UqgGeYn2iSC_Gh6Cr3tZB1zYX2PGro4yLljDyD3K9XZufawf4bWJR6ehr2eYM5KMA8bn-fVVtokt5i6UkNFKOFHzljJ72zPvio_E/s220/eu+lin+hj+cortada.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-842256984778517454.post-9066588810911199018</id><published>2014-04-23T22:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-02-12T18:13:28.319-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="# poema"/><title type='text'>Enclausurada</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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É estranho me sentir assim&lt;br /&gt;
Como se estivesse perdida dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro respostas pra todas as duvidas&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tudo se cala diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Garimpo, procuro, reviro o passado&lt;br /&gt;
Sem respostas olho pro lado&lt;br /&gt;
Mas nada vejo que possa me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;
Continuo perdida dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Os sonhos morreram já faz algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Continuo a lutar querendo a algum lugar chegar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas nada acontece que me faça acreditar&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia de cada vez vou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;
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