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xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-18T05:12:18.598-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-3612256404494338918?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/3612256404494338918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/3612256404494338918?v=2'/><link rel='self' 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class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium; "&gt;os meus pés não podem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mais andar, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;feridas expostas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fazem-me parar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e em cima de grandes pedras &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;coloco-me a pensar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de quão belo era ver &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as nuvens num céu tão azul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e poder imaginar &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;figuras, desenhos...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que nem sei como explicar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;outrora começo a cantar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;algo que faz embalar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As ruínas daquele lugar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando me vejo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;através das águas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;logo uma tristeza vem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fazendo meu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;quase parar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;e quando percebo já &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;não estou aqui, mas lá&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sobre um manto azul&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a 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title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMCSXs_fSp7ImA9WhZXFk8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-4202529798836855487</id><published>2011-05-05T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T13:14:28.545-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-05-05T13:14:28.545-07:00</app:edited><title>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Quando cansares de chorar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;pare para pensar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;que tudo vai importar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;quando as lágrimas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;deixarem de rolar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alegria podes achar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;se por todos os lados&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;começares a olhar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;o riso influência&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;uma doce energia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;sinta em sua vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;essa doce magia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-4202529798836855487?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4202529798836855487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2011/05/magia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nebuloso&lt;br /&gt;que se levanta&lt;br /&gt;em forma de sopro&lt;br /&gt;se renascem&lt;br /&gt;como um dilúvio&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sendo tão obscuro&lt;br /&gt;encanta por sua exaltidão&lt;br /&gt;dando pena e compaixão&lt;br /&gt;das almas levadas&lt;br /&gt;e alegria das que são deixadas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2808512182549070290?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2808512182549070290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/11/sobre-as-ondas-escuras-do-mar-nebuloso.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2808512182549070290?v=2'/><link rel='self' 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criança&lt;br /&gt;poder te consagrar&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma agonia&lt;br /&gt;que pudesse ecoar&lt;br /&gt;e sobre o sereno inflame&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos me afastar,&lt;br /&gt;da escuridão que de longe&lt;br /&gt;tenta me escoltar&lt;br /&gt;como é difícil altercar&lt;br /&gt;com sopros e murmúrios&lt;br /&gt;que insistem extenuar&lt;br /&gt;algo como a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;que é tão difícil de apanhar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-647529612968132227?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/647529612968132227/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/09/por-noites-frias-preciso-caminhar-e-da.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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triste&lt;br /&gt;não pude me conter&lt;br /&gt;nesses versos simples&lt;br /&gt;tentei escrever,&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos para te alegrar&lt;br /&gt;para não te ver chorar,&lt;br /&gt;uma amizade&lt;br /&gt;sincera e fiel assim&lt;br /&gt;só deus para desenhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes me fez sorrir&lt;br /&gt;quando eu não queria,&lt;br /&gt;hoje sinto que é minha vez,&lt;br /&gt;quero ver toda lágrima de seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;hoje partir,&lt;br /&gt;pois neste grande mar da vida&lt;br /&gt;quando achar que estás só&lt;br /&gt;saiba que até em pensamento&lt;br /&gt;em nenhum momento&lt;br /&gt;vou te deixar só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Mikaélly&lt;br /&gt;for: Beatris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-494544336744369751?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4GRX49eyp7ImA9Wx5REkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-5507627134649090229</id><published>2010-08-19T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:58:44.063-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-08-19T12:58:44.063-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>As paredes&lt;br /&gt;do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;quero rabiscar,&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade louca de chorar,&lt;br /&gt;sobre um lençol&lt;br /&gt;sujo preciso me deitar,&lt;br /&gt;em meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;vou te procurar,&lt;br /&gt;até poder te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;como é doce o luar&lt;br /&gt;que vejo pela janela&lt;br /&gt;antes de me deitar,&lt;br /&gt;em sonho você vem me chamar,&lt;br /&gt;e dizendo coisas abstratas&lt;br /&gt;coloca-me a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;até que anseio em acordar&lt;br /&gt;e não resta nem mesmo falar&lt;br /&gt;sobre um sonho&lt;br /&gt;que não posso alcançar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-5507627134649090229?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5507627134649090229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-paredes-do-meu-quarto-quero-rabiscar.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/5507627134649090229?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/5507627134649090229?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/08/as-paredes-do-meu-quarto-quero-rabiscar.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YAQ3g9fCp7ImA9Wx5TFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-2204898134102917882</id><published>2010-07-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:52:22.664-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-29T07:52:22.664-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Rimas e formas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei fazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais insisto em escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No entando,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou escrevendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;palavras aqui outra acolá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expressando o que está&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no meu sonhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;digo verdades, mentiras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;depende da maneira de olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez ninguém me perceba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas estou aqui presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;escrevendo esses versos lentamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se me ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;diga-me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que eu possa descrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;em palavras que insisto em escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2204898134102917882?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;DkYNSXkzfSp7ImA9Wx5TFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-4259034558345456706</id><published>2010-07-29T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:36:38.785-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-29T07:36:38.785-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>O sol nasceu&lt;br /&gt;mais um dia floresceu&lt;br /&gt;as árvores balançam&lt;br /&gt;o que o vento alavanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma linda flor desabrochou&lt;br /&gt;no seu leito frio despedaçou&lt;br /&gt;uma nuvem se abriu&lt;br /&gt;para um céu que sorriu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagando aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo que deus me colocou&lt;br /&gt;as árvores não vejo mais&lt;br /&gt;por um instante tudo se desfaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outrora só mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;que permaneço sem conhecer a alegria&lt;br /&gt;que instinto é esse que canso em procurar,&lt;br /&gt;pois sei que não vou encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estou&lt;br /&gt;o meu mundo despencou&lt;br /&gt;procuro uma luz, no céu, no mar&lt;br /&gt;cadê essa luz?&lt;br /&gt;a luz se apagou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-4259034558345456706?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4259034558345456706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-sol-nasceu-mais-um-dia-floresceu-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/4259034558345456706?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/4259034558345456706?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isso não sei dizer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O instante final se aproxima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás numa noite de verão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou outro clima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ainda me atinja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na escuridão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em meio a noite e o luar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqui estou desfalecendo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procurando me levantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para voltas no mundo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu poder dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém vem me chamar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde está o mundo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu ainda pretendo sobrevoar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8FQ3s4eip7ImA9Wx5TEUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-5965242638114873682</id><published>2010-07-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T12:33:32.532-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-26T12:33:32.532-07:00</app:edited><title>Doces Lembranças</title><content type='html'>Por um espanto vou escrever,&lt;br /&gt;Um pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Que me fez rever,&lt;br /&gt;Um doce encanto,&lt;br /&gt;Das melhores lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Que no meu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Passei a ver&lt;br /&gt;Com outros olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Pois antes os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;Cegavam-me,&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo escuro,&lt;br /&gt;O que límpido&lt;br /&gt;Agora posso entender,&lt;br /&gt;Os cantos, os risos,&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos, as nuvens brancas&lt;br /&gt;Num céu azul,&lt;br /&gt;As vestes de menina,&lt;br /&gt;Embalada sobre aquele paraiso,&lt;br /&gt;Como pude me esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;A vida monótona,&lt;br /&gt;As idas e vindas como se fosse beija-flor,&lt;br /&gt;Naquele caminho imenso,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tinhas,&lt;br /&gt;E nada sentias&lt;br /&gt;Como pude não perceber!&lt;br /&gt;Vago nas lembranças,&lt;br /&gt;Com um olhar de criança,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não se dá mais para encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou,&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estou,&lt;br /&gt;Vazio por fora, cheio por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem mesmo um alento&lt;br /&gt;Me nego viver hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Pensando no ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas do que adianta&lt;br /&gt;Viver de lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto ameno,&lt;br /&gt;Num Coração tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz ver,&lt;br /&gt;O que antes não pude perceber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-5965242638114873682?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/5965242638114873682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/07/doces-lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/5965242638114873682?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/5965242638114873682?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/07/doces-lembrancas.html' title='Doces Lembranças'/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAHR30zfyp7ImA9WxFbE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-2906573386629410445</id><published>2010-07-05T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:32:16.387-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-07-05T06:32:16.387-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por que essa rosa desabrochou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E vindo com seus espinhos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O meu peito perfurou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dor incasável, que agonia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ilusão que jamais sentia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não posso mais respirar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que faço você presente estás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não entendo porque tinhas que desabrochar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se minha vida tão quieta tu viestes acordar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que seus espinhos saia de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem rastros se quer deixar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é dificil imaginar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voltar a pensar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem essa dor no peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mais me afogar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2906573386629410445?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2906573386629410445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-que-essa-rosa-desabrochou-e-vindo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2906573386629410445?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2906573386629410445?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/07/por-que-essa-rosa-desabrochou-e-vindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEIFRngyfyp7ImA9WxFUEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-1824561805164646768</id><published>2010-06-21T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:15:17.697-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-21T05:15:17.697-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>Nunca o tempo&lt;br /&gt;deveria ter nos separado&lt;br /&gt;Mas sua amizade&lt;br /&gt;E seu rosto&lt;br /&gt;sempre me é lembrado&lt;br /&gt;Queria eu ter brincado mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter sorrido mais&lt;br /&gt;Ter falado mais&lt;br /&gt;Minha amizade é eterna&lt;br /&gt;meu coração suspira de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Quando um abraço sonhei em dar&lt;br /&gt;Num coração de irmã que faz recordar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-1824561805164646768?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/1824561805164646768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-o-tempo-deveria-ter-nos-separado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/1824561805164646768?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/1824561805164646768?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/06/nunca-o-tempo-deveria-ter-nos-separado.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cGRHc_eyp7ImA9WxFVFkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-2903145148163952443</id><published>2010-06-16T05:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T05:23:45.943-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-16T05:23:45.943-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>Quanto mais frio eu sou&lt;br /&gt;mais frio se nego ser&lt;br /&gt;Depende de como estou&lt;br /&gt;no intuito de me esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Vivo sem delicadeza&lt;br /&gt;sem pensar na minha natureza&lt;br /&gt;Mais com um toque de certeza&lt;br /&gt;Que minha vida se acaba&lt;br /&gt;quando minha alma for lavada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2903145148163952443?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2903145148163952443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-mais-frio-eu-sou-mais-frio-se.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2903145148163952443?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2903145148163952443?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-mais-frio-eu-sou-mais-frio-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAMQ3szeyp7ImA9WxFVFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-4045736830225976328</id><published>2010-06-14T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:39:42.583-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-14T06:39:42.583-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em meio ao desespero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;procuro você e não vejo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aos poucos vou me destruindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando penso já estou sumindo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu coração se encontra tão só&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e como não quiseres virou pó.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por que demoraste tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bastava só um instante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando agora com ele poderia estar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e no meu peito se aninhar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como a madrugada e o luar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-4045736830225976328?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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gd:etag='W/&quot;CUcEQn8zcCp7ImA9WxFVEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-2700187871202246710</id><published>2010-06-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T07:16:43.188-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-06-09T07:16:43.188-07:00</app:edited><title>As cores de cada ser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As cores se recriam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como nós a cada dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou e volto procurando-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No meu interior &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que há algo de esplendor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O caminho se confunde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas persisto em me procurar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando menos espero é hora de parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vejo uma luz que renova minhas forças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abre meu peito e se penetra em todo meu ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como a lua na escuridão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num ato de viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2700187871202246710?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2700187871202246710/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-cores-de-cada-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2700187871202246710?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2700187871202246710?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fg4nhnZZzoQ/S_P4JTB3VNI/AAAAAAAAAFk/glYuTFeGPlI/s320/universo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mundo insolene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devasta seu próprio ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Implanta armas para se auto-destruir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mundo é esse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que realidade infame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando se tornaremos pó?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez mais antes do que imaginemos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realidade imprópria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Armas certeiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eliminando um a um&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como se fossem peças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de um tabuleiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo é formado por nós,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;coisas insanas, destruidoras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quando seremos asssim?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até quem sabe o planeta terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estiver deixando de existir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-4846254996610627164?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/4846254996610627164/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/05/mundo-insolene-devasta-seu-proprio-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/4846254996610627164?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/4846254996610627164?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' 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ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lava nossa alma, cala nossa agonia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;inquieta nosso ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh doce manhã de inverno, quanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;tempo demoraste para chegar, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;aguentava mais esperar, no seu leito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frio quero me aconchegar, para outrora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;poder me levantar, e com chegadada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;primavera poder me deliciar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Valores que seguem nosso ser enquanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a gente viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-7870280635695484104?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7870280635695484104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/05/chuva-cai-e-embala-nossos-ouvidos-lava.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7870280635695484104?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7870280635695484104?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/05/chuva-cai-e-embala-nossos-ouvidos-lava.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ADRX45eCp7ImA9WxFQEEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-2000730668681148119</id><published>2010-05-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T04:42:54.020-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-05T04:42:54.020-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>Faça tudo antes que dia termine,&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que não possa ficar para amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;coisas inevitáveis acontecem sem que a gente&lt;br /&gt;espere por elas...por isso esteja preparado, notícias&lt;br /&gt;boas ruins correm ao vento a todo momento, independente&lt;br /&gt;de quem seja você, as vezes temos que correr, outras temos&lt;br /&gt;que parar, ir mais devagar, mas a única coisa que não podemos&lt;br /&gt;parar é de viver, por mais atropelada que esteja nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;ela é o bem mais precioso que temos, e muitas pessoas não sabem disso!&lt;br /&gt;destroi a sí próprio, o outro, não estão nem ai com o significado da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Não pare! não corra muito! vá conforme tu possas caminhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2000730668681148119?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2000730668681148119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/05/faca-tudo-antes-que-dia-termine-tudo-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2000730668681148119?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2000730668681148119?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/05/faca-tudo-antes-que-dia-termine-tudo-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04DR3g_cCp7ImA9WxFRFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-7383340100852921524</id><published>2010-04-29T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:52:56.648-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-29T04:52:56.648-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>Deus está conosco nos&lt;br /&gt;piores momentos da nossa&lt;br /&gt;vida, talves não sentimos sua&lt;br /&gt;presença, mas ele está ao nosso&lt;br /&gt;lado...vivo como nunca, esperando&lt;br /&gt;só um chamado, não desista&lt;br /&gt;quando estiver atordoado, ferido,&lt;br /&gt;com lágrimas nos olhos, coração&lt;br /&gt;destruído. Deus está aqui chame por&lt;br /&gt;ele, você não está sozinho.Sinta a presença&lt;br /&gt;dele, deus te ama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talves essa mensagem para muitos não tenha sentido&lt;br /&gt;algum, leem como um texto qualquer, mas para outros&lt;br /&gt;dizem tudo, tudo o que querem ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha um Bom dia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-7383340100852921524?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7383340100852921524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/deus-esta-conosco-nos-piores-momentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7383340100852921524?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7383340100852921524?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/deus-esta-conosco-nos-piores-momentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UNRXo4fyp7ImA9WxFRFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-7865955664818977239</id><published>2010-04-29T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T04:41:34.437-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-29T04:41:34.437-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã pode ser muito tarde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;viva o hoje, pois nunca terá outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dia igual. Meu pensamento voa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se renovando a cada manhã, flutuo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo meu interior tentando me encontrar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talves a receita do significado da Vida  esteja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presente em cada um de nós nas coisas mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;simples que fazemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Abraço a Todos!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-7865955664818977239?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7865955664818977239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/amanha-pode-ser-muito-tarde-viva-o-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7865955664818977239?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7865955664818977239?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/amanha-pode-ser-muito-tarde-viva-o-hoje.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkQNRnsyeip7ImA9WxFQFEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-7042953461738677537</id><published>2010-04-29T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T05:26:37.592-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-05-10T05:26:37.592-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou como uma folha ao vento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ora cá ora lá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo sem rumo na medida do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu pensamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminho incerto, falhas motoras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem saber qual é o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melhor lugar para se parar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-7042953461738677537?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7042953461738677537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou-como-uma-folha-ao-vento-ora-ca-ora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7042953461738677537?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7042953461738677537?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/sou-como-uma-folha-ao-vento-ora-ca-ora.html' title=''/><author><name>Beatris Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00937572600910821368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02966591555066335567'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkMDQHkyeSp7ImA9WxFRFEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-1314962622161132235</id><published>2010-04-28T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T04:34:31.791-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-28T04:34:31.791-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Para cada dia suas alegrias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nos preocupamos tanto com nossos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;afazeres, com nossos problemas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;acabamos por se esquecer a importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de cada dia, os mesmos se passam, ficamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mais velhos, a vida é mesmo um ciclo, mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;será que estamos vivendo cada um deles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se vivemos o hoje e esquecemos do amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;estamos sendo insensatos e se pensamos só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;no amanhã e esquecemos do hoje tornamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pessoas "futuristas" que não vive o que está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a sua volta pensando no que poderá acontecer amanhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de todas as formas estamos só passando pela vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;esquecendo das flores e pedras do caminho...quem sabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;um dia tomemos consciência disso, mas que pena nossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;viagem só tem passagem de ida e não de volta, viver o hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;deixar um pouquinho para o amanhã é uma filosofia que cada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;um decide para sua própria "viagem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O importante é ser feliz, seja você feliz hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Um abraço!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-1314962622161132235?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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gd:etag='W/&quot;A08MQ3g9eCp7ImA9WxFRE0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5174681499161441517.post-7864137497427310085</id><published>2010-04-27T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T05:04:42.660-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-04-27T05:04:42.660-07:00</app:edited><title>Olha o trem</title><content type='html'>A vida corre mesmo como se estivessemos&lt;br /&gt;dentro de um trem desgovernado, algumas&lt;br /&gt;vezes para onde não queremos, mas continua&lt;br /&gt;seu trajeto para algumas pessoas a viagem pode&lt;br /&gt;ser curta e para outras muito duradoura, caminhos&lt;br /&gt;traquilos, variáveis, surpreendentes, descobertas....&lt;br /&gt;tudo depende muitas vezes do passageiro, ahhh mais&lt;br /&gt;o trem não pára e continua com sua viagem singularizada,&lt;br /&gt;pluralizada tanto faz...segue em frente, destino de parada&lt;br /&gt;quase dificil o que ele quer mesmo é só seguir sua viagem,&lt;br /&gt;com passageiros descendo outros subindo e se vai o trem atrás&lt;br /&gt;das envernadas.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos refletir um pouco sobre o significado da nossa passagem&lt;br /&gt;aqui na terra é muito importante darmos mais valor na vida, não se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;com a chegada e sim com o caminho que estamos a percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;Um abraço a todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-7864137497427310085?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/7864137497427310085/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/olha-o-trem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/7864137497427310085?v=2'/><link 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style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que nasceram ou conquistaram ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;longo do tempo, pois muitas vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nos angustiamos com algo, nos penalizamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sofremos o desnecessário por falta de Paciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quando estamos esperando por algo e ainda mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;quando se espera e não se alcança dai vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a agonia sentindo-se fracassado e caimos logo ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;desespero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pensando porque certas coisas só acontece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; com a gente, se isso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;é ruim só os quem passa por essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;situação pode dizer, mas não é nada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;que não se possa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;recuperar-se depois...difícil mesmo é quando se está vivendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;esse momento e depois que passa até rimos depois....&lt;em&gt;oh que imprudência kkk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O melhor é esperar e deixar com que as coisas coisas aconteça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no momento certo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pois Deus sempre tem a hora certa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;de dar a benção em nossas vidas...não &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;se martire e se não tens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;paciência como muito tente adquirir esse dom com as lições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;da vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Um abraço a Todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5174681499161441517-2483617603686440652?l=silvaonline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/feeds/2483617603686440652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://silvaonline.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-dom-da-paciencia-dificil-heim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5174681499161441517/posts/default/2483617603686440652?v=2'/><link rel='self' 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