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Trago dentro do meu coração, o mundo.



Guardo nele, coisas infinitas que resgato, quando passo por lugares serenos, por caminhos que percorro enquanto sonho.



No meu mundo, que o divido como os dias suaves, onde na manhã tenho o calor da alma, na tarde as lágrimas que derramei sem vergonha, e na noite, tenho um baú que não se pode fechar pela imensidão de momentos. 

Momentos onde te 
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Nunca consegui compreender, muito menos expressar o que tantas vezes pensei sentir, hoje ao ler uma citação, lembrei de momentos...momentos em que senti saudades do que nunca vivi...

"Eu tenho saudades de tudo o que não vivi contigo." 
Citação de Margarida Rebelo Pinto
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É o fim que desenhei nos teus traços desmedidos, da tua procura que não chega aos meus limites, nem a minha procura onde não te encontrarás jamais... É o fim que carreguei numa folha de papel para que a dobrasses na vida, ou de um só destino, mas que não soubeste acompanhar a fragilidade que julgavas eu não ter... É o fim que me alimenta a alma e dá voz à razão que agoniza sem dor...É o fim 
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Não quero mais, Manter calada a minha voz... Apetece-me gritar Em pequenos gestos O que vou guardando Dentro do peito... Nele vou acumulando Mágoas, Incertezas e duvidas Que permanecem. Não creio mais Se o que faço está certo. Apenas sei... Ao ritmo deste tempo Que já não controlo, Ao espaço que dei aos outros E não devia... Sinto-me presa, Sufocada e adulteradaNa minha própria Teia de emoções.
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Se a janela do quarto se abrisse de repente, e o ar quente de um Verão imaginário entrasse, faria de nós estranhos amantes. 
Irias olhar para mim com ar de surpresa...Aquele ar de quem não reconhece a parceira... A mesma parceira de sempre, aquela que se despiu de preconceito diante de ti, diante do tempo, e que nem sequer saberias o nome...E que importa um nome diante de uma noite repleta de 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bs3PHl7X1wVBL-7tFzWAupqGcDw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bs3PHl7X1wVBL-7tFzWAupqGcDw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RiscosDeVida/~4/4tHQxMcP014" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://riscosdevida-coragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-abraco-no-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8BSX86cSp7ImA9WxJXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021213272694106276.post-987858207467555628</id><published>2009-02-25T20:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-06-12T18:14:18.119+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-12T18:14:18.119+01:00</app:edited><title>...</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021213272694106276/posts/default/987858207467555628?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021213272694106276/posts/default/987858207467555628?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RiscosDeVida/~3/hclQU05iLIA/blog-post.html" title="..." /><author><name>Coragem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16297950620618606898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkJQPuIiAw4/TOgzu7C-diI/AAAAAAAAFig/NhUk4kAqoEs/S220/192922.jpg" /></author><content type="html">Não faltou uma única rosa Não faltou o beijo apaixonado Nunca faltaram as palavras As ideias, as mensagens Os sonhos, as ambições... As aventuras em comum. Hoje...Falta tudo isso num encontroNum lugar onde aprecie as memóriasPois nem essas se encontram arrumadas No lugar exacto...Ainda não estabilizei as emoçõesAinda não compreendi as ausênciasDe tudo o que me era presenteado Agora, guardarei 
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É óptimo constatar que a maior parte dos que me lêem sabem tanto de mim, o suficiente para diferenciarem quando escrevo o que sinto e o que não sinto. A verdade e a mentira...O que tenho deixado nas linhas e entrelinhas do muito que me vai na alma...Este espaço, tem sido muito mais que um simples blog, é um amigo, que me foi trazendo outros amigos, e nas palavras que escrevo vou deixando tanto 
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Somos nós que decidimos com que olhos iremos observar o mundo ao nosso redor... 
Se encararmos a vida negativamente, percebemos um mundo negativo, e a nossa tendência será de reagir com atitudes negativas.
As atitudes positivas podem ser tomadas quando sentimos na alma tudo aquilo que perdemos e que não desejamos que aconteça, quando as percas sofridas nos deixam sem ar e sem chão.
É uma 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1R0tFDPkHDQ6NDZV9REymamLgYs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1R0tFDPkHDQ6NDZV9REymamLgYs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/RiscosDeVida/~4/aXOlSIFxvDo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://riscosdevida-coragem.blogspot.com/2009/02/nada-acontece-por-acaso.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGRHkzfSp7ImA9Wx5REk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021213272694106276.post-7383319794422412325</id><published>2009-02-01T21:30:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:48:45.785+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-19T13:48:45.785+01:00</app:edited><title>O que de facto é importante...</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021213272694106276/posts/default/7383319794422412325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1021213272694106276/posts/default/7383319794422412325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/RiscosDeVida/~3/ZhSW8WLm7og/o-que-de-facto-e-importante.html" title="O que de facto é importante..." /><author><name>Coragem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16297950620618606898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkJQPuIiAw4/TOgzu7C-diI/AAAAAAAAFig/NhUk4kAqoEs/S220/192922.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gkJQPuIiAw4/TG0nP9VtFSI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/gy0DH-XWrg0/s72-c/AAHZ001467.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html"> É importante as escolhas que vamos fazendo ao longo do caminho... É importante, sabermos o que somos, o que queremos, e para onde vamos. 
É sem duvida importante, olhar-mo-nos e sentirmos que somos gente, com capacidade de ultrapassar a maior parte dos obstáculos. 
É tão importante o que plantamos e que mais tarde colhemos, é claramente importante as sementes que vamos largando em chão fértil. 

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Não há mais palavras que possas dizer, porque quase tudo eu já sei...Não existe um só momento vivido do qual me acusas, pois quase sempre me entreguei. Tal como entrego agora nas mãos do desconhecido, quase tudo o que eu sou e quase tudo o que eu sinto, a um amanhã, que dele, eu pouco ou nada sei.Neste instante sou eu que quase nada promete, porque a minha alma é livre, e sonha somente em ser 
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entra de rompante 

e faz questão de ficar, 

e fica...

O medo!





Até ao dia... 

Em que ela chega 

sumptuosa, 

segura de si.



E o obriga a recuar. 

É poderosa..

Toma o seu lugar.



A Coragem 

vem para ficar!! * 



*



(desistir, não faz nem nunca fez parte, dos meus planos, arrisco, mesmo sendo duro o caminho, mesmo sem um destino ou certeza. Neste momento não
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Eu ainda sou daquelas, que acredita que vai conseguir mudar o mundo, senão o mundo, muita gente que faz parte dele. Com palavras, actos, gestos, fé e boa vontade. É uma fé sem cor, sem credo, sem dialecto próprio. Uma fé indivisível no homem e na sua capacidade de fazer acontecer. São só pensamentos, eu sei, mas são eles que me vão mantendo a esperança na vida e nos sonhos que acredito realizar
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As palavras que me fogem pela força da razão são palavras que se esgotam em complexa solidão. Se as oculto ou asfixio, pelo poder que me cabena verdade, medito à porta que outrora fechada, se abre...
Eu não arrisco nesta história que é tão minha, e é tão tuanem trago sombras, na memória do tempo em que vivi na rua...
Mesmo que viva num sonhoninguém me impede de voaros meus gritos são 
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Sonhos que almejo... 
e que por ti,vão sendo traídos. 
Ideais sacrificados 
em nós esquecidos... 
tempos perdidos por viver, 
por recomeçar
por acontecer. 
São demasiadas batalhas 
ao longo deste caminho,
sinto-me exausta 
pelas vitórias, 
que ainda não sei,
como ganhar ou perder. 
Mas, e como engrandecer 
este destino? 
Esta vontade desmedida 
de querer continuar... a jogar 
o imenso jogo da 
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Este ano, está irremediavelmente à beira do fim, é chegada a hora da despedida. Simultaneamente iremos abraçar a esperança e um novo ano. Acreditamos que em escassos segundos como que por milagre, passaremos a um infinito conto de fadas, onde a vida será tudo aquilo que sempre desejámos... 


Pedimos, pedimos muito e acreditamos que ao acabar o ano, acaba com ele a maior parte dos nossos 
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Foram tantas as palavras com sentimentos reais, que fui deixando neste painel, muitas delas desenhadas com lágrimas, algumas manchadas de riso...Outras tantas confiadas em segredo, mas a maior parte delas escritas porque sei, que se encontram desse lado e me vão escutando. Palavras transmitidas com o coração, que tão bem me caracterizaram neste 
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Este ano na minha casa, não foram distribuídos presentes, à semelhança de todos os anos anteriores. Senti uma ligeira tristeza, que apesar de entender o motivo, não foi fácil de aliviar a sensação de vazio, da diferença - nunca indiferença. Mas também acredito, que o melhor presente, é estar presente. É dar continuidade ao espírito de Natal, sem objectos, mas com objectivos.

Apesar de tudo, 
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Sinto a garganta rasgada pelas palavras que não querem adormecer, estranho a voz que me implora o som da alma, e me deixa rouca, pelos gritos mudos que teimam em vencer... Num ultimo abraço terno e doce, é chegada a hora de te ver partir. Sem soluços, sem olhares perdidos, sem esperança nem sonhos por alcançar. Quebrou-se o único elo que te unia, às melodias tocadas ao vento, à chuva,
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_________________Paz 


________________União 


_______________Alegrias 


______________Esperanças 


_____________Amor.Sucesso 


____________Realizações★Luz 


___________Respeito★Harmonia 


__________Saúde★...Solidariedade 


_________Felicidade ★....Humildade 


________Confraternização ★…Pureza 


_______Amizade ★Sabedoria★.Perdão 


______Igualdade★Liberdade...
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Não quero ser única. 
Talvez recordada, por fazer a diferença.

Quero poder dizer sim,
Mas negar, as vezes necessárias.

Não sei voar com chão oculto,
Nem sequer sou dona, da minha razão.

Vou-me esquecendo, do que ontem vivi,
Abraçando cada acordar, sem tempo definido.

Não me encontram em nenhum catálogo,
Mas, serei decifrada facilmente.

É na transparência dos meus dias,
E sem ideias pré 
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Não temos tempo para os nossos filhos...Sei o quanto a vida é difícil, trabalhamos demais, e nem mesmo assim conseguimos, que chegue tranquilamente cada final do mês.É para lhes dar melhores condições que nos matamos a trabalhar. Para lhes dar tudo o que têm direito...Ou será uma desculpa, para acalmar a nossa consciência?Afinal, temos tempo para tantas 
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Enquanto deixo, que os dedos deslizem famintos, pelo teclado desta minha janela aberta para o mundo, pergunto a mim mesma, sobre o que escrever hoje...

Como a resposta não surge, eles teimam em continuar, como não querendo saber, e nem dando importância ao tema ou ao motivo...

Tem que existir um motivo para tudo, continuo!

Paro, entre o espaço e o tempo da virgula, do ponto final que demora 
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