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Blog aberto para qualquer momento e situação...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://sintoagora.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://sintoagora.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Situações e Sentimentos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358403841571457083</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofcJ0FO_UG0/Tdh9opDfTpI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DExNIgP_ZqI/s220/DSCF6645.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SituaesEMomentos" /><feedburner:info uri="situaesemomentos" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NR3c8eSp7ImA9WhRSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3507191533149423019.post-8010179099706302331</id><published>2011-11-12T12:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T12:26:36.971-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-12T12:26:36.971-02:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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E eu que pensava que sabia o que era amor&lt;/div&gt;
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Como me atrevi a utilizar tal palavra para sentimentos tolos&lt;/div&gt;
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Pensamentos&amp;nbsp;
desvairados&lt;/div&gt;
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Momentos de solidão que tentavam iludir e misturar
sentimentos&lt;/div&gt;
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Paixões disfarçadas, como armadilhas&lt;/div&gt;
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Como um copo d’água no deserto, que mata sua sede em um
único momento&lt;/div&gt;
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Porém não me arrependo das lágrimas derramadas&lt;/div&gt;
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Muito menos dos risos e descontrações &lt;/div&gt;
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A espera sempre tem um fim&lt;/div&gt;
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E torna-se um momento de prazer e alegria&lt;/div&gt;
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Talvez uma alegria maior do que se houvesse uma resposta
imediata&lt;/div&gt;
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Nunca mais nessa pequena e curta vida perderei tempo
reclamando da demora de encontrar a felicidade, pois ela vem de forma
inesperada, como um presente de Deus&lt;/div&gt;
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Que por vezes não vem de primeira como você imagina, mas que
com o passar do tempo vai se adequando e se encaixando como uma chave na sua
fechadura&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada dia mais, confirmo, que quanto maior a tempestade de
uma noite, maior será o sol do dia seguinte, mesmo que deixe marcas, não são
marcas permanentes, pois com o tempo o que foi derrubado pode ser reconstruído
e&amp;nbsp; ficar melhor do que foi no passado!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Idma MR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preciso aprender...&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Que cada dia deve ser escrito como um momento único da vida;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preciso aprender a falar menos e perceber mais o silêncio;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Preciso aprender a sorrir nos momentos de dor e agradecer os momentos de alegria;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As vezes é necessário transformar a areia em pedra ou muitas vezes a pedra em pequenos grãos de areia&lt;/div&gt;
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essa é a missão mais difícil, voltar a ser grão no momento certo.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Quando somos areia, precisamos de um processo lento e&amp;nbsp;paciente, unindo cada grão gradativamente até nos tornamos pedra, cada pedra com sua particularidade e componentes...assim chega um momento que muitas pedras devem voltar a ser areia e lembrar de sua origem, para que seu momento pedra não seja apenas como barreiras e sim de caminhos que possam levar a um lugar mais alto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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By: IMR&lt;/div&gt;
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Oh mundinho de hipócritas, rodeada de ambições e trapassas, o inferno não deve ser tão diferente do que o vivido na terra atualmente, alias, atualmente não, pois acho que não houve época em que o homem fosse diferente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Confiar em alguém tem sido algo tão complicado, acho que não só para mim, "desconfiança em pessoa". Existe um clima de tensão entre as pessoas, onde o outro parece sempre estar a espreita da queda do próximo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cada dia mais procuro no meu próximo (e em mim) valores que parecem perdidos num buraco negro, fico feliz por ainda encontrar algumas pessoas assim, raras e preciosas...e não venha pensar que são aquelas pessoas que estão sempre do seu lado, sorrindo e falando coisas que lhe agradam...muitas vezes são esses os altores das piores punhaladas, então não se surpreenda se alguém que você vê como inimigo seja o que te estenda a mão num momento de apuros.&lt;/div&gt;
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By: Idma MR&lt;/div&gt;
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Existem sentimentos que são únicos, sentimentos que ficam
adormecidos dentro de nós e aparecem quando surge seu “ativador”.&lt;/div&gt;
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A vida é algo tão singelo e precioso, muitas vezes nem
notamos a simplicidade dela, tampamos nossa visão com medos, acusações e críticas
e não nos damos conta que tudo acontece segundo a vontade de uma força maior,
que chamo de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;
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Estou tento prova viva e concreta &amp;nbsp;de que as histórias são escritas por cada um
de nós, mas que só são concretizadas por forças maiores que sabem o motivo de
algo acontecer, mesmo que certas histórias pareçam ser incabíveis ou
completamente loucas!&lt;/div&gt;
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By: Idma M.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O momento é feito de acordo com a intensidade como é vivido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não tem sentido, &lt;u&gt;estar por estar&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;fazer por fazer&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;viver por viver&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dar sentido a vida é mais do que simplesmente deixar os dias passarem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;como o dia anterior...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viver é ser feliz, é apreciar o vento que toca nosso rosto aliviando o calor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;do sol que nos aquece, ouvir a chuva caindo sobre o solo numa sinfonia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;única, observar o movimento das árvores e as folhas caindo ao chão...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É dançar quando sentir vontade, entrar no ritmo da música sem pensar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;em mais nada,cantar bem alto, sem ligar para afinação...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dizer&lt;u&gt; te amo&lt;/u&gt;, quantas vezes sentir vontade,&lt;u&gt; sem ligar&lt;/u&gt; para&lt;u&gt; o que vão pensar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E acima de tudo &lt;u&gt;ser você mesmo&lt;/u&gt;, não perdendo sua essência, de ser &lt;u&gt;único&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;By: Idma M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/3507191533149423019-5964096258397527081?l=sintoagora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Hoje é um daqueles dias, que você não sabe como se sente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Não sabe o que pensar, muitas informações vem a sua cabeça, desalinhadamente, tornando tudo mais complicado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Uma mistura de preocupação com tristeza. Queria ser capaz de em alguns momentos não sofrer pelos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A sensação de impotência é o pior sentimento que se pode ter, será que vim para esse mundo sem nenhuma função? Só para ver o errado, como uma mera espectadora de braços atados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Aliás, o que será certo no final das contas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Provavelmente nesse planeta o certo seja ser errado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;E nesse momento sei que não quero ser certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;By: Idma M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Uma pequena palavra que faz grandes modificações em nossa vida, sem fé não encontramos razão para viver, haveria apenas um grande vazio no coração e na alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É o mesmo de viver sem um objetivo na vida, qual seria a graça de viver sem tentar vencer limites? Quebrar fronteiras? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Alcançar metas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Um homem sem fé é um vaso vazio, onde apenas existe uma frágil casca vulnerável a esmorecer a qualquer momento, onde será facilmente derrubado com a primeira rajada de vento que vier em sua direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A fé é aliada dos sonhos, sonhos nunca devem ser menosprezados muito menos ridicularizados... Pois eles são os frutos da fé, que se desenvolveram para a realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;De todas as vezes que deixei a fé de lado não houve uma que me visse feliz, só trouxe vazio e tristeza, uma sensação de que não fazia mais sentindo nenhum viver...Mas ai vem a fonte de onde tiro forças, que reanima minha&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;fé, JESUS, e passo a ver solução para coisas antes obscuras, e percebo o quanto não vale a pena chorar por algo que o tempo irá apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Assim como a vida tudo é passageiro, e as coisas vem até nós quando não deixamos em segundo plano aquilo que deveria estar em primeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tenha Fé, ame, viva e se faça essência nesse mundo desfocado das simples coisas da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;By&lt;/span&gt;: Idma M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507191533149423019-1746507652363430078?l=sintoagora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Esse talvez seja o motivo de tantas brigas e desavenças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se uma vez na vida todos descem o “braço a torcer”, ou largasse seu orgulho de lado e começasse a ouvir melhor ao próximo, e não julgar antes de um pensamento ser concluído, evitaria prováveis conclusões precipitadas ou até mesmo discussões sem fundamentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Existe uma grande diferença em ter opinião própria ou personalidade forte e ser prepotente e arrogante. Uma grande virtude é ser humilde o suficiente para saber quando calar e ouvir, mesmo que a situação não pareça tão justa, a justiça vem para aqueles que estão corretos, sem que seja necessário, revolta e mais briga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você já parou para pensar como seria um mundo em que todos fossem chefes a todo momento? E que não existisse ninguém para fazer uma crítica de forma que fosse aceita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha cabeça dói só de imaginar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Porém não estou afirmando que em certos momentos discussões não sejam aceitas, mas para tudo á seu momento, e as palavras devem ser medidas antes de serem lançadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 35.45pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se você não faz, tente fazer isso pelo menos em um momento do seu dia, pare, escute e ouça o que as pessoas lhe falam, principalmente escute! Assim com certeza você verá algum ponto positivo ou uma forma de fazer alguém te escutar sem gerar atritos ou más conclusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt; Idma M.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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E passa despercebida quando estamos a fazer algo prazeroso. Da vontade de poder comandar os ponteiros do tempo dessa vida louca, e ao mesmo tempo tão certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Existem anos que passam como horas, e horas que passam como anos, no intervalo que olhamos para trás já alcançamos um futuro que agora jaz presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;O bom é olhar para este tempo que passou e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;- É valeu à pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Pois olhar para trás e dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;- Bem que eu poderia ter feito melhor, ou não ter feito aquilo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deixa um gosto de frustração e arrependimento que ficam lhe martilhando até surgirem outras metas e continuar esse ciclo de idas e vindas, percas e ganhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mas o que seria da vida sem o tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Aliado &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;da dor, e resposta para o amor?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;img height="384" id="il_fi" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FCOWZBsrFaQ/TNb1CVDF_aI/AAAAAAAAAas/HdF4myGT9EY/s1600/TEMPO.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507191533149423019-6085033438692517037?l=sintoagora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida&amp;nbsp;realmente é como&amp;nbsp;uma folha de papel em branco...que vc escreve,&amp;nbsp;faz uma grande história nela...se quiser pode até apagar a história que vc fez, mas no final sempre&amp;nbsp;restarão marcas que nada fazem apagar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas quem sabe passando uma caneta por cima não fique bem disfarçadas essas marcas né?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero mais ouvir mentiras &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disfarçadas de verdades que possam me fazer sofrer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero ver aquele mesmo pôr-do-sol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e lembrar que assim como vai ele volta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje estou sorrindo como se tudo fosse perfeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanhã choro lágrimas que corroem um peito aberto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com pulsações nas mãos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em ritmo quase perdido...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;By: Idma M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pikKyWO00LRS7BdJ9_mJ9IRcut8kS1zSN0lhmIN6oMzFLUYE4fosAd-8wcaHLNHXF" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3507191533149423019-4365819766426015445?l=sintoagora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Lembranças são boas...mas as vezes nos tira da real&amp;nbsp;situação.&amp;nbsp;&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/3507191533149423019-2960892049674773375?l=sintoagora.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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