<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CkANQH0yfSp7ImA9Wx5UEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467</id><updated>2010-10-15T04:06:31.395-07:00</updated><title>Uma nova Oportunidade</title><subtitle type='html'>“Aqui vai a verdade sobre a verdade: ela machuca. Então, a gente mente”

“Talvez a gente goste da dor. Porque sem ela, talvez, a gente não se sentisse real”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkANQHo7eip7ImA9Wx5UEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-600383098387697991</id><published>2010-10-15T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T04:06:31.402-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T04:06:31.402-07:00</app:edited><title>Escada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A vida é mais cheia de erros do que acertos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;O tempo é subjetivo, com seu timer imprevisível, que tentamos controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Suspiros, lamentações, risos forçados e sem esperança. Alegrias são momentos distintos que ao longo do tempo vão desaparecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&amp;nbsp;por &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;D. Carmo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-600383098387697991?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/600383098387697991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/escada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/600383098387697991?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/600383098387697991?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/escada.html' title='Escada'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLg1M-Os6KI/AAAAAAAAASU/JctSQe7IwgI/s72-c/escada%2520da%2520vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkUDRnY6fip7ImA9Wx5UEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-4501215631883667391</id><published>2010-10-15T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:57:57.816-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T03:57:57.816-07:00</app:edited><title>Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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﻿Acredita que sofro muito na tua ausência ...o coração está apertado e queria gritar bem alto o teu nome...mas não posso!&lt;br /&gt;Na ausência do amor deixo-me envolver pelas noites frias e recordo cada momento cada pedacinho de ti...de nós e faço planos que não sei se um dia iremos realizar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tristeza da tua ausência....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; pensadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-4501215631883667391?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/4501215631883667391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ausencia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/4501215631883667391?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/4501215631883667391?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/ausencia.html' title='Ausência'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgzMNkQ7hI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HJPkgh7EGHM/s72-c/Imagens_d' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkcHQnw_fSp7ImA9Wx5UEUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-6308914832418398671</id><published>2010-10-15T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:53:53.245-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T03:53:53.245-07:00</app:edited><title>Tarde demais... Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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É tarde demais ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer que lamento&lt;br /&gt;Que são as pequenas coisas que contam&lt;br /&gt;Que é a união que busco&lt;br /&gt;Que ao abrir os olhos é a tua imagem que procuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais? &lt;br /&gt;Quando digo que quero ser livre como um pássaro &lt;br /&gt;Não imagino uma vida de aventuras. &lt;br /&gt;Penso apenas em viver &lt;br /&gt;Com as flores que dão colorido à vida, &lt;br /&gt;Com o perfume que suavizam os sentidos &lt;br /&gt;Com o prazer de olhar o céu azul, &lt;br /&gt;Do sol se deitando sobre o mar, &lt;br /&gt;Das noites límpidas banhadas de luar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será muito tarde? &lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode ser loucura! &lt;br /&gt;Mas os bens materiais envelhecem-se&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero procurar raízes, &lt;br /&gt;Para acordar &lt;br /&gt;Com o orvalho da manhã. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será assim, tão tarde? &lt;br /&gt;Para encontar algo&lt;br /&gt;Para estar com o vento sem monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Ser uma gaivota que gosta de esvoaçar&lt;br /&gt;entre as ondas do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre à tua procura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vaguear pela noite &lt;br /&gt;Viver ao sol como uma cigana. &lt;br /&gt;As noites passadas ao relento &lt;br /&gt;Tendo por colchão a relva &lt;br /&gt;E por cobertor as estrelas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja em pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero deixar o meu corpo esmorecer &lt;br /&gt;Na mágoa da esperança que me manteve! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não tivermos mais tempo e &lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim a saudade bater à tua porta, &lt;br /&gt;Vê-me através da lua pálida&lt;br /&gt;Sente-me no perfume do vento, &lt;br /&gt;Ouve-me nas cantigas que saem dos acordes&lt;br /&gt;de uma viola qualquer&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-me no sussurro do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te que nunca é tarde demais&lt;br /&gt;por isso deixo aqui escrito na esperança&lt;br /&gt;que nunca seja tarde demais para recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;e viver no presente em busca do futuro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;by:&amp;nbsp; pensadora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-6308914832418398671?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/6308914832418398671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tarde-demais-outono.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/6308914832418398671?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/6308914832418398671?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/tarde-demais-outono.html' title='Tarde demais... Outono'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgyQW_7qMI/AAAAAAAAASM/lqhPUWB8qBg/s72-c/out_0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUBQHc4fip7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-7606281881590593374</id><published>2010-10-15T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T02:00:51.936-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T02:00:51.936-07:00</app:edited><title>CONTIGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgXY37paaI/AAAAAAAAARs/7bHtlhOSPxE/s1600/fases-da-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="221" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgXY37paaI/AAAAAAAAARs/7bHtlhOSPxE/s400/fases-da-vida.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre passado, presente &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e futuro,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peguei na tua mão,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;corremos, trocámos palavras&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brincámos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chorámos e rimos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das memórias, guardámos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frutos, todos juntos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que pelos caminhos da vida&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deram outros frutos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que vieram de todos nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes os dias&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nascem escuros, cinzentos,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o sol está sempre lá&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;à nossa espera&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta abrir uma janela&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e deixá-lo entrar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas por vezes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é preciso esperar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.C&lt;/strong&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/4128695072353100467-7606281881590593374?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/7606281881590593374/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/contigo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/7606281881590593374?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/7606281881590593374?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/contigo.html' title='CONTIGO'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgXY37paaI/AAAAAAAAARs/7bHtlhOSPxE/s72-c/fases-da-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0EERHY9cCp7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-5250102735753524306</id><published>2010-10-15T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:33:25.868-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T01:33:25.868-07:00</app:edited><title>SENTADA NA AREIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgRFTxSyRI/AAAAAAAAARo/5Arsur06HMA/s1600/sentada+na+areia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgRFTxSyRI/AAAAAAAAARo/5Arsur06HMA/s320/sentada+na+areia.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje mais uma vez caminhei&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
e me sentei na areia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;olhei para a linha do horizonte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;aquela linha tão ténue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;entre os azuis do céu e o mar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;gostaria de lá chegar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e a ultrapassar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;descobrir o que existia do outro lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;daquele horizonte misterioso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Entre as mãos segurei na areia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;velozmente &lt;/span&gt;me escorregava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;por entre os dedos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e era tão fina, tão fina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que conseguia identificar naqueles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;finos grãos, búzios e conchas brilhantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que eu não conseguia perceber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;de onde vinham.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;A água a correr, as ondas a bater&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;o vento na cara a sussurrar-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;canções celestiais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;numa tamanha perfeição&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que só era mesmo sentida&lt;br /&gt;
dentro do meu coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;E então fechava os olhos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e naquele silêncio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;eu podia ouvir, olhar e sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;tudo o que se encontrava &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;à minha volta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que só podia ter sentido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;criado por alguém muito especial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;alguém divino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;para me deixar ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;escutar e sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;tanta beleza à minha volta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;O significado de coisas que parecem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;não ter importância,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;mas são essas coisas simples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;maravilhosas e deslumbrantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que descobrimos nesses momentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que são só nossos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;de silêncios, que nos fazem pensar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;que não estamos sós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Ao cair da noite, ainda sentada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;na areia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;lá longe no horizonte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;uma estrela apareceu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e me vem fazer companhia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;ela brilhava, cintilava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;e com ela segui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;até que adormeci serena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;deitada na fina areia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;até amanhecer num novo dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-5250102735753524306?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/5250102735753524306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/sentada-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/5250102735753524306?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/5250102735753524306?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/sentada-na-areia.html' title='SENTADA NA AREIA'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgRFTxSyRI/AAAAAAAAARo/5Arsur06HMA/s72-c/sentada+na+areia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YDR347eCp7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-1837130728151417839</id><published>2010-10-15T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:26:16.000-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T01:26:16.000-07:00</app:edited><title>O TEMPO... VIVA A VIDA .!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgPtoMzqzI/AAAAAAAAARk/o2LKYt3rCFQ/s1600/viva-la-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgPtoMzqzI/AAAAAAAAARk/o2LKYt3rCFQ/s320/viva-la-vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é o dever que nós trouxemos para fazer em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando se vê, já são seis horas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando se&amp;nbsp;vê, já é sexta-feira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando se vê, já é natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando se vê, já terminou o ano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando se vê perdemos o amor da nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando se vê passaram 50 anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Agora é tarde demais para ser reprovado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se me fosse dado um dia, outra oportunidade, eu nem olhava o relógio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seguiria sempre em frente e iria jogando pelo caminho a casca dourada e inútil das horas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Seguraria o amor que está a minha frente e diria que eu o amo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E tem mais: não deixe de fazer algo de que gosta devido à falta de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Não deixe de ter pessoas ao seu lado por puro medo de ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A única falta que terá será a desse tempo que, infelizmente, nunca mais voltará. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mário Quintana&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/4128695072353100467-1837130728151417839?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/1837130728151417839/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-tempo-viva-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/1837130728151417839?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/1837130728151417839?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-tempo-viva-vida.html' title='O TEMPO... VIVA A VIDA .!'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLgPtoMzqzI/AAAAAAAAARk/o2LKYt3rCFQ/s72-c/viva-la-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QDR3k5cCp7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-5083149013583773322</id><published>2010-10-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:42:56.728-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T03:42:56.728-07:00</app:edited><title></title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas só precisam de&amp;nbsp;nosso sorriso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-5083149013583773322?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/5083149013583773322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-nova-oportunidade-saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/5083149013583773322?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/5083149013583773322?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-nova-oportunidade-saudade.html' title=''/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLguonWUJtI/AAAAAAAAASE/mPDPuRqLZu0/s72-c/x1pNWjjkHJ3o_zbG-K5mDurnpiu_Xy3u3s88GvjaYyggMFfvhjz7Sn94Eq_pv79oZ3-NFoPsqCCF8d2EdzuqAGSzoP4zOcsR-WLxUQLuRMILTBbHEfWcqEbfCz3or4ABHX7UM2GVhjO5IA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04GR3w6cSp7ImA9Wx5UEU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-2915866228679006637</id><published>2010-10-14T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:58:46.219-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-14T23:58:46.219-07:00</app:edited><title>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf64SsgEzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vmnzXOFmL8c/s1600/qualidade+de+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="190" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf64SsgEzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vmnzXOFmL8c/s320/qualidade+de+vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cruzamo-nos com pessoas na vida que, para além de uma enorme amizade, influenciam e moldam parte do nosso carácter. Indicam-nos o caminho a seguir. Ajudam-nos a crescer.&lt;br /&gt;
Tive a sorte de, na minha vida, ter tido uma amizade dessas. &lt;br /&gt;
Desapareceu permaturamente, mas a sua presença e memória é constante. Não há um fim, para uma amizade assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-2915866228679006637?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/2915866228679006637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/2915866228679006637?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/2915866228679006637?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf64SsgEzI/AAAAAAAAARQ/vmnzXOFmL8c/s72-c/qualidade+de+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0INRnwyfSp7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-8367617200891831735</id><published>2010-10-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T03:46:37.295-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T03:46:37.295-07:00</app:edited><title>A Urgência de Viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf4vqxxL1I/AAAAAAAAARM/5gzMqn3iLfw/s1600/ciclo_da_vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="226" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf4vqxxL1I/AAAAAAAAARM/5gzMqn3iLfw/s320/ciclo_da_vida.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;"O que você fez HOJE é muito importante:&lt;br /&gt;porque você está trocando um dia de sua vida por isso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para fazer o que precisa ser feito,&lt;br /&gt;num mundo que só nos dá um dia de cada vez,&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhuma garantia do amanhã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enquanto lamentamos que a vida é curta,&lt;br /&gt;agimos como se tivéssemos à nossa disposição&lt;br /&gt;um estoque inesgotável de tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para dizer&lt;br /&gt;as palavras de perdão que devem ser ditas,&lt;br /&gt;para por de lado os rancores que devem ser expulsos,&lt;br /&gt;para expressar gratidão, para dar ânimo,&lt;br /&gt;para oferecer consolo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para ser generosos, deixando que a&lt;br /&gt;demora diminua a alegria de dar espontaneamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para ser pais de nossos&lt;br /&gt;filhos pequenos, esquecendo quão curto é o &lt;br /&gt;tempo em que eles são pequenos, &lt;br /&gt;quão depressa a vida os faz crescer e ir embora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para dar carinho&lt;br /&gt;aos nossos pais, irmãos e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe quão logo será tarde demais?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para ler os livros, ouvir as músicas,&lt;br /&gt;ver os quadros que estão esperando para alargar nossa&lt;br /&gt;mente, enriquecer nosso espírito e expandir nossa alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais para enunciar as preces&lt;br /&gt;que estão esperando para atravessar nossos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;para executar as tarefas que estão esperando para &lt;br /&gt;serem cumpridas, para demonstrar o amor&lt;br /&gt;que talvez não seja mais necessário amanhã.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperamos demais nos bastidores,&lt;br /&gt;quando a vida tem um papel para desempenhar no palco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus também está esperando&lt;br /&gt;- esperando-nos parar de esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando-nos começar a fazer agora tudo aquilo&lt;br /&gt;para o qual este dia e esta vida nos foram dados."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Henry Sobel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-8367617200891831735?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/8367617200891831735/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/urgencia-de-viver-o-que-voce-fez-hoje-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/8367617200891831735?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/8367617200891831735?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/urgencia-de-viver-o-que-voce-fez-hoje-e.html' title='A Urgência de Viver'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf4vqxxL1I/AAAAAAAAARM/5gzMqn3iLfw/s72-c/ciclo_da_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8MQnk9eip7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-2705175826068102996</id><published>2010-10-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:21:23.762-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T01:21:23.762-07:00</app:edited><title>'A NOSSA VIDA'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf0Bt6VojI/AAAAAAAAARI/38OzSfGB3Mg/s1600/vida-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf0Bt6VojI/AAAAAAAAARI/38OzSfGB3Mg/s320/vida-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Se pudéssemos ter consciência da importância da&lt;br /&gt;
nossa vida, talvez pensássemos duas vezes antes de jogar fora as oportunidades que temos de ser e de fazer os outros felizes.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas flores são colhidas cedo demais. Algumas, mesmo ainda em botão. Há sementes que nunca brotam e há aquelas flores que vivem a vida inteira até que,&lt;br /&gt;
pétala por pétala, tranqüilas, vividas, se entregam ao vento.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a gente não sabe adivinhar. A gente não sabe por quanto tempo estará enfeitando esse Éden e tampouco aquelas flores que foram plantadas ao nosso redor. E descuidamos. Cuidamos pouco. De nós, dos outros. Entristecemos-nos por coisas pequenas e perdemos minutos e horas preciosos. Perdemos dias, às vezes anos. Calamos-nos quando deveríamos falar; falamos demais quando deveríamos ficar em silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;
Não damos o abraço que tanto nossa alma pede porque algo em nós impede essa aproximação.&lt;br /&gt;
Não damos um beijo carinhoso, porque não estamos acostumados com isso e não dizemos que gostamos porque achamos que o outro sabe automaticamente o que sentimos.&lt;br /&gt;
E passa a noite e chega o dia, o sol nasce e adormece e continuamos os mesmos, fechados em nós. Reclamamos do que não temos ou achamos que não temos suficiente. Cobramos. Dos outros. Da vida. De nós mesmos. Consumimos-nos. Costumamos comparar nossas vidas com as daqueles que possuem mais que a gente.&lt;br /&gt;
E se experimentássemos comparar nossa vida com aqueles que possuem menos? Isso faria uma grande diferença. E o tempo passa... Passamos pela vida, não vivemos. Sobrevivemos, porque não sabemos fazer outra coisa. Até que, inesperadamente, acordamos e olhamos pra trás. E então nos perguntamos: E agora?&lt;br /&gt;
Agora, hoje, ainda é tempo de reconstruir alguma coisa, de dar o abraço amigo, de dizer uma palavra carinhosa, de agradecer pelo que temos.&lt;br /&gt;
Nunca se é velho demais ou jovem demais para amar, dizer uma palavra gentil ou fazer um gesto carinhoso. Não olhe para trás. O que passou, passou.O que&lt;br /&gt;
perdemos, perdemos. Olhe para frente! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="f"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;por:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; þrin¢esa &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4128695072353100467-2705175826068102996?l=josy-llidy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/feeds/2705175826068102996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa-vida-se-pudessemos-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/2705175826068102996?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4128695072353100467/posts/default/2705175826068102996?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josy-llidy.blogspot.com/2010/10/nossa-vida-se-pudessemos-ter.html' title='&apos;A NOSSA VIDA&apos;'/><author><name>josy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01132847195634912099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04635221390950899379'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLf0Bt6VojI/AAAAAAAAARI/38OzSfGB3Mg/s72-c/vida-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkAMSXo7cSp7ImA9Wx5UEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4128695072353100467.post-2614818909417684674</id><published>2010-10-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:19:48.409-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-15T01:19:48.409-07:00</app:edited><title>5 coisas que aprendi com o lápis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLI9NCUiwoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GaMkN-iAK8k/s1600/Z1563gna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4qiYDAm_8x4/TLI9NCUiwoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GaMkN-iAK8k/s1600/Z1563gna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;1° : Você pode fazer grandes coisas, mas não deve esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
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nunca que existe uma mão que guia seus passos. Esta mão nós chamamos de Deus, e Ele deve sempre conduzi-lo em direção à Sua vontade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2° : De vez em quando eu preciso parar o que estou escrevendo e usar o apontador. Isso faz com que o lápis sofra um pouco, mas no final, ele&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;está mais afiado. Portanto, saiba suportar algumas dores, porque elas o farão ser uma pessoa melhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3° : O lápis sempre permite que usemos uma borracha para apagar aquilo que estava errado. Entenda que corrigir uma coisa que fizemos não é &lt;br /&gt;
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necessariamente algo mau, mas algo importante para nos manter no caminho da justiça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4° : O que realmente importa no lápis não é a madeira ou sua forma exterior, mas o grafite que está dentro. Portanto, sempre cuide daquilo que &lt;br /&gt;
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acontece dentro de você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E Finalmente a 5° : O Lápis sempre deixa uma marca. Da mesma maneira, saiba que tudo que você fizer na vida, irá deixar traços...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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