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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.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:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMEQ388eip7ImA9WhRaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995730338483318404</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:40:02.172-08:00</updated><title>A Arte de Escrever é o que me inspira a dizer tudo que está dentro do meu coração!</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/995730338483318404/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>João Paulo de Oliveira Santos</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104738476958762424498</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-z5Ru2mKaC78/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/cgdmFPdDIIo/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</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/blogspot/Fqjfw" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/fqjfw" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQXo7cCp7ImA9WhRbFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-995730338483318404.post-4290149565686909356</id><published>2012-02-04T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T16:34:40.408-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T16:34:40.408-08:00</app:edited><title>Escrever...</title><content type="html">Escrever me permite revelar meus sentimentos, dar vida ao que está no coração, mesmo em meio a dor da solidão.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever me permite mostrar a minha alma, que ela pode se expressar, sem sentir vergonha de me tornar menos homem, pelo contrário, me permite revelar a natureza humana.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever me permite renovar as forças, em meio as fraquezas...alma cansada e atormentada, revelaste a natureza humana em mim, quando quero parecer forte.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever permite aos loucos, uma liberdade!&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever faz com o poeta, fale de amor, faz com que o cronista, seja verdadeiro e firme...escrever torna as palavras reais, onde os sentimentos são irreais e adversos.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever faz com que o sonhador, trace metas, busque assim realizá-las.&lt;br /&gt;
Escrever simplesmente é dar vida as palavras insanas que saem de nós, permitindo assim dar vida as palavras, fazendo com que elas sejam eternas, mesmo não sendo eu eterno.Torna meus sentimentos verdadeiros, mesmo &amp;nbsp;não os expressando, torna minhas falhas reais e o perfeito se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;
Não permita que o vento,leve suas palavras, torne o hoje especial, construa sua história, as escreva para que outras pessoas possam aprender com os seus erros, possam viver suas alegrias, possam sentir o que viveu.&lt;br /&gt;
Lance as palavras ruins em um papel, e jogue-o fora, mas as palavras boas, guarde-as para se fortalecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-4290149565686909356?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;São doze chances de descruzar os braços e corrermos atrás do que desejamos, pois a nós foi dada a oportunidade de sonhar, mas também a capacidade de realização.Trabalhe, crie e enove...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ame,grite, respeite quem se ama e desculpe, perdoe, corrija os erros, esqueça os medos, vença seus anseios, confie em Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Tempos de realizações chegaram, é tempo de vencer, é tempo de crer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-790378713473036916?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage uiStreamHeadline" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; word-break: break-word; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;



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&lt;a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=100002097972244" href="http://www.facebook.com/mreginabelarmino" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;Monica Regina Belarmino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #444444; font-size: large;"&gt;As pessoas deveriam aprender a traduzir seus sentimentos sem medo de dizer, pois a melhor forma de se reencontrar é nas próprias palavras, elas aliviam a alma, acalmam o coração, o mundo das palavras são os mais mágicos de todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-6025518949842388333?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #444444;"&gt;Monica R. Belarmino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-1403372796917890206?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Desejo intenso de vencer, criar coisas novas, sonhar e realizar.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sonhar é um desejo de todos os seres humanos. Realizar é uma capacidade dada a nós, por Deus para possamos ver nossa capacidade.&lt;/div&gt;
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Mostrar a sua presença, quando nos achamos&amp;nbsp;impossível sermos capazes de realizarmos, Ele tem poder para realizar nossos sonhos. Não existe impossibilidade para aquele que crê, pois os que confiam em Deus não serão envergonhados e nem humilhados. Confie sua vida em Deus e Ele te fará vencer!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Somente acredite e Deus te dará vitória!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"Não sei quantos vezes, te decepcionei, ao tentar fazer tudo pelas minhas próprias forças, vencido pela minha ansiedade, frustado pelos medos. Mas vencido pela dor, fui crescendo frustado e cheio de medos...perdido em mim, mas hoje aprendi a esperar em ti, Senhor...viver através do seu amor, para amar-Te, renunciei as minhas opiniões, as minhas vontades...aguardarei as suas promessas, pois por sua fidelidade sei que viverei todas elas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-8858413534333183434?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoje fiquei imaginando como seria estar ao seu lado, como serão nossos dias, imaginando como te chamar ou como te farei sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;
Se vai gostar das minhas piadas sem graças, se vai gostar do meu abraço, para poder te acalentar e oferecer-te carinho.&lt;br /&gt;
No momento ainda não te conheço, mas te imagino em meus sonhos e como será melhor a minha vida ao seu lado. Tenho certeza, que Deus está preparando nossos caminhos, para que possamos ser felizes... pois como poderei dizer que te amo, se meu coração não for capaz de demonstra, tenho certeza que minhas poesias serão melhor quando forem especialmente para ti.&lt;br /&gt;
Meu futuro a Deus pertence, tenho por certo não me sentirei mais incompleto, pois Ele nos fará completos, seremos uma só carne, uma só alma, num amor infinito e lindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-5634395001190532204?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cara namorada,&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Não sei como se chama, não sei onde moras…mas imagino-te sempre tão doce e meiga, com sorriso cativante, olhar penetrante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Em meus sonhos, você já é real…espero em Deus pois sei que Ele vai proporcionar o momento certo de nos conhecermos, enquanto isso peço a Ele te que abençoe, que te faça sempre sorrir, e se chorar que enxugue as suas lagrimas, oro para que não sofras, e que o inimigo não tenha aborreça. Minhas poesias serão para expressar meu imenso amor por ti, meu sorriso será sincero, meus olhos refletiram a felicidade de minha alma e quando me faltarem palavras, eles falaram o quão bom é estar contigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Sei que vai ser bom te amar, pois ao seu lado construiremos algo muito belo, que ao seu lado meus sonhos serão reais, pois Deus será nosso conselheiro, seremos um só coração, uma só força, um imenso amor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Te amo, para sempre seu namorado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Paulo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Frágeis e lindas são as bolas de sabão, reunindo em si a beleza de todas as cores na&amp;nbsp;transparência&amp;nbsp;de seu ser. Delicadas como ao amor, meigas como o sorriso de uma criança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Todos desejam tocá-las, deixam nossos olhos brilhantes e esperançosos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;As bolas de sabão são como o amor, deixam a gente perplexos, completamente bobos como crianças que as descobrem pela primeira vez, são livres como nossos sentimentos, devendo assim permanecerem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;E por mais que elas estourem em nossas mãos queremos ainda mais delas para alegrem nossas vidas, queremos nos sentir como elas, transparentes e singelas. Não deixe de acreditar no amor, se uma bolinha estourou, continue criando-as pois elas serviram para alegrarem outras pessoas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Seria eu capaz de construir o amor??&lt;br /&gt;
Seria eu capaz de amar??&lt;br /&gt;
Todos somos capazes de cultivar tal sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;
É como uma semente de trigo, que tende a morrer para gerar o fruto, assim é o amor...a decepção, o orgulho deve morrer para que o amor real floresça ... cresça e gere muitos frutos. É como uma construção, precisa de um alicerce, colunas resistentes para aguentar todas as chuvas e ventos.&lt;br /&gt;
Somos arquitetos de nossos&amp;nbsp;próprios&amp;nbsp;sentimentos,calculando milimetricamente a nossa felicidade, entregando a essa obra toda nossa felicidade e esperança.&amp;nbsp;Atraídos por tão grande desejo, que seguimos a construção em busca de tal sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;
Ficamos com um navegante em alto mar, guiados pelas ondas, com a incerteza de encontrar o amor, mas ele está mais perto do que pensamos, como uma semente, esperando ser cultivada.&lt;br /&gt;
Então construa o amor seja arquiteto de sua felicidade, seja navegante de si, cultive o amor - mas não deixe de depositar seus sentimentos em Deus, que ele seja a pedra fundamental da sua vida, que Ele seja capitão do seu barco, para que o amor não seja somente uma aventura, seja então o seu amor verdadeiro e não atração, seja seu amor real e não aventureiro, seja ele o sentimento mais nobre em si.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-5499121086605941818?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fraqueza por um belo sorriso, por um doce olhar.&lt;br /&gt;
Fraqueza de dizer sempre sim, até para as coisas ruins.&lt;br /&gt;
De deixar que a tristeza domine meu coração, e me sinta companheiro da ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;
Não é fácil viver no mundo que importa-se tanto pelas&amp;nbsp;aparências, deixando de valorizar as coisas simples da vida.&lt;br /&gt;
É&amp;nbsp;difícil perceber que tudo que&amp;nbsp;construímos&amp;nbsp;pode vir abaixo tão rapidamente, como um castelo de areia, que a onda veem e leva consigo nossos sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Sonhar é tudo que tenho, mas faltam forças para realizá-los.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo que faltem forças é&amp;nbsp;necessário tentar tornar meus sonhos reais, construí-los na Rocha da minha salvação, nunca abandonar minha fé.&lt;br /&gt;
Fraquezas todos temos, mas não devemos nos entregar a elas, incertezas não podem servir de barreira para conquistarmos nossas metas de realização, é ter sempre a certeza que confiando em Deus podemos vencer.&lt;br /&gt;
"Quando maior for a sua luta, tenha a certeza que maior será a sua vitória!". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-365399316529576576?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Desistir jamais, é o que meu coração pede, para não desistir da felicidade e de seu lindo sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;
Desistir jamais de sorrir, pois seu olhar me mostrará a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
Como é intenso o amor de Cristo, como arde em meu peito, como ele é doce e flamejante como o fogo intenso.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes passa na minha cabeça que sou um fracasso, que estou paralisado...acho que estou vivendo como um paralitico, mas não deixa de arder em mim uma vontade intensa de transformar minha história. Mas em mim faltam forças para pular no tanque de Betesda, me encontro muitas vezes desesperançado, amargurado, porém sinto a presença de Deus a me envolver e tocar meu ser, e com seu poder transformador sinto que ainda me amas.&lt;br /&gt;
Senhor de ti eu nunca irei desistir mesmo que minhas forças se acabem, mesmo que a dor me consuma, mesmo &amp;nbsp;envolto a lagrimas, sei que lá Tu estarás para me acolher, para me fortalezar, pois quanto maior é a luta, maior será minha vitória.&lt;br /&gt;
Senhor essa é minha oração a Ti, suplicando a sua&amp;nbsp;misericórdia e seu intenso amor, que confortes meu coração no momento da dor, acalme minha alma no momento de aflição, a ti Jesus serei grato pelo teu ato de amor, e a ti Espirito Santo suplico seu abraço e sua companhia. Amém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-3451301422444700400?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Um presente de grande vália&lt;br /&gt;
Expressão maior do amor&lt;br /&gt;
marcada pela dor&lt;br /&gt;
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Não sabe dar adeus&lt;br /&gt;
acredita na esperança, e nunca há dá por tardia&lt;br /&gt;
Como o desabrochar de uma flor&lt;br /&gt;
E a vida, expressão maior do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
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Dedicação dos apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;
mantenedora dos corações enamorados&lt;br /&gt;
seu fôlego é suave, como uma brisa&lt;br /&gt;
tocando minha doce amada&lt;br /&gt;
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O amor torna doce nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;
por Deus lápida&lt;br /&gt;
seu brilho é mais reluzente do que diamante&lt;br /&gt;
dela serei sempre amante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-3409465392251350220?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma barreira é colocada entre nós, chamada distância.&lt;br /&gt;
Queremos tanto estarmos juntos, mas o orgulho e o medo nos separam.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas temos que aprender a quebrar as barreiras, vencer nossos medos e anseios.&lt;br /&gt;
Quantas vezes necessitamos de um abraço, mas preferimos nos silenciarmos.&lt;br /&gt;
Quantas vezes vamos preferir guardar um sentimento, ao invés de vive-lo?&lt;br /&gt;
Não espere que a distância te vença, para dizer o que senti, não espere a perda para valorizar!&lt;br /&gt;
Lute, persista e vença.&lt;br /&gt;
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Não há escuridão que seja infinita&lt;br /&gt;
e até nas noites mais escura, a lua está lá sempre a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;
e quando ela se ausenta, dá lugar as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;
Não há tristeza que não tem fim&lt;br /&gt;
pois até os corações mais duros&lt;br /&gt;
um dia amolecem&lt;br /&gt;
Não há ninguém que seja uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;
pois até elas, podem tornar-se ótimas moradas&lt;br /&gt;
Não há ninguém que viva sozinho&lt;br /&gt;
pois o solitário, precisa de Deus&lt;br /&gt;
e um homem com Deus em sua vida&lt;br /&gt;
pode conquistar todos os seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
pois nascemos para realizar,para conquistar&lt;br /&gt;
para sermos felizes acima de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-6561153730809630383?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Há momentos, que é preciso chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Há momentos, que é necessário rir&lt;br /&gt;
Há momentos, que é preciso um abraço&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Momentos, a vida é cheia deles&lt;br /&gt;
alguns maravilhosos,outros&amp;nbsp;desprezíveis&lt;br /&gt;
alguns desejamos que retornem&lt;br /&gt;
dos ruins, deve sempre guardar a lição proporcionada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dos momentos ficam as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;
que geram saudades, alegrias e forças&lt;br /&gt;
para seguir em frente&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Acreditando no amor&lt;br /&gt;
na amizade, na fé inabalável&lt;br /&gt;
e que momentos bons sempre viram.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Veja... Eu sei que nós já somos amigos há algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Mas... Eu eu posso confessar pra você...&lt;br /&gt;
Vai ser difícil, mas...&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo bem, vamo lá!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine que o travesseiro que você chorou fosse o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
E que o pano que você limpou seu rosto fosse minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Imagine que se você precisasse de conselhos sobre algum cara, fosse eu quem estivesse em seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
Não estou tentando ouvir você dizer ao&amp;nbsp;Eu quero ser o último número que você liga tarde da noite&lt;br /&gt;
O primeiro que você pensa quando abre seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Quero ser aquele pra quem você corre...&lt;br /&gt;
Ser o único que não vai te magoar&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;
Ser o homem que vai fazer suas amigas terem inveja&lt;br /&gt;
Ser o cara que vai acabar com os caras&lt;br /&gt;
Não importa o que você precise mocinha, está tudo em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Seu soldado, seu amigo, seu amor garota&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seria legal?&lt;br /&gt;
Você se importaria se eu te chamasse de meu amor?&lt;br /&gt;
E se a próxima blusa que você tirasse fosse uma que eu comprei pra você?&lt;br /&gt;
Posso ser o cara que encontra seu pai e leva sua mãe fazer compras, ser o único que eles gostam?&lt;br /&gt;
Você pensou nisso? &amp;nbsp;Realmente já pensou nisso?&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez você devesse guardar um tempinho&lt;br /&gt;
chamar suas amigas e falar sobre isso&lt;br /&gt;
Porque eu já decidi&lt;br /&gt;
Não preciso de mais&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;tempo algum pra saber que eu quero ficar com você.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Quando o amor bate em sua porta, você não pode mandar ele embora, tem que se render a ele. Quando ele vier, aproveite, que tudo isso um dia vai passar e você vai perceber o quanto você necessita dele... O amor é tudo na vida de uma pessoa, ou não, alguns o desperdiçam sem ao menos saber como é, sem ao menos se aproveitar dele. O amor as vezes pode ser bom, ou ruim, pode te machucar, te fazer sofrer, mas quando isso houver, tente se acalmar, tente perceber que nem tudo na vida se baseia no amor, ele te faz sofrer, ele te faz amar incondicionalmente, ele faz você fazer coisas que podem ser estranhas, faz você ficar de um jeito louco, louco de amor, apaixonado, as vezes quando você estiver distraído, pense nisso, pense se tem alguém perto de você que te ama, e pense se vale a pena se render a ele, a esse amor. Quando você menos esperar, pode ter alguém te amando, querendo você, e sem querer você pode desperdiçar essa oportunidade de amar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;As vezes essa pessoa só quer o seu bem, e você não percebe, as vezes ela esta fazendo de tudo pra não te amar, pois esta sendo ignorado, mais tente reagir, não fique assim, todos nós vamos ter um amor, um grande amor, haja o que houver, em qualquer ocasião, em qualquer tempo, ou em qualquer dia de sua vida !&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/995730338483318404-729854894244692432?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E se pergunta onde está Deus em meio a tanto sofrimento, desafetos, ambições...alguns dizem que Deus é um menino com a lupa na mão e nos as formiguinhas... mas sinto que devo te dizer, você está tão cego com suas ambições que inúmeras vezes enxerga a si mesmo e não vê a presença de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas olhe para o céu, sinta o vento bater em seu rosto como se fosse as mãos delicadas de Deus a te acariciar, o sorriso singelo de uma criança, o olhar doce e penetrante de um idoso. Nesse mundo de correrias não conseguimos enxergar que a cada manhã Deus realiza um milagre em nossas vidas...&lt;br /&gt;
Deus tem o olhar sobre a humanidade, um olhar de&amp;nbsp;misericórdia e amor, querendo que o sacrifico da Cruz, chegue a todos, pois Cristo nos realizou isso para que todos fossem salvos mediante ao amor e não em obras e méritos.&lt;br /&gt;
Seja feliz com o que Deus tem te dado...pois sempre o melhor é estar junto a Ele.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-7523405844030027007?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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que aprendeu a isolar-se&lt;br /&gt;
ensinou o coração a esconder-se&lt;br /&gt;
procurando sua amada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Pois só um coração extraordinário&lt;br /&gt;
e amoroso pode reconhecer outro&lt;br /&gt;
tornando os olhos, fontes da alma&lt;br /&gt;
minhas mãos, esperando toca-la&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ansioso, arranca um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
tornando seu olhar tímido&lt;br /&gt;
o fazendo sentir-se bobo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O coração se abre&lt;br /&gt;
a alma sai do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;
para dizer amo você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-3745896703990589139?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pois a melhor parte de mim está em te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de mim é me ver em seu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;para mim &amp;nbsp;a melhor coisa é te abraçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de mim é te querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o melhor dia, foi te conhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de mim é viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;ao seu lado até envelhecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de mim é te fazer sorrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu nunca vou te ferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;e se um dia, tiver de partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;não deixarei você ver, as minhas lágrimas a cair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;O melhor de mim, está no meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o melhor de mim é você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o melhor de mim, não causa dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;pois no meu coração, estará eternamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-3161623738642629916?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas ao mesmo tempo frustante para mim, está tão perto e ao mesmo tempo tão longe do meu alcance.&lt;br /&gt;
É estranho como a distancia conspira contra o meu ser, é estranho você não notar meu sentimento em meio ao abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas para sempre será eu e você, como uma linda história de amor, nunca vivida. Gravada no coração como uma paixão&amp;nbsp;ilusória, como um conto de fadas, sem final feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando fecho os meus olhos, é o seu abraço que sinto acalentar minha alma, é a chama que aquece meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;
Esse é o drama vivido por um apaixonado, porém deve viver separado da pessoa amada, &amp;nbsp;destinado a não ser amado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-4938167841934175731?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimento puro que envolve nosso olhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entrelaça nossas almas, tornando-se única.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No momento em que te olhei, comecei a te amar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soube naquele instante, que duraria até o fim da minha vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seu sorriso é o sol do &amp;nbsp;meu dia, que aquece meu coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como é doce essa paixão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O simples fato de abraçá-la, torna meu dia especial.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O &amp;nbsp;mundo parece parar quando nos olhamos e sorrimos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao seu lado, me sinto o tal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo é nosso aliado, em cada segundo do meu ser,só quero dizer-te: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Te amo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;João Paulo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-8246344544667480941?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É estranho perceber que as peças das quais eram seu encaixe, já não formam a mesma figura que ti.&lt;br /&gt;
Como se você fosse a peça contrária da imagem, e como um quebra-cabeça de 5000 peças, você ser a única que não acha o seu lugar na forma&amp;nbsp;simétrica, que faz com que as formas se definam na mais bela imagem.&lt;br /&gt;
Ou perceber que se perderam algumas peças que eram fundamentais para que&amp;nbsp;mantivéssemos o quebra-cabeça sempre completo e belo.&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje olho para mim, e não me encaixo em lugar algum, ou será que me tornei tão auto-suficiente assim? - de uma coisa eu sei que não vou abandonar minha fé em Deus, e Ele não desistiu de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele está montado o mais belo quebra cabeça e eu faço parte dele, o quebra-cabeça chamado FELICIDADE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/995730338483318404-1517786317967078283?l=joaopauloliveira.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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