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Não é nada demais, são águas passadas&lt;br /&gt;
Escolha uma estrada&lt;br /&gt;
E não olhe, não olhe prá trás&lt;br /&gt;
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Mais um ano se passou para mim, comecei uma nova fase 14/11.&lt;br /&gt;
Meu dia foi maravilhoso, cheio de carinho, com boas cias, cheio de&amp;nbsp;abraços, ligações, (uma ligação que me emocionou muito foi a Bel cantando parabéns para mim, até chorei, o ano passado ela não falava, agora fala " Parabléns Quis, te amo"....ai que gostoso)...ganhei um monte de presentes e terminei em uma pizzaria que amo, fui com meus irmãos e meu pai, fiquei mega, hiper feliz!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ainda estou organizando muitas coisas em minha cabeça, estou cheia de novos planos e querendo &amp;nbsp;"radicalizar"...... claro que toda mudança dá aquele medo, frio na barriga, mas quero que Deus abençõe esse meu desejo, que seja abençoado por ele....não é nada para amanhã, mas já estou começando a me organizar.......&lt;br /&gt;
Estava com tanta vontade de passar por aqui e deixar registrado minha gratidão a Deus, por ser tão generoso comigo, com tantas pessoas que me amam, e que me cobrem de carinho.&lt;br /&gt;
Enfim que esse novo tempo seja coberto de discernimento e sabedoria para que eu encare as coisas com ainda mais maturidade, que eu possa ver a provisão de Deus quando tudo parecer tão complicado, que eu nunca esqueça que os sonhos de Deus são maiores que os meus....Que eu viva amando as pessoas infinitamente mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Quero também aproveitar e agradecer a Deus por me permitir ter sido amada pelo Gui e pela minha Vó que agora estão no céu, festejando a vida eterna, e que eles continuem me amando, já que tiveram que partir....eu continuo amando muito vocês e sinto que são meus anjos me dirigindo em muitas coisas!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Deus não me deixe nunca sozinha, tudo que eu preciso vem de ti e sei que agora ainda mais!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Obrigada a todos meus meus pais,&amp;nbsp;tios, tia, primos e primas, amigos virtuais,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;amigos, amigas por terem iluminado e abençoado tanto meu dia!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGF_OBJPZI0/TsPFRvb8ynI/AAAAAAAACLA/cp3Cq-RQPSM/s1600/%25C3%25A9+vero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGF_OBJPZI0/TsPFRvb8ynI/AAAAAAAACLA/cp3Cq-RQPSM/s320/%25C3%25A9+vero.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meu desejo para todos nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imnIjnyF0gg/TsPFWNVbdaI/AAAAAAAACLI/e15S-jgYcoI/s1600/bellinda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-imnIjnyF0gg/TsPFWNVbdaI/AAAAAAAACLI/e15S-jgYcoI/s320/bellinda.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Essa é a Bel, princesa da prima, com 2 aninhos! Te amo meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-7525711789334923646?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;O amor verdadeiro tem dessas coisas: não se explica, não se controla, não se racionaliza, simplesmente toma conta. É uma droga, um vício, uma viagem, ida e volta, sem parar."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Martha Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-5802126014657855698?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ana Jácomo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-4350241597862382719?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fui visitar um blog que amava de paixão...Do meu amigos Poemas e Amizade&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando cliquei apareceu a mensagem &lt;strong&gt;Desculpe, o blog em poemaseamizades.blogspot.com foi removido&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Me entristeci...amava as citações e ele era um mega poeta....Espero que um dia ele leia esse post e dizer que por muitas vezes ele me fortaleceu,&amp;nbsp; uma pessoa que nunca vi, que não me conhece!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei o motivo que te fizeram afastar, mas volta logo, mande um sinal!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nós poetas precisamos de você.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-2836279030357242440?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Faça da paixão o mistério existente que há dentro de tí.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deixe o teu olhar dançar no embalo da bondade do teu coração.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Permita que teu olhar sorria para um par de olhos necessitados.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(Jéh Cajado)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Adote uma filosofia otimista, eduque-se para ser feliz. (...) Seja feliz, se quer ser bonita!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Clarice Lispector&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-6345973006044814692?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que sua arte e sua música ecoem para sempre, como deve ser"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;TM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-4453532974450697718?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(Camila Vicent)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081761145898493111-4201799383655827153?l=pensamentosversusmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É a minha garantia&lt;br /&gt;
Deus me livre das maldades&lt;br /&gt;
Me guarde onde quer que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;
Tô fazendo a minha parte&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia eu chego lá..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Musica de Diogo Nogueira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Que saudades de estar mais por aqui!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
O trecho da musica acima eu adoro muito e vim completar com uma mensagem para vocês.....Quero dizer que por mais que as coisas estejam complicadas e dificieis, que a gente sempre encontre forças para pintar um novo dia...&lt;br /&gt;
Estou preparando diversas novidades e poemas lindos!&lt;br /&gt;
Me aguardem....&lt;br /&gt;
Beijos enormes a todos meus Raros e Raras, peço millllll perdões pela ausencia, e obrigada a todos vocês que me escrevem, me enviam e-mails, comentam, leio todos, quero agradecer&amp;nbsp;por iluminar tanto minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;
Coisa que as vezes pessoas que estão do nosso lado não percebem&lt;br /&gt;
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Me ajudem a divulgar a página no Facebook, vamos compartilhar as belas sementes que plantamos aqui.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dani obrigada sempre pelo seu carinho comigo e seus comentarios que sempre completam meus posts, e aproveito para agradecer a todos e-mails que recebo, tenha certeza que me enriquecem e me fortalecem.&lt;br /&gt;
Se você quiser enviar sugestões para o blog, me escreva &lt;a href="mailto:crisalves26@ig.com.br"&gt;crisalves26@ig.com.br&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Beijos a todos e deleitem-se na linda mensagem que segue abaixo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Defeito de Mulher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando Deus fez a mulher, já estava nas horas extras de seu sexto dia de&lt;br /&gt;
trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;
Um anjo apareceu e perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Senhor, por que gastas tanto tempo com esta criatura?&lt;br /&gt;
E o Senhor respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Você viu a 'Folha de Especificações' para ela?&lt;br /&gt;
- Ela deve ser completamente flexível, porém não será de plástico, deve&lt;br /&gt;
ter mais de 200 partes móveis, todas arredondadas e macias e deve ser&lt;br /&gt;
capaz de funcionar com uma dieta rígida, ter um colo que possa acomodar&lt;br /&gt;
quatro crianças ao mesmo tempo, ter um beijo que possa curar desde um&lt;br /&gt;
joelho raspado até um coração ferido'&lt;br /&gt;
O anjo se maravilhou com os requisitos e indagou curioso:&lt;br /&gt;
- E este é somente o modelo Standard?&lt;br /&gt;
E ponderou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Senhor, é muito trabalho para um só dia, espere até amanhã para&lt;br /&gt;
terminá-la.&lt;br /&gt;
E o senhor retrucou:&lt;br /&gt;
Não. Estou muito perto de terminar e esta criação é a favorita de Meu&lt;br /&gt;
próprio coração. Ela se cura sozinha, quando está doente; e pode trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;
18 horas por dia.&lt;br /&gt;
O anjo se aproximou mais e tocou a mulher.&lt;br /&gt;
- Porém a fizeste tão suave Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;
E Deus disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- É suave, porém, a fiz também forte. Não tens idéia do que pode agüentar&lt;br /&gt;
ou conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;
- Será capaz de pensar? - perguntou o anjo.&lt;br /&gt;
Deus respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não somente será capaz de pensar, mas também de raciocinar e negociar,&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo que pareça ser desligada ela prestará atenção em tudo o que for&lt;br /&gt;
importante.&lt;br /&gt;
Então, notando algo, o anjo estendeu a mão e tocou a pálpebra da mulher...&lt;br /&gt;
- Senhor, parece que este modelo tem um vazamento... Eu Te disse que&lt;br /&gt;
estavas colocando muitas coisas nela.&lt;br /&gt;
- Isso não é nenhum vazamento... . É uma lágrima - corrigiu o Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;
- Para que serve a lágrima?' - perguntou o anjo.&lt;br /&gt;
E Deus disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- As lágrimas são sua maneira de expressar seu amor, sua alegria, sua&lt;br /&gt;
sorte, suas penas, seu desengano, sua solidão, seu sofrimento e seu&lt;br /&gt;
orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;
Isto impressionou muito ao anjo.&lt;br /&gt;
- És um gênio, Senhor. Pensaste em tudo. A mulher é verdadeiramente&lt;br /&gt;
maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;
- Sim, ela é!&lt;br /&gt;
- A mulher tem forças que maravilham os homens.&lt;br /&gt;
- Agüentam dificuldades, carregam grandes cargas físicas e emocionais,&lt;br /&gt;
porém, têm amor e sorte.&lt;br /&gt;
- Sorriem, quando querem gritar.&lt;br /&gt;
- Cantam, quando querem chorar.&lt;br /&gt;
- Choram, quando estão felizes e riem, quando estão nervosas.&lt;br /&gt;
- Lutam pelo que acreditam.&lt;br /&gt;
- Enfrentam a injustiça.&lt;br /&gt;
- Não aceitam 'não' como resposta, quando elas acreditam que haja uma&lt;br /&gt;
solução melhor.&lt;br /&gt;
- Privam-se, para que sua família possa ter algo.&lt;br /&gt;
- Vão ao médico com uma amiga que tem medo de ir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;
- Amam incondicionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;
- Choram quando seus filhos não triunfam e se alegram quando suas amizades&lt;br /&gt;
conseguem prêmios.&lt;br /&gt;
- São felizes, quando ouvem falar de um nascimento ou casamento.&lt;br /&gt;
- Seu coração se despedaça, quando morre uma amiga.&lt;br /&gt;
- Sofrem com a perda de um ser querido, mas são ainda mais fortes quando&lt;br /&gt;
pensam que já não há mais forças.&lt;br /&gt;
-Sabem que um beijo e um abraço podem ajudar a curar um coração ferido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porém, há um defeito que não consegui corrigir:..&lt;br /&gt;
-É que às vezes elas se esquecem o quanto valem!&lt;br /&gt;
Passe as mulheres maravilhosas que você conhece e as lembre do quanto&lt;br /&gt;
valem; aos homens para que se dê o valor necessário a elas !&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não espere.... ficar sozinho para reconhecer o valor de quem realmente&lt;br /&gt;
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