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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1D_-TyfM_BE/TBpIc31wYZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7E9F92oSvsE/s1600/metades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1D_-TyfM_BE/TBpIc31wYZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/7E9F92oSvsE/s200/metades.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483775157139956114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1D_-TyfM_BE/TBpD_fgB2TI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dq6K7uCKsr0/s1600/metades.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:magenta;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Silêncio... deliciosa revelação que o som emudece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;As minhas metades... e as suas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos sempre duas metades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Porque a vida é feita de escolhas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos o sim e o não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ainda que haja o talvez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos o amor e a razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Embora exista a loucura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos o antes e o agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Ainda que estejamos sempre à espera do depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos luz e escuridão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Simplesmente porque uma não pode existir sem a outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos corpo e espírito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Embora a essência esteja na alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos medo e coragem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Porque dentro de nós grita o desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos vida e morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mesmo que acreditemos na existência de apenas uma de cada vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos som e silêncio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;ainda que nossas vozes independam deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos um constante ir e vir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Porque ainda que estejamos aqui, estamos também em outros lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos dúvida e certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Simplesmente porque ambas são idênticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Somos ilusão e realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;E em busca de nossas metades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;De nada nos adianta apenas saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;É preciso sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Porque somente saber, nada significa quando descobrimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Que as nossas metades são igualmente sagradas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;E ambas só podem ser inteiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Quando se entregam à inexplicável magia do amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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MÚSICA</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Entre as maravilhas que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;disponíveis e que, sem dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;para cada um traz uma sensação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;diferente, é a Magia da Música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Quantas vezes estamos ocupados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;nos afazeres do dia a dia e ao ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;uma música paramos, ficamos imóveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;mas apenas de corpo, pois nossa mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;flutua para lugares e épocas distante, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;um arrepio invade nossa pele, isso se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;chama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;EMOÇÃO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Não tem importância qual o seu ritmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ou idioma, e sim, que ao ser ouvida nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;trasmita um bem estar capaz de acelerar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;o coração e muitas vezes, nos fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;transpirar, pelas lembranças de momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;vividos ou perdidos, não importa, o que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;importa é que temos a oportunidade de nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;proporcionar um replay de Nossa Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas lutarei para que cada dia tenha valido a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu sofra inúmeras desilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no decorrer de minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas farei que elas percam a importância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;diante dos gestos de amor que encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu não tenha forças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;para realizar todos os meus ideais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas jamais irei me considerar um derrotado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez em algum instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu sofra uma terrível queda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas não ficarei por muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;olhando para o chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez um dia o sol deixe de brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas então irei me banhar na chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez um dia eu sofra alguma injustiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas jamais 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direção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez numa dessas noites frias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu derrame muitas lágrimas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas não terei vergonha por esse 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confiança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez com o tempo eu perceba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que cometi grandes erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas não desistirei de continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;trilhando meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez com o decorrer dos anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu perca grandes amizades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas irei aprender que aqueles que realmente são&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;meus verdadeiros amigos nunca estarão perdidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez algumas pessoas queiram o meu mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas irei continuar plantando a semente da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fraternidade por onde passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu fique triste ao concluir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;que não consigo seguir o ritmo da música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas então, farei que a música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;siga o compasso dos meus passos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu nunca consiga enxergar um arco-íris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas aprenderei a desenhar um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nem que seja dentro do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez hoje eu me sinta fraco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas amanhã irei recomeçar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nem que seja de uma maneira diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu não aprenda todas as lições necessárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas terei a consciência que os verdadeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ensinamentos já estão gravados em minha alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu me deprima por não ser capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;de saber a letra daquela música.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas ficarei feliz com as outras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;capacidades que possuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu não tenha motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;para grandes comemorações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas não deixarei de me alegrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;com as pequenas conquistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez a vontade de abandonar tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;torne-se a minha companheira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas ao invés de fugir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;irei correr atrás do que almejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Talvez eu não seja exatamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quem gostaria de ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mas passarei a admirar quem sou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque no final saberei que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mesmo com incontáveis dúvidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;eu sou capaz de construir uma vida melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E se ainda não me convenci disso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;é porque como diz aquele ditado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“ainda não chegou o fim”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Porque no final não haverá nenhum “talvez”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e sim a certeza de que a minha vida valeu a 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="text-align: center;clear: both; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Filhos...  Filhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Melhor não tê-los!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Mas se não os temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Como sabê-lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Se não os temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que de consulta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Quanto silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Como os queremos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Banho de mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Diz que é um porrete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Cônjuge voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Transpõe o espaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Engole água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Fica salgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Se iodifica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Depois, que boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que morenaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que a esposa fica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Resultado: filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;E então começa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;A aporrinhação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Cocô está branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Cocô está preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Bebe amoníaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Comeu botão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Filhos?  Filhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Melhor não tê-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Noites de insônia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Cãs prematuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Prantos convulsos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Meu Deus, salvai-o!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Filhos são o demo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Melhor não tê-los...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Mas se não os temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Como sabê-los?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Como saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que macieza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Nos seus cabelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que cheiro morno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Na sua carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que gosto doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Na sua boca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Chupam gilete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Bebem shampoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Ateiam fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;No quarteirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Porém, que coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que coisa louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;Que coisa linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "&gt;Que os filhos são!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração idealista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração como poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração à moda antiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração moleque que insiste em pregar peças no seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que na realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;está um pouco usado, meio calejado, muito machucado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;e que teima em alimentar sonhos, e cultivar ilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um pouco inconseqüente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;que nunca desiste de acreditar nas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um leviano e precipitado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;coração que acha que Tim Maia estava certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;quando escreveu... "não quero dinheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;eu quero amor sincero, é isso que eu espero...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um idealista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um verdadeiro sonhador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que nunca aprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Que não endurece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;e mantém sempre viva a esperança de ser feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;sendo simples e natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração insensato que comanda o racional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;sendo louco o suficiente para se apaixonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um furioso suicida que vive procurando relações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;e emoções verdadeiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração que insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;em cometer sempre os mesmos erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Esse coração que erra, briga, se expõe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Perde o juízo por completo em nome de causas e paixões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Sai do sério e, às vezes revê suas posições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;arrependido de palavras e gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Este coração tantas vezes incompreendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Tantas vezes provocado. Tantas vezes impulsivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se este desequilibrado emocional que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;abre sorrisos tão largos que quase dá pra engolir as orelhas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;mas que também arranca lágrimas e faz murchar o rosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração para ser alugado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ou mesmo utilizado por quem gosta de emoções fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um órgão abestado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;indicado apenas para quem quer viver intensamente e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;contra indicado para os que apenas pretendem passar pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;matando o tempo, defendendo-se das emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração tão inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;que se mostra sem armaduras e deixa louco o seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração que quando parar de bater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ouvirá o seu usuário dizer para São Pedro na hora da prestação de contas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;" O Senhor poder conferir", eu fiz tudo certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;só errei quando coloquei sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Só fiz bobagens e me dei mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;quando ouvi este louco coração de criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;que insiste em não endurecer e, se recusa a envelhecer".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração, ou mesmo troca-se por outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;que tenha um pouco mais de juízo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um órgão mais fiel ao seu usuário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um amigo do peito que não maltrate tanto o ser que o abriga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um coração que não seja tão inconseqüente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Rifa-se um coração cego, surdo e mudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;mas que incomoda um bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um verdadeiro caçador de aventuras que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ainda não foi adotado, provavelmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;por se recusar a cultivar ares selvagens ou racionais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;por não querer perder o estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Oferece-se um coração vadio, sem raça, sem pedigree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um simples coração humano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um impulsivo membro de comportamento até meio ultrapassado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um modelo cheio de defeitos que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;mesmo estando fora do mercado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;faz questão de não se modernizar, mas vez por outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;constrange o corpo que o domina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;Um velho coração que convence seu usuário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;a publicar seus segredos e, a ter a petulância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;de se aventurar como poeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
( Clarice Lispector ) &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/1014829566425764048-5033096770929404484?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Mas quando menos esperar, ela está ali do seu lado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;O amor pode te fazer feliz, mas às vezes também pode te ferir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Mas o amor será especial apenas quando você tiver o objetivo de se dar somente a um alguém que seja realmente valioso. Por isso, aproveite o tempo livre para escolher .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Amor não é se envolver com a "pessoa perfeita", aquela dos nossos sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Não existem príncipes nem princesas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Encare a outra pessoa de forma sincera e real, exaltando suas qualidades, mas sabendo também de seus defeitos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;O amor só é lindo, quando encontramos alguém que nos transforme no melhor que podemos se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Nunca diga "te amo" se não te interessa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Nunca fale sobre sentimentos se estes não existem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Nunca toque numa vida, se não pretende romper um coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Nunca olhe nos olhos de alguém, se não quiser vê-lo derramar em lágrimas por causa de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;A COISA MAIS CRUEL QUE ALGUÉM PODE FAZER É PERMITIR QUE ALGUÉM SE APAIXONE POR VOCÊ, QUANDO VOCÊ NÃO PRETENDE FAZER O MESMO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;O amor não te faz dizer "a culpa é", mas te faz dizer "me perdoe". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Compreender o outro, tentar sentir a diferença, se colocar no seu lugar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Diz o ditado que um casal feliz é aquele feito de dois bons perdoadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;A verdadeira medida de compatibilidade não são os anos que passaram juntos; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;mas sim o quanto nesses anos vocês foram bons um para o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Seu coração foi partido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Um coração assim dura o tempo que você deseje que ele dure, e ele lastimará o tempo que você permitir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Um coração partido sente saudades, imagina como seria bom, mas não permita que ele chore para sempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Permita-se rir e conhecer outros corações. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Aprenda a viver, aprenda a amar as pessoas com solidariedade, aprenda a fazer coisas boas, aprenda a ajudar os outros, aprenda a viver sua vida e fazer dela uma coisa maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Ela(e) se apaixonou por ti, e você não teve culpa, é verdade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Mas pense que poderia ter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(desconheço autoria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014829566425764048-3878343294224951169?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O amor verdadeiro, o que resiste a todas as dificuldades, o tempo, a distância e até as separações, é muito difícil de se conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma época onde se valoriza o ficar e o descartável, assistimos diariamente meninos e meninas sofrendo pela falta de conhecimento e de pura solidão.&lt;br /&gt;
Apesar da internet, das ondas do rádio, do celular barato, a falta de comunicação entre as pessoas ainda é gritante.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nas casas os pais estressados não conseguem conversar, tudo fica para depois.&lt;br /&gt;
A preocupação é o alimento de hoje, a escola particular, os cursos de línguas, de informática, balé, jazz e outros.&lt;br /&gt;
A nova forma de amor é a de cercar as pessoas que amamos de bens materiais...&lt;br /&gt;
Amor, todos querem o amor, mas poucos sabem como viver o amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uns entregam-se a paixões malucas, daquelas que os olhos se encontram e em poucos minutos pede o encontro dos corpos numa explosão de instintos que faz até os animais se arrepiarem e saírem correndo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Outros enxergam amores em pessoas que nem ao menos deu um sinal de que estão interessadas nesse amor, e sofrem.&lt;br /&gt;
Amor, todos querem o amor, mas a grande maioria ainda confunde amor com propriedade e quando encontram uma pessoa legal para viver experiências boas juntos, começam a tomar posse, instalando sensores e olhos na vítima.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Assim nascem as neuroses, os ciúmes doentios, a insegurança e um sentimento de vazio dentro das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Amor, todos querem o amor, mas muita gente anda buscando um amor que lhe dê segurança, estabilidade emocional e às vezes financeira, que lhe de ânimo e felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Buscam o impossível, pois somos responsáveis pela nossa felicidade, e quando nos unimos a alguém devemos levar o melhor de nós, não esperar o melhor dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;
Assim nascem as doenças nervosas e principalmente a depressão.&lt;br /&gt;
Amor, todos querem o amor, e sem amor nada somos.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas é fundamental que aprendamos a amar incondicionalmente o ser humano, valorizando primeiramente nós mesmos como indivíduos que somos, inteligentes e capazes de decidirmos sozinhos o caminho que queremos percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando deixarmos de entregar nosso destino, nossa felicidade nas mãos dos outros, começaremos a aprender de verdade o que é o amor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Texto de Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014829566425764048-2583380944925576484?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Como vou te dizer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que agora você faz parte da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que em cada pensamento meu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a tua imagem ocupa um espaço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que em cada suspiro meu, teu cheiro me alcança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que em cada sonho meu, teu abraço me envolve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como vou imaginar a vida sem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se minha alma caminha no espaço do teu mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se meu corpo quer a paz do teu beijo na minha pele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nossos olhares já se encontraram num só!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E descobrimos que nosso caminho é o mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que nossas mãos se unem em harmonia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nossos pensamentos se tocam no ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E nossos corpos se encaixam no amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como, minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como posso deixar de te amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não tem como!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já não posso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te quero ao meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não, meu amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não desisto, nunca é tarde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já não posso te deixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois sempre vou te amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Patricia Alves &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/1014829566425764048-8138899565203142377?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Era uma vez uma ilha onde moravam todos os sentimentos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;ALEGRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VAIDADE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRISTEZA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;e todos os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; sentimentos, por fim o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AMOR&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mas um dia foi avisado aos moradores que aquela ilha iria afundar.&lt;br /&gt;
Todos os sentimentos se apressaram em sair da ilha, pegaram seus barcos e partiram, mas o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ficou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;pois queria ficar mais um pouco com a ilha antes que ela afundasse.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando, por fim, estava quase afogando, o amor começou a pedir ajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nisso vinha passando a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;RIQUEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;RIQUEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, leve-me com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;- Não posso, há muito ouro e prata no meu barco, não há lugar para você.&lt;br /&gt;
Ele pediu ajuda a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;VAIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, que também vinha passando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;VAIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, por favor, ajude-me!&lt;br /&gt;
- Não posso ajudar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Você está todo molhado e poderia estragar meu barco novo.&lt;br /&gt;
Então o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;pediu ajuda a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;TRISTEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;
-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;TRISTEZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, deixe-me ir com você?&lt;br /&gt;
- Ah,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; Estou tão triste que prefiro ir sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;
Também passou a &lt;/span&gt;ALEGRIA&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, mas ela estava tão alegre que nem ouvia o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; chamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;Desesperado, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;começou a chorar, foi quando uma voz lhe chamou:&lt;br /&gt;
- Venha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, eu levo você!&lt;br /&gt;
Era um velho, mas o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;ficou tão feliz que esqueceu de perguntar seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Chegando do outro lado da margem, ele perguntou a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;, quem era aquele velhinho que me trouxe aqui?&lt;br /&gt;
A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
- Era o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;- O&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;?  Mas porque só o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;TEMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt; me trouxe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;SABEDORIA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
- Porque só o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;TEMPO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;é capaz de entender um grande&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); "&gt;Deseconheço autoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/1014829566425764048-2285383612081601801?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pensamentos e reflexões" /><title>::  Floquinho de Carinho ::</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Havia uma pequena aldeia onde o dinheiro não entrava.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que as pessoas compravam,tudo o que era cultivado e produzido por cada um,era trocado.&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais importante era o amor.&lt;br /&gt;Quem nada produzia,quem não possuía coisas que pudessem ser trocadas por alimentos,ou utensílios, dava seu CARINHO.&lt;br /&gt;O CARINHO era simbolizado por um floquinho de algodão.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, era normal que as pessoas trocassem floquinhos sem querer nada em troca as pessoas davam seu CARINHO,&lt;br /&gt;pois sabiam que receberiam outros num outro momento ou outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, uma mulher muito má, que vivia fora da aldeia convenceu um pequeno garoto à não mais dar seus floquinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma,ele seria a pessoa mais rica da cidade e teria o que quisesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iludido pelas palavras da malvada, o menino, que era uma das pessoas mais populares e queridas da aldeia,passou a juntar CARINHOS e em pouquíssimo tempo sua casa estava repleta de floquinhos,ficando até difícil de circular dentro dela.&lt;br /&gt;Daí então,quando a cidade já estava praticamente sem floquinhos,&lt;br /&gt;às pessoas começaram a guardar o pouco CARINHO que tinham e toda a HARMONIA da cidade desapareceu.&lt;br /&gt;Surgiram a GANÂNCIA, a DESCONFIANÇA,o primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;ROUBO, ÓDIO, a DISCÓRDIA, as pessoas se XINGARAM pela primeira vez e passaram IGNORAR-SE pelas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Como era o mais querido da cidade, o garoto foi o primeiro a sentir-se TRISTE e SOZINHO,&lt;br /&gt;o que o fez procurar a velha para perguntar-lhe e dizer-lhe se aquilo fazia parte da riqueza que ele acumularia.&lt;br /&gt;Não a encontrando mais, ele tomou uma decisão.&lt;br /&gt;Pegou uma grande carriola,&lt;br /&gt;colocou todos os seus floquinhos em cima e caminhou por toda a cidade distribuindo aleatoriamente seu CARINHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos que dava CARINHO, apenas dizia:Obrigado por receber meu carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, sem medo de acabar com seus floquinhos, ele distribuiu até o último CARINHO sem receber um só de volta.&lt;br /&gt;Sem que tivesse tempo de sentir-se sozinho e triste novamente,alguém caminhou até ele e lhe deu CARINHO.&lt;br /&gt;Um outro fez o mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais outro...&lt;br /&gt;e outro...&lt;br /&gt;até que definitivamente a aldeia voltou ao normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Moral da Estória:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca devemos fazer as coisas pensando em receber em troca.&lt;br /&gt;Mas devemos fazer sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que os outros existem é muito importante.&lt;br /&gt;Muito mais importante do que cobrar dos outros que se lembrem de você,&lt;br /&gt;pois sentimento sincero nos é oferecido espontaneamente, e assim saberemos quem realmente nos ama.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que te quiserem bem se lembrarão de você.&lt;br /&gt;Receber sem cobrar é mais verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Receber CARINHO é muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;E o simples gesto de lembrar que alguém existe a forma mais simples de fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Estes são os meus floquinhos para: VOCÊ ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseconheço autoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014829566425764048-2979779743741894547?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há muitas pessoas que precisam, admiram e torcem por você. Gostaria que você sempre se lembrasse de que ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestade, caminhos sem acidentes, trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem desilusões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas refletir sobre a tristeza. Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender lições nos fracassos. Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos, mas encontrar alegria no anonimato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da  própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "não". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples, que mora dentro de cada um de nós. É ter maturidade para falar "eu errei". É ter ousadia para dizer "me perdoe". É ter sensibilidade para expressar "eu preciso de você”. É ter capacidade de dizer "eu te amo". É ter humildade da receptividade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desejo que a vida se torne um canteiro de oportunidades para você ser feliz... E, quando você errar o caminho, recomece, pois assim você descobrirá que ser feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita, mas usar as lágrimas para irrigar a tolerância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usar as perdas para refinar a paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usar as falhas para lapidar o prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usar os obstáculos para abrir as janelas da inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamais desista de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamais desista das pessoas que você ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamais desista de ser feliz, pois a vida é um espetáculo imperdível, ainda que se apresentem dezenas de fatores a demonstrarem o contrário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas... Um dia vou construir um castelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&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/1014829566425764048-2671529729616667711?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amar é olhar para dentro de si mesmo, e dizer:&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quero&lt;br /&gt;
É viver intensamente&lt;br /&gt;
É sonhar com uma gota de realidade&lt;br /&gt;
e realizar uma gota desse sonho&lt;br /&gt;
É estar presente até na ausência.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é ter em quem pensar&lt;br /&gt;
É razão que ninguém teria razão para nos tirar&lt;br /&gt;
É ser só de alguém e nunca deixar esse alguém só&lt;br /&gt;
É pensar em você tão alto a ponto de você escutar&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é ir até a morte&lt;br /&gt;
É acordar para a realidade do sonho&lt;br /&gt;
É vencer através do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;
É ser feliz até com um pouco quando muito não é bastante.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é dar anistia ao seu coração&lt;br /&gt;
É sonhar o sonho de quem sonha com você&lt;br /&gt;
É sentir saudades&lt;br /&gt;
É chegar perto na distância.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é a força da razão&lt;br /&gt;
É quando os momentos são eternos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é ser adulto e se sentir criança&lt;br /&gt;
É viver a vida em versos e ao inverso&lt;br /&gt;
É a maior experiência na vida de um homem...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;
Amar é crer em Deus porque Deus é amor.&lt;br /&gt;
E você é tudo que um dia eu pedi pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;(Desconheço autoria) &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/1014829566425764048-5138944711115630606?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Em tudo o que a gente vê, e vivencia&lt;br /&gt;
E ouve e pensa&lt;br /&gt;
Não existe uma pessoa certa pra gente&lt;br /&gt;
Existe uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;
Que se você for parar pra pensar&lt;br /&gt;
É, na verdade, a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;
Porque a pessoa certa&lt;br /&gt;
Faz tudo certinho&lt;br /&gt;
Chega na hora certa,&lt;br /&gt;
Fala as coisas certas,&lt;br /&gt;
Faz as coisas certas,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas nem sempre a gente tá precisando&lt;br /&gt;
das coisas certas.&lt;br /&gt;
Aí é a hora de procurar a pessoa errada.&lt;br /&gt;
A pessoa errada te faz perder a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;
Fazer loucuras&lt;br /&gt;
Perder a hora&lt;br /&gt;
Morrer de amor&lt;br /&gt;
A pessoa errada vai ficar um dia&lt;br /&gt;
sem te procurar&lt;br /&gt;
Que é pra na hora que vocês se encontrarem&lt;br /&gt;
A entrega ser muito mais verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;
A pessoa errada, é na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;
aquilo que a gente chama de pessoa certa&lt;br /&gt;
Essa pessoa vai te fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas uma hora depois vai estar enxugando&lt;br /&gt;
suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;
Essa pessoa vai tirar seu sono&lt;br /&gt;
Mas vai te dar em troca uma noite de amor inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;
Essa pessoa talvez te magoe&lt;br /&gt;
E depois te enche de mimos pedindo seu perdão&lt;br /&gt;
Essa pessoa pode não estar 100% do tempo&lt;br /&gt;
ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Mas vai estar 100% da vida dela esperando você&lt;br /&gt;
Vai estar o tempo todo pensando em você.&lt;br /&gt;
A pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;
tem que aparecer pra todo mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Porque a vida não é certa&lt;br /&gt;
Nada aqui é certo&lt;br /&gt;
O que é certo mesmo, é que temos que viver&lt;br /&gt;
Cada momento&lt;br /&gt;
Cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;
Amando, sorrindo, chorando, emocionando, pensando, agindo,&lt;br /&gt;
querendo, conseguindo&lt;br /&gt;
E só assim&lt;br /&gt;
É possível chegar aquele momento do dia&lt;br /&gt;
Em que a gente diz:&lt;br /&gt;
"Graças à Deus deu tudo certo"&lt;br /&gt;
Quando na verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo o que ele quer&lt;br /&gt;
É que a gente encontre a pessoa errada&lt;br /&gt;
Pra que as coisas comecem a realmente funcionar direito pra gente...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(Luis Fernando Veríssimo)&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/1014829566425764048-6935246146149546383?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Coração mais sem cuidado&lt;br /&gt;
Fez chorar de dor&lt;br /&gt;
O seu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Um amor tão delicado&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, porque você foi fraco assim&lt;br /&gt;
Assim tão desalmado&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, meu coração quem nunca amou&lt;br /&gt;
Não merece ser amado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vai meu coração ouve a razão&lt;br /&gt;
Usa só sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;
Quem semeia vento, diz a razão&lt;br /&gt;
Colhe sempre tempestade&lt;br /&gt;
Vai, meu coração pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;
Perdão apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;
Vai porque quem não&lt;br /&gt;
Pede perdão&lt;br /&gt;
Não é nunca perdoado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Tom Jobim &amp;amp; Vinicius de Moraes&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/1014829566425764048-5662205061683737513?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu nunca te vi tão adorável como nesta noite&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca te vi brilhar tão intensamente&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca vi tantos homens te convidando para dançar&lt;br /&gt;
Eles estão querendo um pequeno romance&lt;br /&gt;
Se tiverem uma chance&lt;br /&gt;
E eu nunca vi este vestido que você está usando&lt;br /&gt;
Ou o brilho em seus cabelos emanado por seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estive cego&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A dama de vermelho, esta dançando comigo, de rosto colado&lt;br /&gt;
Não há ninguém aqui somente eu e você&lt;br /&gt;
E é aqui que eu desejo estar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu mal conheço&lt;br /&gt;
Esta bela mulher ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Eu jamais esquecerei o jeito como você estava esta noite&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca te vi tão esplêndida como esta noite&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca te vi brilhar tão intensamente&lt;br /&gt;
Você estava incrível&lt;br /&gt;
Eu nunca vi tantas pessoas querendo estar ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;
E quando você se virou e sorriu para mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu perdi a respiração&lt;br /&gt;
E eu nunca tive uma sensação&lt;br /&gt;
Uma sensação de tão completo e total amor&lt;br /&gt;
Como estou tendo esta noite&lt;br /&gt;
A dama de vermelho, esta dançando comigo, de rosto colado&lt;br /&gt;
Não há ninguém aqui somente eu e você&lt;br /&gt;
E é aqui que eu desejo estar&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu mal conheço&lt;br /&gt;
Esta bela mulher ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;
Eu jamais esquecerei o jeito como você estava esta noite&lt;br /&gt;
Eu jamais esquecerei o jeito como você estava esta noite&lt;br /&gt;
A dama de vermelho,&lt;br /&gt;
minha dama de vermelho&lt;br /&gt;
Eu Te Amo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mauriciomedeiros.eti.br/traducao.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tradução: Mauricio Medeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1014829566425764048-4769273846809758295?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Você vive pedindo favores de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você vive recebendo de Deus os favores.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desde o sol e a chuva.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A brisa e o vento. O orvalho e a flor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O calor e o frio. A luz e o som.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A semente e o alimento. O dia e a noite.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O trabalho e o repouso. O barulho e o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A fé e a esperança. O amor e a caridade. O tempo e a eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você recebe o tempo de sofrer e o tempo de sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você recebe a vida em cada manhã que desperta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você vive recebendo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando foi que você se viu agradecendo? &lt;/span&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/1014829566425764048-2244107588420428361?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Traga flores,&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas delas...&lt;br /&gt;
Porém, não me traga apenas flores:&lt;br /&gt;
Não se esqueça de juntar a elas&lt;br /&gt;
A beleza do seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;
A ternura do seu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;
A força do seu abraço.&lt;br /&gt;
O calor dos seus beijos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando vier me visitar,&lt;br /&gt;
Traga flores, Muitas delas...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não esqueça de tirar-lhes&lt;br /&gt;
Os espinhos que machucam,&lt;br /&gt;
As folhas envelhecidas,&lt;br /&gt;
Os galhos secos,&lt;br /&gt;
As dores embutidas...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando vier me visitar,&lt;br /&gt;
Traga flores, Muitas delas...&lt;br /&gt;
Perfumadas, coloridas, alegres:&lt;br /&gt;
Todas parecidas com você!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando vier me visitar,&lt;br /&gt;
Traga você por inteiro..&lt;br /&gt;
As flores? Nem sei se vai precisar!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Debora Bellentani&lt;/span&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/1014829566425764048-6978657793306721980?l=o-amor-incondicional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas o amor era pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;
Não havia com o que se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;
O futuro era o presente&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cada dia era maior nosso prazer&lt;br /&gt;
De viver cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;
Você era quase eu e eu você&lt;br /&gt;
E nós dois donos do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Nós vivemos muito além da emoção&lt;br /&gt;
Tanta coisa boa existe pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
Uma história escrita bem no coração&lt;br /&gt;
Que o tempo não vai apagar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que ninguém apaga um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;
Quantas marcas ficaram em você, em mim&lt;br /&gt;
E se agora o destino quer nos separar&lt;br /&gt;
Não importa a distância, nada vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;
E se um dia você ou eu achar alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos faça sentir uma nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;
Paixão acaba...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o amor não morre não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nós vivemos muito além da emoção&lt;br /&gt;
Tanta coisa boa existe pra lembrar&lt;br /&gt;
Uma história escrita bem no coração&lt;br /&gt;
Que o tempo não vai apagar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que ninguém apaga um amor assim&lt;br /&gt;
Quantas marcas ficaram em você, em mim&lt;br /&gt;
E se agora o destino quer nos separar&lt;br /&gt;
Não importa a distância, nada vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;
E se um dia você ou eu achar alguém&lt;br /&gt;
Que nos faça sentir uma nova paixão&lt;br /&gt;
Paixão acaba...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o amor não morre não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Paixão acaba, mas o amor não morre não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;♫ Amor Eterno - José Augusto ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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