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SEJA BEM VINDO!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/787272127369979988/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Atualize a prosa.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03876199236943172733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l_n9tBARxc4/TCnVgphw3iI/AAAAAAAAAKw/amtc_J2QViE/S220/DSC01605.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/MNnT" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/mnnt" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMFRng6eip7ImA9WhdSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-787272127369979988.post-4331363711253714165</id><published>2011-07-20T14:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:20:17.612-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T14:20:17.612-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="verdadeiro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="casa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="carinho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amigo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="levanto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="qualidades" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida." /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="perceber" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amizade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deito-me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tenho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ter" /><title>Aos Amigos</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvi4QxDKfVU/TdMA38j-QQI/AAAAAAAAATo/sxcDBwBJR3I/s1600/bons+amigos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvi4QxDKfVU/TdMA38j-QQI/AAAAAAAAATo/sxcDBwBJR3I/s640/bons+amigos.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É assim, quando percebo já os tenho. Deito-me, quando levanto sempre encontro com um deles, ou pelo menos escuto sua voz. Estão em minha casa, na rua, no trabalho, na farra, no sucesso, mas também estão no fracasso, na tristeza, nas desilusões, nas adversidades. Muitas vezes ao conhecê-los nem imaginamos no que aquilo pode se tornar. Quando percebemos estamos, ou pelo menos queremos e tentamos ficarmos juntos em tudo. Segundo Sócrates, para conseguir a amizade de uma pessoa digna é preciso desenvolver em nós mesmos as qualidades que naquela admiramos. Por tanto que todos os dias eu possa desenvolver em mim aquilo que procuro em vocês e assim ser digno de chamá-los AMIGO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787272127369979988-4331363711253714165?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;O que mais tenho pedido a Deus são paz e tranqüilidade. E Ele tem me atendido. O que Ele me fez perceber é que durante muito tempo eu fui náufrago das minhas próprias tempestades. Prisioneiro do meu próprio cárcere, réu dos meus próprios crimes. Resolvi me absolver. Se Deus não me tem como culpado e justo por isso não me leva a julgamento, coloco-me diante de Deus como um filho que crê e confia no pai. Como um pássaro que se sente seguro em seu ninho, construído no alto da árvore. Prostro-me diante de Deus como alguém que se abandona e se lança ante a tudo aquilo que mais te oferece segurança. Olho para Ti como aquele homem que lança o seu olhar para a sua amada, como se ela fosse única. O que para ele é fato. Assim também é o meu Deus: único. E assim ele me tem: como único. Olha Senhor por todos aqueles que, nesse momento, precisam ser fitados por Ti. Aquece-os em seu coração amoroso e se compadece com as suas mazelas e misérias. Amém!&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/787272127369979988-3887696479465251858?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas como teu filho, venho te pedir: não permita que as dúvidas me ceguem; que o medo me impeça de prosseguir e que mágoa e rancor sejam feridas que teimam em doer e transforma-se em um tipo de câncer que correi a alma e enfraquece o corpo. Seria mais fácil escolher o largo caminho, mas é o estreito que me leva até o Senhor. Por isso ajuda-me a atravessa-lo, derrubando barreiras, vencendo obstáculos, suportando o peso do fardo e sendo sempre preenchido de ânimo para continuar a trajetória. Que o novo não me cause pavor e que o retorno ao velho não me traga decepção ou frustração. Sim, ó Deus! Que no momento de minhas orações a minha alma esteja nua, A minha mente aberta e o meu coração limpo. Que eu seja guia para os que estão em minha volta, que as minhas palavras sejam profecias para cada um deles. Nunca! Nunca meu Deus, permita-me ser transformado em pedra no caminho destes. Que a desconfiança não me afaste do ser humano, mantendo em mim a crença de que cada um tem o melhor pra oferecer de si. Sendo assim que eu não me afaste de mim mesmo. Que pela tua graça e misericórdia eu continue acreditando que eu posso e que em mim ainda existe o melhor do que eu posso oferecer para o outro. Que o mar da covardia, da maldade e da falsidade não nos afogue. Toca Senhor nas feridas, chagas e ameniza a dor de cada um desses teus filhos, afim de que eles possam sentir o afago da tua presença e como essa sua presença é um bálsamo que suaviza a dureza dos dias. Que eu não feche os meus olhos para as dores do mundo, que eu não tampe os meus ouvidos para os gemidos e os gritos de socorro. Que eu não me cale diante da injustiça, mesmo que aquele que a comete pareça mais forte e poderoso do que eu: faz de mim Davi, Senhor. Faz de mim teu filho amado e assim um vencedor, para que a tua glória possa ser contemplada. Realiza em nós, em nossas vidas e na vida de nossas famílias um novo milagre. Amém!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787272127369979988-5673429512729111681?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para todas as mulheres: que vocês se sintam belas independente dos estereótipos impostos. Que vocês se sintam amadas independente de existir um alguém. Que a tua vontade de desafiar e vencer desafios seja mais forte. Mesmo que todos te humilhem e tentem te empurrar ao fracasso. Que você absorva e viva toda a beleza dos amores vividos, ou mesmo dos amores frustrados. Retiro sempre o que foi Belo, pois essa beleza permanece. Que sua vida seja bela e que você faça dessa Beleza a sua eternidade. Um Belíssimo dia das mulheres para vocês e que a vida de cada uma seja baseada na filosofia e na verdade de tudo o que é BELO.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787272127369979988-364382117966281161?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na cabeça de quem tem pensamento forte, o impossível é só questão de opinião e disso os loucos sabem. Na loucura dos meus dias quero ser são pra tornar-me louco. Assim se eles são bonitos, sou Alain Delon. Se eles são famosos, sou Napoleão. Se eles têm três carros, eu posso voar. Se eles rezam muito, eu já estou no céu. Por isso prefiro ser um louco. Um homem quando está em paz não quer guerra com ninguém. Por vezes eu segurei minhas lágrimas, pois não queria demonstrar a emoção, justo por que estava ali só pra observar e aprender um pouco mais sobre a percepção. Agora eu sei exatamente o que fazer: bom... recomeçar. Quero ser exemplo pro meu filho. Quero ser orgulho pra minha mãe. Amor pro meu amor. Servir a meu Senhor. Na loucura dos meus dias vou conseguindo me fazer ver. Olhar pra frente e fazer planos, deixar pra traz o que me magoou. Viver uma louca lucidez ou até mesmo uma lucidez louca. E nessa mistura de loucura e lucidez, vou viajando e me perdendo em ilusão. Será que esse momento é insensatez? Uma overdese em meu coração. Sim sou muito louco, não vou me curar e já não sou o único que encontrou a paz. E disso os loucos sabem. Só os loucos sabem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Não quero que pensem que estou preocupado ou cansado de mais. Não quero que imaginem que estou curtindo lá. Não quero que pensem que não devem me preocupar. Eu quero estar com vocês mesmo longe, quero saber de vocês, quero saber dos problemas de vocês, das alegrias, derrotas e vitórias. Quero fazer parte das suas conquistas e decepções, mesmo distante. Quero poder dizer uma palavra ou apenas vê-los, nem que seja por alguns instantes (na web cam), pra que saibam que estarei sempre ali. Mesmo que o fuso a principio seja um empecilho, quero estar com vocês. Poder ajudar de alguma forma. Nunca pensem em estar me enchendo ou me preocupando, ficarei mais preocupado quando não souber de vocês, se estão bem ou mal, felizes ou tristes, preocupados ou realizados. Mesmo que a neve esteja esfriando a minha alma, quero poder sentir o calor de irmão que sinto em vocês. Quero poder ter a certeza de que faço parte de tudo isso e que nem o oceano mudou essa realidade. Preciso, e isso é sem dúvida uma necessidade, sentir que sou útil pra vocês, em qualquer que seja a situação. Assim como meu corpo precisa de água e comida, o meu espírito precisa de cada um de meus amigos. É substância essencial para que eu possa ter força pra enfrentar essa nova realidade, e passar por cima de tudo o que possa querer atrapalhar o meu caminho. É o que preciso pra enfrentar o começo dessa nova batalha. Assim como os super-heróis tem seus pontos fracos e em contra partida a fonte que alimenta as suas forças. Esse sou eu quando se trata de meus amigos. Se estou, ou me sinto longe, perco as forças. Mas se sei que estou perto, de alguma forma, me faço forte. Sempre, sempre irei até vocês. I will come to you, essa é a realidade que existe em mim hoje e vai continuar existindo. só uma pessoa que sabe o que é o verdadeiro sentido de uma amizade poderia compor uma música como essa. Que bom que outras pessoas também puderam experimentar isso. I will come to you, forever. Eu acho que a ficha caiu de vez agora, não consigo parar. Uma parte de mim está muito feliz, mas a outra se despedaça. Minhas vistas ardem. Minhas lágrimas parecem mais salgadas hoje. Mas mesmo que não possamos ficar juntos, seremos amigos hoje e sempre. E juro que estarei ao seu lado para o que der e vier. Eu irei até você. Sempre!&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/787272127369979988-2343719318452382771?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SE A NATUREZA DO MEU EGO ATÔNITO VIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;EM HARMONIA COM O CANTAR DE COTOVIAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;UM AMIGO QUE ESTÁ DISTANTE, NÃO SE FOI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;UM AMIGO DISTANTE É QUE NUNCA ESTÁ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;TER VOCÊ TÃO LONGE, NÃO SIGNIFICA QUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;NÃO MAIS TE VEREI, SIGNIFICA GARANTIAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;GARANTO QUE SUA SAUDADE AUMENTA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE OS RISOS NA HORA CERTA FAZEM FALTA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE AS VIAGENS COM OS AMIGOS SÃO SEMPRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;LEMBRADAS E AS FARRAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ESSAS HEIM! AH! QUANTA SAUDADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PODERIA ENUMERAR MUITAS QUALIDADES EM VOCÊ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;MAIS NÃO POSSO! PORQUE, SE EU FOR ENUMERAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DE SER E ESTAR CONTIGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;AMIGOS VÃO E VEM, PORÉM, O QUE CONTA É A ASSIMÉTRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE SE TEM EM REAIS VALORES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE VOCÊ ENCANTE AÍ COM SUA BELEZA INTERIOR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PORQUE A EXTERIOR É VISÍVEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE ENCONTRE OS SEUS IDEAIS E QUE OS TRAGA CONTIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;NA SUA BAGAGEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;A VELOCIDADE DE UM VOO PARA OUTRO LUGAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;CHEGA A SER A VELOCIDADE DOS SEUS PENSAMENTOS E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;EU SEI O QUANTO ELE É GRANDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PORTANTO: SEJA GRANDE COMO O SEU PENSAMENTO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SEJA MAIS GENTE DO QUE VOCÊ É!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;SEJA SEMPRE E PARA SEMPRE VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ASSIM EU TEREI CERTEZA DE QUE TENHO UM AMIGO E,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE ELE GANHOU O ESPAÇO CATIVO EM MEU CORAÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;QUE TE TÃO SAUDOSO CHORA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;APRIMORE SEUS SENTIDOS, REALÇE A SUA VIDA, VIVA E CULTIVE AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;POR: ISLENE ABBUDE EM=28/10/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;PARA UM AMIGO MUITO QUERIDO A QUEM EU APRENDI A AMAR COMO IRMÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787272127369979988-2590711231581750803?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode valorizar o que Ele criou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a fé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode dar o seu testemunho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode ensinar amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode sorrir a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode dar a força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode apoiar a quem desanimou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus é a luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode fazê-la brilhar aos olhos dos seus irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus é o caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode indicá-lo aos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus é a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode restituir aos outros o desejo de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode fazer milagres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode ser aquele que trouxe os cinco pães e os dois peixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus pode fazer o que parece impossível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Mas você pode fazer o possível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Só Deus se basta a si mesmo, Mas Ele preferiu contar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;DEUS te abençoe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Os encontros e os desencontros fazem parte de toda a existência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O mar encontra a areia da praia e depois desencontra&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O sol descobre o horizonte e depois se perdem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas ficam marcados por essa vivência&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O importante é saber que essa magia ecoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O dia nasce novamente, o mar volta a banhar a praia&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;E nós? Nós teremos outra oportunidade&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pois essa vontade em nossa mente povoa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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O porquê de toda aquela intensidade em viver. Os meus sentimentos resultaram de uma soma de surpresa e espanto. Fiquei perplexo, os meus pés flutuavam, como se o chão os tivesse tirado de uma superfície sólida e segura. Mas ao mesmo tempo senti uma verdade inquietante. Sabe aquelas verdades que você preferiria que fosse uma mentira ou que você achava melhor não ouvir? Só que paralelo a tudo isso você pensa: se ele não me dissesse e depois eu fosse pego de surpresa? Sentiria-me traído pela falta de confiança depositada em mim, em nossa amizade e em tudo o que vivemos e passamos juntos. Tomei coragem: por que vivis assim? És tão intenso cara... Convidou-me a sentar e começou: sabe... Tenho a sensação de que viverei pouco. Tipo, que minha vida é curta ou de que não vou ter tempo suficiente de expressar, mostrar ou simplesmente “viver” tudo aquilo que preciso para me sentir completo. Dizem que um homem está realizado completamente aos 40. Profissionalmente, afetivamente e pessoalmente. Acho 40 ainda pouco, mas nem sei se vou até lá. Mas de qualquer forma – começou a sorrir – não somos eternos mesmo. Assim, pelo menos não no sentido de existência. Mas creio que a nossa eternidade está mais ligada às marcas que deixamos na memória das pessoas. Talvez por isso eu viva assim. Nesse momento meus olhos cheios de lágrimas me fizeram lembrar o que um padre falou uma vez sobre a beleza da última ceia de Jesus. &amp;nbsp;“Não há pressa. O momento é feito para celebrar. A mística da última ceia está ali. Jesus reúne aqueles que para ele tinha um valor especial. Inclusive o traidor”. É essa sensação de pressa e de que precisamos viver e fazer tudo muito rápido por que o tempo é curto. Por que estamos sempre sobrecarregados e atolados em projetos, agendas, compromissos. Por que estamos sempre querendo provar para alguém, para o mundo ou pra si mesmo que podemos sempre mais. Mas, e aquela mística da última ceia. Vou além – pensava enquanto fitava o seu olhar que observava o nada, pelo menos era o que parecia – e a mística do encontro com os amigos, com a família? E a mística do meu momento comigo mesmo? Aí outra surpresa. Ele realmente não estava olhando o nada. Estava olhando o tudo. Tudo o que havia vivido até ali. Olhando todos que haviam passado em sua vida e ainda os que iam passar. E já pensava em viver a “mística da última ceia” com eles. Ele voltou os olhos para mim sorrio e não disse mais nada. Também dessa vez não precisou. Vivemos naquele momento a mística da última ceia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/787272127369979988-1227049454740099543?l=conversaentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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