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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nas trevas caminhei, mas fostes piedoso e pra luz me trouxestes! - hoje louvo-te e glorifico teu santo nome, pois és digno de toda honra e glória!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As barreiras postas em meu caminho, tendes me dado força suficiente pra vence-las todas!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho certeza em ti meu senhor, que muitas maravilhas em minha vida o senhor operará, e que me tornarás digna de alcançar a vida eterna! - Amém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655674979634743295-2566690390007902248?l=edicleia-lisboa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estamos nesse mundo apenas de passagem, tudo neste mundo se finda um dia inclusive todos nós. O tempo é igual pra todos, apesar de alguns resolverem adiantar sua passagem por aqui entrando no mundo do crime, das drogas... pobres criaturas sem amor próprio!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pra que tanta ganancia, tanto dinheiro, luxo... quem de vós quando morrerdes levará a sua fortuna? &amp;nbsp;- a maior fortuna que se pode ter é a alma em glória!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanta miséria no mundo e quantos apenas querem estar na riqueza, e vivem em pró do que o dinheiro pode comprar, o dinheiro é seu Deus. - esse é o mais miserável entre todos! - pois já perdeu sua alma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vida aqui é tão curta então porque não vive-la em harmonia e amor, o verdadeiro amor de CRISTO JESUS, tento verdadeira caridade em nossos corações, ajudando os menos favorecidos pois a felicidade está em ajudar e não em ser ajudado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b style="background-color: #ffffe5; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: purple; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Edicléia Maria Araújo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655674979634743295-7427978882458602406?l=edicleia-lisboa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Minha mãos calejadas &amp;nbsp;feridas do trabalho, hoje grossas e ásperas ferem ao tocar-te.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pobre coração, quanto sofrer carrega! - feridas que o tempo não apaga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanta tempo o tempo leva pra amenizar tanto sofrer? - por que apagar ele não apaga!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mundo dá tantas voltas, bem que numa dessas, poderia me trazer a felicidade que espero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que pouca vergonha!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho visto tantos exemplos lindo de vida, de superação! - sorrisos irradiantes , quanta felicidade nos olhos de alguém por poder muitas vezes apenas dar um pequeno passo. Sim quantas pessoas que nasceram com alguma deficiência física e até mental! - &amp;nbsp;tem nos pequenos gestos a grandeza da vitória.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nascemos perfeitos, crescemos e nos tornamos deficientes pelo nosso egoismo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enxergamos na maioria das vezes apenas o nosso umbigo, não paramos para olhar ao redor e ver que há muito mais do que apenas nós.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mundo a cada dia se torna mais e mais cruel, o rico se torna mais rico e o pobre mais pobre. As propagandas nos dizem a todo o tempo que tudo mudará, a pobreza acabará, será? - não é o que vejo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se olharmos melhor para nosso próximo, veremos que ele padece por falta de muito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantos de nós estende a mão e oferece um pedaço de pão a um faminto? - ou deu o que vestir a um maltrapilho? - ou ajudou a um enfermo desconhecido, ou outra ajuda qualquer ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É, temos tanto enquanto outros não tem nada, e ainda reclamamos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O mundo seria melhor se fossemos mais caridosos! - o amor ao próximo não é praticado e nos afundamos cada vez mais nesse poço de ingratidão! - ingratidão a DEUS, pois ele nos deu tudo e nunca o agradecemos devidamente. Como seu filho Jesus Cristo nos ensinou, que amassemos o próximo como a nós mesmos, e que praticássemos a caridade. Infelizmente as pessoas não se lembram ou não querem lembrar nem praticar esse AMOR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje meu coração bateu mais forte quando acordei pela manhã e ouvi o canto do pássaro JOÃO DE BARRO bem próximo a janela do meu quarto. Uma criatura tão pequena, tão bela e que tem um viver lindo; - tem o capricho de carregar pequenas bolas de barro em seu bico par construir sua casa em um galho de uma árvore qualquer para assim formar uma família e ser feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quantas coisas maravilhosas DEUS nos concede e quase nunca enxergamos, passamos a maior parte do tempo reclamando de tudo, se está calor queremos frio, se chove queremos sol, e assim visse e versa e tantas outras queixas a mais... - quanta ingratidão de nossa parte!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temos tudo, somos perfeitos, pois fomos feitos &amp;nbsp;à semelhança de DEUS.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje meu coração sente-se grato a ti meu rei e pai eterno meu DEUS, por todas as graças a mim concedida: obrigado senhor pela linda família, pelo lar, pelo pão que nos alimenta, pelo simples fato de existir! Obrigado Jesus!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto maravilhada em poder acordar todos os dias e preparar o café da manhã para minha família, arrumar munha casa, preparar o almoço, o jantar, todos essas pequenas coisas que uma dona de casa faz, mas que faz a nossa vida valer a pena.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As desavenças, as diferenças que existem dentro da família são coisas tão bobas mas que fazem parte, e faz com que cada membro veja e reconheça a necessidade de amar e ser amado, e que juntos nos completamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que bom é poder saber que, amanhã estarei de pé bem cedinho para mais um dia de contemplações. Que bom é ser esposa, mãe, dona de casa, sim dona de casa, é o que sou com muito orgulho!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se temos uma pequena fraqueza o inimigo se aproveita dessa brecha pra nos levar ao chão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A única saída é Deus, pois só ele tem &amp;nbsp;o poder de libertação. A palavra de Deus é o remédio mais poderoso que se pode achar, é a cura para todos os males.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanta tristeza neste mundo de ilusões, quanto sofrimento...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As profecias estão se cumprindo! - e muitos não querem ver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abra a porta do seu coração e deixe Jesus entrar. Receba de graça o que de graça foi dado! - a salvação !!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um silêncio estranho penetra o ambiente, coisa rara de se ver, ou ouvir, - em se tratando de um lugar barulhento como é a cidade. Tarde quente, o sol se impondo em todo seu esplendor!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Momentos assim é que tenho ainda mais saudade da minha terra, da minha gente, dos lugares onde vivi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coração no peito aprofunda suas batidas trazendo a tona lembranças de pessoas que fizeram e fazem parte do passado e do presente, e do futuro !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em outras terras hoje vivo, pessoas que trazem no olhar a desconfiança e o medo do desconhecido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminho difícil de percorrer, com tantas curvas, subidas e decidas, pedregulhos... - seguir em frente é sempre preciso, para alcançar a linda planície que todos almejamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desejo de sempre sorrir, ser feliz; - mas a final, alguém é realmente feliz? - se ouve tanto dizer por ai "Eu sou feliz", será? - na vida há tantas controversas que, sei lá se dá pra dizer que alguém é mesmo de fato feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Essa vida é mesmo engraçada, é porque a gente tem que rir das situações por ela impostas. Há situações boas e ruins, em um instante se está bem no outro tudo desmorona e vice versa. Parando pra analisar o jeito é sorrir...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Existe uma  calma rendição ao tumulto do dia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Quando o calor de um vento rodopiante pode  ser afastado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Um momento encantado e ele me acompanha até o fim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;É o  suficiente para esta guerreira inquieta simplesmente estar com você.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Existe um tempo para todos, se eles apenas aprendessem, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Que o caleidoscópio que gira move a todos nós, um após o outro.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Existe um verso e motivo para as vastidões ao ar livre,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Quando o coração desta viajante desafortunada pulsa em  rítmo com o seu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;E você consegue sentir o amor esta noite?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Ele está onde estamos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;É o suficiente para esta peregrina de olhos abertos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Que tenhamos chegado tão longe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Como ele está estendido para repousar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;É o suficiente para fazer reis e vagabundos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="trad1"&gt;Acreditarem no melhor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tudo é tão rápido na vida da gente, as coisas passam como um relâmpago. Quando menos se espera tudo é transformado, ou para bem ou para mal. A esperança é algo que nunca morre assim dizem os sábios, - será? - sendo assim porque muito daquilo que esperamos com tanta vontade simplesmente se desfaz no ar... - ironia do destino? - ou erramos no meio do caminho?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem dentre tantos tem a resposta!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imaginar a felicidade lá adiante e perde-la antes mesmo de chegar a meio caminho andado... - pode ser loucura pensar assim, mas com tantas perguntas pairando no ar e nenhuma resposta, o que pensar então?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A unica coisa que resta é uma lágrima. Sim uma lágrima que tento esconder mas ela sempre se mostra &amp;nbsp;sem se quer pedir licença.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dolorosa lembrança, sufocando a alma, deixa a sangrar um coração cansado e fraco.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagens que não se apagam na memória, trazendo sempre o mesmo tom triste e amargurado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um ventre vazio, sem vida, onde agora apenas a dor vive em sua plenitude.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Viestes tão de repente, e tão de repente partistes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um sonho que não se realizou, se perdeu no caminho; - ora tão imenso, agora só o vazio...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pai, mãe, filho; - palavras lindas de se dizer e de se ouvir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um amor tão grande que não se pode explicar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É sagrado o dizer: papai! - mamãe! - meu filho!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma satisfação tão grande invade nosso ser interior ao simples dizer dessas palavras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor de um filho ao seus pais é tão grande, de uma cumplicidade inacreditável. Um carinho gostoso de sentir naquele abraço apertado, naquele beijo suave e meigo, um jeitinho todo especial de dizer EU TE AMO. Nada se compara!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor de um pai a seus filhos é divino. De um tamanho sem igual, capaz de doar sua vida pelos seus filhos.Um pai ou uma mãe não fazem distinção ao seus filhos, são todos iguais.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tem aqueles pais rígidos, severos, que muitas vezes não demonstram o seu amor, mas é o seu jeito de amar e de dar o melhor a sua família.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você se une a alguém para constituir uma família, muitas coisa são deixadas para traz, tudo muda, é uma vida nova!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A chegada de uma criança é a glória de Deus se mostrando através desse pequeno ser. O primeiro choro, aqueles olhos curiosos, sem saber o que realmente está acontecendo ali, simplesmente quer encontrar &amp;nbsp;o seio farto de sua mãe para se alimentar. É a divindade de Deus em nossos braços, alegria tamanha sem explicação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um filho é uma benção enviada dos céus para nos completarmos como seres humanos filhos de Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um filho &amp;nbsp;é a alegria de um lar, é o que une o casal em um mesmo objetivo. Mesmo que por uma &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;infelicidade &amp;nbsp;do destino venham a se separar, os filhos serão um vinculo eterno entre os dois.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os primeiros passos, a primeira palavra é inesquecível. São lembranças que jamais se apagará da memória.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É um amor que alegra a alma, que dói e machuca o peito, se algo não está bem. Noites em claro, cansaço, prazer de poder estar presente quando necessário. FILHO, MEUS FILHOS...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A falta de carinho, de um beijo apaixonado ou de um simples abraço. Complicado achar que a companhia pode ser vergonhosa, - já não tem o mesmo vigor de uma jovem!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doloroso imaginar possíveis distrações...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os dias passam rápido, tudo muda ainda mais. Desencadeiam-se as deformidades, a beleza fica cada vez mais distante onde só a lembrança alcançará.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Será que deveras o amor existe? - ou apenas a aparência conduz a vida?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminhos a trilhar, passados que são presentes e visse e versa; - a vida sendo conduzida por um desconhecido, o destino!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Novas esperanças nascem a cada novo amanhecer, alimentando o vazio da alma para que assim continue a viver!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma luta constante contra o tempo em busca de tanto, mas que no fim sempre termina em um único lugar, o pó da terra! - então porque não ser apenas feliz contemplando a beleza da vida enquanto se pode ter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;No caso de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;precisar dele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;quando eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mais frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;mudar esta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Vamos falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;sobre o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;o que é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;, o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;você sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;por dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;que você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;me mostrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;estou me sentindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;Eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;o que é amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;você simplesmente não consegue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas"&gt;esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Se estás oprimido, triste, inseguro à beira do abismo.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho uma saída para você; - Jesus Cristo quer te ajudar!&lt;br /&gt;
Segure firme em sua mão, deixe ele te guiar.&lt;br /&gt;
Seu caminho se encherá de luz, você nunca mais tropeçará nas pedras plantadas a sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;
O senhor Deus te vestirá com armadura do céu, inimigo algum ousará te enfrentar!&lt;br /&gt;
Credes tão somente nele, e serás um vencedor!&lt;br /&gt;
Deus é vida, Deus é amor! - levante das cinzas e dê glórias a Deus, e seja um guerreiro de Deus!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Um novo ser a caminho, uma nova vida concebida de um amor verdadeiro! - uma benção dos céus!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Me sinto honrada por ser portadora de uma vida. Me sinto feliz por mais uma vez poder dar a luz .&lt;/div&gt;
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Quantas mulheres gostaria de estar em meu lugar e não podem, por terem seus ventres "secos".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ser mãe é a maior benção concedida por Deus a uma mulher. Pobres daquelas que não tiveram seus ventres abençoados.&lt;/div&gt;
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*Obrigada meu Deus, - abençoe esta nova vida que está a caminho, conceda-a muita saúde. E que possamos nos unir ainda mais com a chegada deste anjo em nossas vidas. Que esta família saiba sempre entender a grandeza do seu amor por nós. Que este anjo enviado por ti, venha ser mais uma luz em nossas vidas!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O que realmente se passa no intimo ser de uma mulher?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quem poderá responder:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O que se esconderá por traz de tanta doçura?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um belo e alegre sorriso, gestos meigos, palavras bonitas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas um tenebroso e desconhecido mundo em seu interior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alguém realmente conhece alguém verdadeiramente? - não, com certeza não!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estranho universo esse, terra que não se pisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Podendo mostrar uma coisa e o coração outra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas há um pequeno detalhe que muitos se esquecem de observar;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os olhos nunca mentem, mesmo as palavras dizendo algo os olhos dizem o contrário.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se os lábios deslizam um esbelto sorriso, os olhos indagam tristeza. Mostrando o verdadeiro lado da moeda!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimentos ocultos, coisas mau resolvidas, talvez no passado quem sabe?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mulher; um ser estranho, muitas vezes fingida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em busca de um novo horizonte, "esquece o que lhe é incomodo" já que sofrera por tal!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Segue seu caminho talvez com o coração à sangrar e sem poder dividir sua dor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas o senhor em sua infinita misericórdia sempre me socorreu.&lt;br /&gt;
Em minhas maiores angustias o senhor sempre se fez presente a meu favor.&lt;br /&gt;
Te agradeço meu pai, e não me canso de agradecer todos os dias e todos os momentos por existires na minha vida, pois sem ti não serias nada neste mundo cruel de dor e pecado!&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada por ter me concedido meus três filhos, - cuide sempre de cada um deles dando-os saúde sabedoria e obediência!&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada pelo esposo que me preparaste, - tome-o nas tuas mãos guiando-o sempre por caminhos iluminados, guardando-o e livrando-o de todo o perigo e de todo o mau.&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada pela minha vida, - esteja sempre junto a mim, guiando meus passos para que eu nunca venha tropeçar em nenhuma pedra. Me dê sempre força e saúde pra seguir minha jornada, cumprindo com minhas obrigações sem desanimar. Venha sempre abençoar meu lar e minha família, senhor que seja um lar de amor, paz e muito respeito. Senhor venha suprir nossas necessidades a cada dia, abênçoa o pai o pão que nos alimenta a cada dia sem nunca deixar faltar.&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada, meu Deus pelos seres que me puseram no mundo, meu pai e minha mãe, - derrama suas bençãos sobre eles!!!&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada por todos os meus familiares, senhor supra a necessidade de cada um.&lt;br /&gt;
-Obrigada meu pai celestial, pelo trabalho, - senhor abra as portas da prosperidade a nós!!!&lt;br /&gt;
-AMÉM !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ando em meio a tormenta,&lt;br /&gt;
Quantos calos ainda ferirão meus pés,&lt;br /&gt;
Liberdade aclamada e conquistada,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o estalo do chicote ainda corta a minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;
Punhos feridos, do castigo as marcas,...&lt;br /&gt;
Em busca de algo que nem sei o que é,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas saberei quando encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;
Tantas pedras levantadas,&lt;br /&gt;
Não se vê as matas, nem os lagos, nem os rios...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9I6g0z6GUQI/Ru6rjMnn9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-C7lzV4kRmA/s1600/siriema2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9I6g0z6GUQI/Ru6rjMnn9rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-C7lzV4kRmA/s320/siriema2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não se pode respirar o ar puro e frio,&lt;br /&gt;
Um preço alto a pagar,&lt;br /&gt;
Por um pedaço de pão,&lt;br /&gt;
Em uma selva de pedra, uma prisão!&lt;br /&gt;
Não era essa liberdade que tinha lá no sertão.&lt;br /&gt;
Caminho longo,&lt;br /&gt;
No coração a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;
A ela dei um nome,&lt;br /&gt;
Minha "SIRIEMA" um dia vou te encontrar!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;h2 align="right" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; line-height: 50px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px; text-align: -webkit-left; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2a2a2a; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Na Senzala, úmida, estreita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Brilha a chama da candeia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;No sapé se esgueira o vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E a luz da fogueira ateia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Junto ao fogo, uma africana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Sentada, o filho embalando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Vai lentamente cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Uma tirana indolente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Repassada de aflição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E o menino ri contente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mas treme e grita gelado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Se nas palhas do telhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ruge o vento do sertão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Se o canto pára um momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Chora a criança imprudente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mas continua a cantiga ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E ri sem ver o tormento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Daquele amargo cantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ai! triste, que enxugas rindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Os prantos que vão caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Do fundo, materno olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E nas mãozinhas brilhantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Agitas como diamantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Os prantos do seu pensar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E voz como um soluço lacerante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Continua a cantar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Eu sou como a garça triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Que mora à beira do rio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"As orvalhadas da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Me fazem tremer de frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Me fazem tremer de frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Como os juncos da lagoa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Feliz da araponga errante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Que é livre, que livre voa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Que é livre, que livre voa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Para as bandas do seu ninho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"E nas braúnas à tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Canta longe do caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Canta longe do caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Por onde o vaqueiro trilha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Se quer descansar as asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem a palmeira, a baunilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem a palmeira, a baunilha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem o brejo, a lavadeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem as campinas, as flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem a relva, a trepadeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Tem a relva, a trepadeira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Todas têm os seus amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Eu não tenho mãe nem filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;"Nem irmão, nem lar, nem flores".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A cantiga cessou. . . Vinha da estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A trote largo, linda cavalhada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De estranho viajor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Na porta da fazenda eles paravam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Das mulas boleadas apeavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E batiam na porta do senhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Figuras pelo sol tisnadas, lúbricas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Sorrisos sensuais, sinistro olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Os bigodes retorcidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;O cigarro a fumegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;O rebenque prateado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Do pulso dependurado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Largas chilenas luzidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que vão tinindo no chão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E as garruchas embebidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;No bordado cinturão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A porta da fazenda foi aberta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Entraram no salão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Por que tremes mulher? A noite é calma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Um bulício remoto agita a palma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Do vasto coqueiral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Tem pérolas o rio, a noite lumes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A mata sombras, o sertão perfumes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Murmúrio o bananal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Por que tremes, mulher? Que estranho crime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que remorso cruel assim te oprime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E te curva a cerviz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;O que nas dobras do vestido ocultas?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;É um roubo talvez que aí sepultas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;É seu filho ... Infeliz! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ser mãe é um crime, ter um filho - roubo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Amá-lo uma loucura! Alma de lodo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Para ti - não há luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Tens a noite no corpo, a noite na alma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Pedra que a humanidade pisa calma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Cristo que verga à cruz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Na hipérbole do ousado cataclisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Um dia Deus morreu... fuzila um prisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Do Calvário ao Tabor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Viu-se então de Palmira os pétreos ossos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De Babel o cadáver de destroços&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mais lívidos de horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Era o relampejar da liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Nas nuvens do chorar da humanidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ou sarça do Sinai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Relâmpagos que ferem de desmaios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Revoluções, vós deles sois os raios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Escravos, esperai! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Leitor, se não tens desprezo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De vir descer às senzalas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Trocar tapetes e salas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Por um alcouce cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que o teu vestido bordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Vem comigo, mas ... cuidado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Não fique no chão manchado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;No chão do imundo bordel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Não venhas tu que achas triste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Às vezes a própria festa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Tu, grande, que nunca ouviste&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Senão gemidos da orquestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Por que despertar tu'alma,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Em sedas adormecida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Esta excrescência da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que ocultas com tanto esmero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E o coração - tredo lodo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Fezes d'ânfora doirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Negra serpe, que enraivada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Morde a cauda, morde o dorso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E sangra às vezes piedade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E sangra às vezes remorso?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Não venham esses que negam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A esmola ao leproso, ao pobre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A luva branca do nobre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Oh! senhores, não mancheis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Os pés lá pisam em lama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Porém as frontes são puras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mas vós nas faces impuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Tendes lodo, e pus nos pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Porém vós, que no lixo do oceano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A pérola de luz ides buscar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mergulhadores deste pego insano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Da sociedade, deste tredo mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Vinde ver como rasgam-se as entranhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De uma raça de novos Prometeus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ai! vamos ver guilhotinadas almas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Da senzala nos vivos mausoléus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Escrava, dá-me teu filho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Senhores, ide-lo ver:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;É forte, de uma raça bem provada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Havemos tudo fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Assim dizia o fazendeiro, rindo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E agitava o chicote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A mãe que ouvia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Imóvel, pasma, doida, sem razão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;À Virgem Santa pedia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Com prantos por oração;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E os olhos no ar erguia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que a voz não podia, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Dá-me teu filho! repetiu fremente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;o senhor, de sobr'olho carregado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Impossível!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Que dizes, miserável?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Perdão, senhor! perdão! meu filho dorme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Inda há pouco o embalei, pobre inocente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que nem sequer pressente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que ides...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Sim, que o vou vender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Vender?!. . . Vender meu filho?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Senhor, por piedade, não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Vós sois bom antes do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Me arranqueis o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Por piedade, matai-me! Oh! É impossível&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que me roubem da vida o único bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Apenas sabe rir é tão pequeno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Inda não sabe me chamar? Também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Senhor, vós tendes filhos... quem não tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Se alguém quisesse os vender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Havíeis muito chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Havíeis muito gemer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Diríeis a rir — Perdão?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai meu filho... arrancai-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Antes a alma e o coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Cala-te miserável! Meus senhores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;O escravo podeis ver ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E a mãe em pranto aos pés dos mercadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Atirou-se a gemer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Senhores! basta a desgraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De não ter pátria nem lar, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De ter honra e ser vendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De ter alma e nunca amar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai à noite que chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que espere ao menos a aurora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ao ramo seco uma flor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai o pássaro ao ninho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai à mãe o filhinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai à desgraça o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Meu filho é-me a sombra amiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Neste deserto cruel!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Flor de inocência e candura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Favo de amor e de mel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Seu riso é minha alvorada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Sua lágrima doirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Minha estrela, minha luz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;É da vida o único brilho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Meu filho! é mais... é meu filho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Deixai-mo em nome da Cruz!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Porém nada comove homens de pedra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Sepulcros onde é morto o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A criança do berço ei-los arrancam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Que os bracinhos estende e chora em vão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Mudou-se a cena. Já vistes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Bramir na mata o jaguar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E no furor desmedido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Saltar, raivando atrevido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;O ramo, o tronco estalar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Morder os cães que o morderam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;De vítima feita algoz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Em sangue e horror envolvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Terrível, bravo, feroz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Assim a escrava da criança ao grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Destemida saltou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E a turba dos senhores aterrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Ante ela recuou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;— Nem mais um passo, cobardes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Nem mais um passo! ladrões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Se os outros roubam as bolsas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Vós roubais os corações! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Entram três negros possantes,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Brilham punhais traiçoeiros...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Rolam por terra os primeiros&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Da morte nas contorções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Um momento depois a cavalgada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Levava a trote largo pela estrada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A criança a chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Na fazenda o azorrague então se ouvia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;E aos golpes - uma doida respondia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Com frio gargalhar! ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 1.35em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Castro Alves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/655674979634743295-5776892226205803963?l=edicleia-lisboa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Prendi meus afetos, formosa Pepita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Mas onde? No templo, no espaço, nas névoas?!&lt;br /&gt;
Não rias, prendi-me&lt;br /&gt;
Num laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
Na selva sombria de tuas madeixas,&lt;br /&gt;
Nos negros cabelos da moça bonita,&lt;br /&gt;
Fingindo a serpente qu'enlaça a folhagem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Formoso enroscava-se&lt;br /&gt;
O laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
Meu ser, que voava nas luzes da festa,&lt;br /&gt;
Qual pássaro bravo, que os ares agita,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vi de repente cativo, submisso&lt;br /&gt;
Rolar prisioneiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Num laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
E agora enleada na tênue cadeia&lt;br /&gt;
Debalde minh'alma se embate, se irrita...&lt;br /&gt;
O braço, que rompe cadeias de ferro,&lt;br /&gt;
Não quebra teus elos,&lt;br /&gt;
Ó laço de fita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Meu Deus! As falenas têm asas de opala,&lt;br /&gt;
Os astros se libram na plaga infinita.&lt;br /&gt;
Os anjos repousam nas penas brilhantes...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tu... tens por asas&lt;br /&gt;
Um laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
Há pouco voavas na célere valsa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Na valsa que anseia, que estua e palpita.&lt;br /&gt;
Por que é que tremeste? Não eram meus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;
Beijava-te apenas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Teu laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas ai! findo o baile, despindo os adornos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;N'alcova onde a vela ciosa... crepita,&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez da cadeia libertes as tranças&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu... fico preso&lt;br /&gt;
No laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
Pois bem! Quando um dia na sombra do vale&lt;br /&gt;
Abrirem-me a cova... formosa Pepita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 7px; padding-left: 7px; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;Ao menos arranca meus louros da fronte,&lt;br /&gt;
E dá-me por c'roa...&lt;br /&gt;
Teu laço de fita.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;CASTRO ALVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l73neyU6BxQ/TIV8YlVwncI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pdrmYYxr5MU/s1600/1DSC00153+(87).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l73neyU6BxQ/TIV8YlVwncI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pdrmYYxr5MU/s320/1DSC00153+(87).JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui; onde mora o amor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde o verde é mais verde,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A água é pura e limpa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A terra tem cheiro de vida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os animais harmoniosamente vivem uns com os outros,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se pode pisar com os pés descalços,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O vento sopra manso e suave,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O céu é mais próximo do chão,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deus é tão presente, e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;m tudo que se vê.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pureza da vida, tão sublime e simples,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde não existe tristeza,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde mau nenhum pode reinar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Divindade que pintor algum conseguiu pintar em suas telas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Perfume nobre que jamais será igualado,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onde a morte é apenas o renovo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Coração selvagem, pulsando em um peito matuto, envolvido por uma alma majestosa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Livre, Livre, Livre...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem aqui viveu, nunca mais esqueceu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se teve que partir, sonha um dia voltar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqui tudo se tem,..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor e respeito, palavras sagradas nesse chão!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu lugar, meu sertão!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Semear, semear e semear...- é o que sempre se ouve dizer.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas será que todos semeiam como dizem?- falar é sempre fácil, fazer é que são elas.&lt;br /&gt;
Neste mundo tão envolvido pela violência, encontrar uma terra fértil para se cultivar uma boa semente, está ficando cada vez mais difícil.&lt;br /&gt;
Quando enfim temos onde semear e cultivar a semente tão preciosa do fruto mais valioso..., uma vitória a mais acrescentamos em nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Saber que do nosso trabalho possamos colher doces frutos, frutos esse que nos permiti viver com a certeza de um dia termos nos feitos importantes na vida de alguém, &amp;nbsp;assim como para nós mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Escuridão, noite sombria! - o desejo de um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;
Minutos tão longos que mais parecem eternos...&lt;br /&gt;
Um lindo clarear bem lá na frente, iluminando a penumbra de um caminho doloroso e triste.&lt;br /&gt;
Forças tenebrosas tendem a dificultar a caminhada, muitas vezes parece estar tão longe essa luz que a vontade de desistir no meio da jornada incendeia o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas as possibilidades de sorrir lá adiante são tantas que &amp;nbsp;esquecer a dor e a tristeza se torna fácil, para assim ter forças para seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;
Belo caminho, lindas flores perfumadas! - uma luz tão forte com a capacidade de derrotar &amp;nbsp;a escuridão, vai aos poucos invadindo e iluminando todo o caminho para não tropeçar nas possíveis pedras, postas adiante...&lt;br /&gt;
Visto que as forças ocultas do mal nunca se dão por vencidas, tendem sempre a dificultar o caminho. Mas esquecem que a frente tem um ser soberano que &amp;nbsp;em seu esplendor &amp;nbsp;clareia a estrada.&lt;br /&gt;
Posto que o sonho nunca morre no caminho, sempre tende a chegar em seu destino!&lt;br /&gt;
Em busca de um novo amanhã, sonhando! - coração machucado pela as lanças do inimigo! - dor cruel...&lt;br /&gt;
Erros pelo caminho cometidos! - lição de vida! - olhe sempre aonde pisas, para não tropeçar na mesma pedra duas vezes...&lt;br /&gt;
Sobreviver a batalha! - Tempo! - passa tão lento, mas não apaga as marcas deixadas; ameniza!&lt;br /&gt;
Contentamento! - Feliz aquele que sorri das marcas que o tempo deixou! - pois prevaleceu o amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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