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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UHQHY-eyp7ImA9WxJUEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546</id><updated>2009-07-10T16:47:11.853-03:00</updated><title>BLUE MOON</title><subtitle type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i54.photobucket.com/albums/g94/luzdeluma/6db2d176.gif" border="0" alt="Seja bem-vindo ao Blue Moon"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>383</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/VoKq" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRn4zeyp7ImA9WxJUEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-558856898833264221</id><published>2009-07-06T01:35:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:16:17.083-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-07T23:16:17.083-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pecado" /><title>Amartano</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s1600-h/maca_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s400/maca_2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355067248316028530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A nossa falta      de conhecimento é a razão pela qual temos a ilusão do pecado; ou, quando a      evolução tiver tido tempo suficiente para nos ajudar a progredir, a ilusão      do pecado desaparecerá."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.vivos.com.br/48.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(fonte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amartano&lt;/span&gt;" (pecado em grego - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;começa com AMAR&lt;/span&gt;...), significa privação, ausência; e é no momento em que negamos  que ele existe, que iniciamos nosso inferno. E ele pode ser infinito.  E finito também. Pecado  existe ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é a verdade ou a realidade que nos martiriza; é a nossa atitude de negação a elas, já que estão profundamente cravadas em  nossa mente, não nos deixando de sobra nenhum espaço.  E haja procura, leitura, pesquisa, tempo, querer, resolver. Sem pecado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos um medo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aparente&lt;/span&gt;) de ver a nossa própria realidade &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(?) &lt;/span&gt;devido à aparente confusão que realizamos entre a verdade e a fantasia e aquilo que geralmente chamamos de real é algo que forjamos e, consequentemente, não é ela mesma. E talvez jamais saibamos a diferença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;é "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;individual&lt;/span&gt;" - não faz parte da consciência coletiva. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;é coisa sua, coisa minha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pecado &lt;/span&gt;não é coisa "nossa". Não mesmo.  Existe remissão, perdão. Mas não deixa de ser &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pecado. Foi. Tem volta? Tem perdão ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei, mas existe alternativa, com certeza.  Ela reside no  instante em que começarmos a aceitar, a ver o que é o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nosso &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pecado&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; -  pois nesse exato momento voltaremos a uma relativa sanidade. Ou não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você, o que acha ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajei por aqui hoje. Eu preciso voltar a postar poesia, verso, prosa. Não filofosar.  Sério mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ou não?) rs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-558856898833264221?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/558856898833264221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/amartano.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/558856898833264221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/558856898833264221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/3zDdz8d4LTg/amartano.html" title="Amartano" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SlEFSjw0lnI/AAAAAAAADEc/-b3LW36uUNo/s72-c/maca_2008.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/07/amartano.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8AQHYyfSp7ImA9WxJVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7011963742865916264</id><published>2009-06-29T01:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:14:01.895-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-29T01:14:01.895-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa" /><title>Querer</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s1600-h/Flying+Bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s400/Flying+Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352529925351260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativision.com.au/main/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=23&amp;amp;Itemid=59"&gt;imagem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer nada: serás livre.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo amor que tenham&lt;br /&gt;Por nós, quer-nos, oprime-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;F. Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; A vida é assim: um querer (muito) ficar e ainda assim deixar ir. E continuar a viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente vai levando, a gente vai levando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com vontade de voar...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7011963742865916264?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/7011963742865916264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7011963742865916264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7011963742865916264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/ouyQ1KBBrqQ/querer.html" title="Querer" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SkgBm7I1wbI/AAAAAAAADEU/nBJbCGJK1rw/s72-c/Flying+Bird.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/querer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CRH09cSp7ImA9WxJWFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3738794333311029036</id><published>2009-06-21T20:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:29:25.369-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-21T20:29:25.369-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inverno" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estações" /><title>No inverno.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sj7AsOB6WlI/AAAAAAAADD8/3P0ZYKomwCE/s1600-h/Snow+in+London+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 420px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sj7AsOB6WlI/AAAAAAAADD8/3P0ZYKomwCE/s400/Snow+in+London+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349925273275619922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Em                        tempo de semear aprenda, em colheita ensine, em inverno                        desfrute."&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(William Blake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inverno                        é tempo para conforto, para comida boa e calor, para                        o toque de uma mão amigável e para uma conversa                        ao lado do fogo: é tempo para casa.  Minha estação predileta, sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitem bem -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; aqueles que apreciam, naturalmente&lt;/span&gt; -  é tempo tão breve por aqui, não ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3738794333311029036?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3738794333311029036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-inverno.html#comment-form" title="15 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3738794333311029036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3738794333311029036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/JKb-ThCbNWU/no-inverno.html" title="No inverno." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sj7AsOB6WlI/AAAAAAAADD8/3P0ZYKomwCE/s72-c/Snow+in+London+09.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-inverno.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMQXw7cCp7ImA9WxJWEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-4995403725733348521</id><published>2009-06-15T01:53:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:53:00.208-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-15T01:53:00.208-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filosofia" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SjVJZ5I_OEI/AAAAAAAADD0/U0CT8r8LR7M/s1600-h/art-photography1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SjVJZ5I_OEI/AAAAAAAADD0/U0CT8r8LR7M/s400/art-photography1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347260841756407874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Uma pessoa feliz é aquela que tem sempre em mente seu objetivo. Não vê problemas em seu caminho, mas sim desafios. Tem seus pensamentos no futuro e suas ações no presente. Segue em frente, levando do passado apenas a experiência vivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma pessoa feliz é aquela que tem personalidade, não se deixa levar pelos fracos, não deixa que o medo tome conta do seu destino, mas também não é inflexível.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma pessoa feliz é aquela que realiza seus sonhos…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu li isso &lt;a href="http://conspirar.wordpress.com/"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;e achei que valia dividir. Filosofia budista, tem seu mérito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mantenha seu EU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-4995403725733348521?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/4995403725733348521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/divagando.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4995403725733348521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4995403725733348521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/z9JFO9XGDc0/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SjVJZ5I_OEI/AAAAAAAADD0/U0CT8r8LR7M/s72-c/art-photography1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMQXg6fyp7ImA9WxJXFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2774439362778804498</id><published>2009-06-08T01:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T01:03:00.617-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T01:03:00.617-03:00</app:edited><title>Namorados</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiwoX-8Pj9I/AAAAAAAADDc/l46BDV9591I/s1600-h/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Nuvens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiwoX-8Pj9I/AAAAAAAADDc/l46BDV9591I/s400/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Nuvens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344691250279714770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Quem                  não tem namorado é alguém&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tirou férias                  remuneradas de si mesmo. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Namorado é a mais difícil das conquistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Difícil                  porque namoro de verdade é &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 muito raro.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessita de adivinhação, de pele, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de                  saliva, lágrima,&lt;br /&gt;nuvem, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 quindim, brisa ou filosofia. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Paquera, gabiru, flerte, caso, transa,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;envolvimento, até                  paixão é fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas, namorado, mesmo, é muito difícil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Namorado                  não precisa ser o mais bonito,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;mas aquele a quem se quer proteger e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando se chega ao lado dele                  a gente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 treme,&lt;br /&gt;sua frio e quase desmaia pedindo proteção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A proteção dele não precisa &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 ser parruda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; decidida ou bandoleira: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta um olhar de compreensão                  ou mesmo de &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 aflição.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem namorado,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; não                  é que não tem um amor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;é quem não                  sabe o &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 gosto de namorar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Carlos                      Drummond de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E é bom demais:   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no amor, amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor + Amar  = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NAMORAR &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;:Aproveitem a semana curta para curtir o tempo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-2774439362778804498?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/2774439362778804498/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/namorados.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2774439362778804498?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2774439362778804498?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/WUjDDikSVVQ/namorados.html" title="Namorados" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiwoX-8Pj9I/AAAAAAAADDc/l46BDV9591I/s72-c/Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+de+Nuvens.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/namorados.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMQXw9eyp7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-9145151381614853435</id><published>2009-06-01T01:08:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:08:00.263-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-01T01:08:00.263-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="namorados" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="junho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Quase...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiLZvk1Xk0I/AAAAAAAADDM/0G5uPVDuMxs/s1600-h/Snow+melting+by+Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiLZvk1Xk0I/AAAAAAAADDM/0G5uPVDuMxs/s400/Snow+melting+by+Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342071519379428162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.&lt;br /&gt;Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,&lt;br /&gt;Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas na minhalma tudo se derrama...&lt;br /&gt;Entanto nada foi só ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...&lt;br /&gt;- Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Asa que se elançou mas não voou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de alma que desbaratei...&lt;br /&gt;Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...&lt;br /&gt;Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...&lt;br /&gt;Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo encetei e nada possuí...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto&lt;br /&gt;Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%A1rio_de_S%C3%A1-Carneiro"&gt;Mário de Sá-Carneiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;                           &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:Arial;"  lang="PT"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Sá-Carneiro não teve                            biografia:                           teve só génio. O que disse foi o que viveu." &lt;/span&gt;Estas palavras de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa &lt;/span&gt;resumem bem a                            vida de um grande poeta que escolheu a morte na primavera da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Grande poeta, alma conturbada, deixou-nos cedo.  Todos perdemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certas vezes a gente precisa apenas &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"um pouco mais"&lt;/span&gt; que nem sempre está disponível.  Tudo tem seu tempo, tudo tem. O amor também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa junho: mês dos namorados, mês do inverno, do aconchego, mês de dias curtos e  de longas, longas noites. Gosto disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é ainda, quase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-9145151381614853435?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/9145151381614853435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9145151381614853435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/9145151381614853435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/E7Q1zQHzN8Q/quase.html" title="Quase..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SiLZvk1Xk0I/AAAAAAAADDM/0G5uPVDuMxs/s72-c/Snow+melting+by+Tina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIFQHkyfip7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-4866746186762397400</id><published>2009-05-24T18:21:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:15:11.796-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T23:15:11.796-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudança" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="filha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="viagem" /><title>Mudança</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Shm-qz6LnvI/AAAAAAAADDE/ksA-zbZtBqI/s1600-h/SandHeart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339508475922456306" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 279px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Shm-qz6LnvI/AAAAAAAADDE/ksA-zbZtBqI/s400/SandHeart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mudam de céu, não de alma, os que correm para além do mar".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horácio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudei, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e de hoje em diante eu não vou mais perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Onde está meu batom ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quem deixou a pia desse jeito ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por que esse som tão alto ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Viu meus óculos por aí ? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Papai ligou ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fechou a porta ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quer mousse de goiaba ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: mas resta ainda um monte de perguntas, reclamações, dúvidas e todas essas coisas que, ditas ou não, são tão pertinentes às mães. E por outro lado, fica o vazio: eu também não vou ouvir perguntas ou ter que responder. Muito chato isso. Muito chato. Síndrome do ninho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mudei?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Só porque  não vou mais dizer &lt;em&gt;"boa noite, Deus te abençoe&lt;/em&gt; " em alto e bom som - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas mentalmente e de coração sempre será dito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - e nem perguntar&lt;em&gt; "a que horas você vai chegar minha filha ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mudei&lt;/span&gt;. a minha filha casou e hoje viajou, melhor dizendo, &lt;strong&gt;mudou&lt;/strong&gt; ! E eles não foram só em &lt;strong&gt;Lua de Mel &lt;/strong&gt;não: eles se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mudaram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para longe, foram lá para terras da rainha - e ficamos aqui com o coração partido - mas torcendo muito para que tudo dê certo para ambos. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(mas tinha que ser tão longe???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É. Estou triste sim, de verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De hoje em diante nada será como antes, e seguir em frente vai ser com certeza, diferente. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, eu não &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mudei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: mudou a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-4866746186762397400?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/4866746186762397400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudanca.html#comment-form" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4866746186762397400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4866746186762397400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/h1xppFtAvDA/mudanca.html" title="Mudança" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Shm-qz6LnvI/AAAAAAAADDE/ksA-zbZtBqI/s72-c/SandHeart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/mudanca.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IFQ346fSp7ImA9WxJRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6768400513217468946</id><published>2009-05-18T09:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T15:31:52.015-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-18T15:31:52.015-03:00</app:edited><title>Festa!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ShGkZA7UogI/AAAAAAAADC0/kAIaHn2KI0I/s1600-h/bolo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ShGkZA7UogI/AAAAAAAADC0/kAIaHn2KI0I/s400/bolo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227783063249410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É aniversário do&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Blue Moon&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;É tempo de festa por aqui e na minha vida também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos entrando no ano 4 e espero que muitos ainda aconteçam. E a comemoração fica por conta do casamento de minha filha mais nova, a minha "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess&lt;/span&gt;"  que estava linda, radiante e feliz neste sábado. O bolo está aí, vamos dividir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ShGkZe_rrLI/AAAAAAAADC8/NuP7c3vXlRo/s1600-h/Noiva+Fe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ShGkZe_rrLI/AAAAAAAADC8/NuP7c3vXlRo/s400/Noiva+Fe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337227791134600370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A rotina que havia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"tirado férias da minha vida"&lt;/span&gt; vai começar a voltar de agora em diante, de modo diferente com certeza, mas a gente tem que se adaptar. É a vida, é da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em frente, de modo novo, tudo diferente, é assim a vida da gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigada pelo carinho de vocês e pela presença durante esse tempo, obrigada mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-6768400513217468946?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/6768400513217468946/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/festa.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6768400513217468946?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6768400513217468946?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/D4XWcSWF7X8/festa.html" title="Festa!" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ShGkZA7UogI/AAAAAAAADC0/kAIaHn2KI0I/s72-c/bolo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/festa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRHs8fSp7ImA9WxJREU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3969458246337088036</id><published>2009-05-11T21:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:18:55.575-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T07:18:55.575-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="futuro" /><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SglMI2r-xTI/AAAAAAAADCs/z5uB6meAGS4/s1600-h/ampulheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SglMI2r-xTI/AAAAAAAADCs/z5uB6meAGS4/s400/ampulheta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334878948599711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O presente não é um passado em potencial,&lt;br /&gt;é o momento da escolha e da ação."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Simone de Beauvoir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o meu tem estado bastante atribulado: filhos, neto, genros, parentes, casamento a vista, preparativos mil, correria geral contra o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenham paciência, falta apenas uma semana e aí tudo voltará ao normal - e não vai ser fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3969458246337088036?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3969458246337088036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/divagando.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3969458246337088036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3969458246337088036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Fu79cu2icfM/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SglMI2r-xTI/AAAAAAAADCs/z5uB6meAGS4/s72-c/ampulheta.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/05/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcMRX0-eSp7ImA9WxJSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-116387626576955337</id><published>2009-05-04T11:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T01:01:24.351-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T01:01:24.351-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ilusão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cisne" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Willian Shakespeare" /><title>Na maré.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sf-kiKgqflI/AAAAAAAADCk/jp1WOa4XTik/s1600-h/800px-Swan.spreads.wings.arp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sf-kiKgqflI/AAAAAAAADCk/jp1WOa4XTik/s400/800px-Swan.spreads.wings.arp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332161390673821266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I have seen a swan with bootless labour swim against the tide. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu vi um cisne  no trabalho desnecessário, de nadar contra a maré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part III)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade, realidade.  A vida é assim ou tem gente que é assim? Cisnes teimosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(nem sempre dá para  voltar, mesmo cheio de vontade,  nem sempre volta, nem sempre há volta...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-116387626576955337?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/116387626576955337/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2006/11/cisne.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/116387626576955337?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/116387626576955337?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/qLUz9hbublQ/cisne.html" title="Na maré." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sf-kiKgqflI/AAAAAAAADCk/jp1WOa4XTik/s72-c/800px-Swan.spreads.wings.arp.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2006/11/cisne.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQCQX0yfSp7ImA9WxJTGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5686639954550720654</id><published>2009-04-27T01:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T01:26:00.395-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-27T01:26:00.395-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caminho" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sabedoria" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="luz" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amor" /><title>Sabedoria</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfH2iWFvnsI/AAAAAAAADCU/sAl3uRjT-XM/s1600-h/Arco+Iris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfH2iWFvnsI/AAAAAAAADCU/sAl3uRjT-XM/s400/Arco+Iris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328310904061664962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Por sabedoria entendo a arte de tornar a vida mais agradável e feliz possível.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.citador.pt/citacoes.php?Arthur_Schopenhauer=Arthur_Schopenhauer&amp;amp;cit=1&amp;amp;op=7&amp;amp;author=125&amp;amp;firstrec=0" class="nv_soft"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Arthur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Schopenhauer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:595.3pt 841.9pt;  margin:70.85pt 3.0cm 70.85pt 3.0cm;  mso-header-margin:35.4pt;  mso-footer-margin:35.4pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0cm;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Quando fazemos tudo para que nos amem e não conseguimos, resta-nos um último recurso: não fazer mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por isso, digo, quando não obtivermos o amor, o afeto ou a ternura que havíamos solicitado, melhor será desistirmos e procurar mais adiante os sentimentos que nos negaram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Não fazer esforços inúteis, pois o amor nasce, ou não, espontaneamente, mas nunca por força de imposição. Às vezes, é inútil esforçar-se demais, nada se consegue;outras vezes, nada damos e o amor se rende aos nossos pés. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Os sentimentos são sempre uma surpresa. Nunca foram uma caridade mendigada, uma compaixão ou um favor concedido. Quase sempre amamos a quem nos ama mal, e desprezamos quem melhor nos quer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Assim, repito, quando tivermos feito tudo para conseguir um amor, e falhado, resta-nos um só caminho...o de mais nada fazer. "&lt;/span&gt; Clarice Lispector&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certos textos - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabedoria pura, eu diria&lt;/span&gt; - falam por si só. Dispensam qualquer comentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre há uma luz, mesmo que distante, é luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5686639954550720654?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5686639954550720654/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabedoria.html#comment-form" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5686639954550720654?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5686639954550720654?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/LwkTF_Hv7sY/sabedoria.html" title="Sabedoria" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SfH2iWFvnsI/AAAAAAAADCU/sAl3uRjT-XM/s72-c/Arco+Iris.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabedoria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABRXY_cCp7ImA9WxJTFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3366534704778404622</id><published>2009-04-20T01:17:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:29:14.848-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-24T15:29:14.848-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saudade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="espera" /><title>Definição</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SevOMH54JLI/AAAAAAAADCM/LN8ORN_l5Rw/s1600-h/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SevOMH54JLI/AAAAAAAADCM/LN8ORN_l5Rw/s400/DSC02568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326577691971298482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Tudo, tudo que eu compreendo,&lt;br /&gt;eu compreendo somente porque eu amo."  &lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;small&gt;Leon Tolstoy&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parece esmaecer através dos meses, dos dias, dos momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vivido horas lindas, minutos divinos - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cada um contado a dedo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- que sei, não voltarão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nenhum deles tem preço, são parte de mim. Vida. Muito vivida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos se vão: levando minha(s) vida(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ficar aqui,  vivendo a Vida, esperando : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a ida é certa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto: (h)a volta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;e nem assim compreendo, apenas aceito.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só.  amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos, bom feriado e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3366534704778404622?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3366534704778404622/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/definicao.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3366534704778404622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3366534704778404622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/X4zATljofPo/definicao.html" title="Definição" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SevOMH54JLI/AAAAAAAADCM/LN8ORN_l5Rw/s72-c/DSC02568.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/definicao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGRX8yeyp7ImA9WxVaFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6854616251342624731</id><published>2009-04-13T10:00:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:08:44.193-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T19:08:44.193-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexão" /><title>3 Desejos</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SeO2KOuCbEI/AAAAAAAADB8/rJCCubUC0gw/s1600-h/2110548191_9ecf0a6e25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SeO2KOuCbEI/AAAAAAAADB8/rJCCubUC0gw/s400/2110548191_9ecf0a6e25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324299471348198466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reza  a lenda que quando estava à beira da morte, Alexandre - O Grande convocou os seus generais e relatou seus três últimos desejos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que seu caixão fosse transportado pelas mãos dos médicos da época;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que fosse espalhado no caminho até seu túmulo os seus tesouros conquistados (prata, ouro, pedras preciosas...);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Que suas duas mãos fossem deixadas balançando no ar, fora do caixão, à vista de todos. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Um dos seus generais, admirado com esses desejos insólitos, perguntou a Alexandre quais as razões. Alexandre explicou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º Quero que os mais iminentes médicos carreguem meu caixão para mostrar que eles NÃO têm poder de cura perante a morte;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º Quero que o chão seja coberto pelos meus tesouros para que as pessoas possam ver que os bens materiais aqui conquistados, aqui permanecem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3º Quero que minhas mãos balancem ao vento para que as pessoas possam ver que de mãos vazias viemos e de mãos vazias partimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, não deixe de correr atrás de seus sonhos, mas não esqueça de viver intensamente e de usufruir de seus sentimentos e emoções, pois as coisas materias são importantes para nós, porém elas ficam. Já as emoções e sentimentos nascem e morrem com a gente. Pense nisso! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(texto recebido por e-mail, AD).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-6854616251342624731?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/6854616251342624731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-desejos.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6854616251342624731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6854616251342624731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/v1z-aVqEFP4/3-desejos.html" title="3 Desejos" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SeO2KOuCbEI/AAAAAAAADB8/rJCCubUC0gw/s72-c/2110548191_9ecf0a6e25.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-desejos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGQXs4cSp7ImA9WxVaEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-6991556763456004649</id><published>2009-04-08T01:47:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:47:00.539-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-08T01:47:00.539-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gandhi" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="passagem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="páscoa" /><title>Tempo de Páscoa</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SdvyrhhRovI/AAAAAAAADBs/bDAiA1YMuSk/s1600-h/507px-Easter_bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SdvyrhhRovI/AAAAAAAADBs/bDAiA1YMuSk/s400/507px-Easter_bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322114214214607602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente a você, deixaria  aceso o&lt;br /&gt;sentimento de amar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;A consciência de aprender tudo o que  foi ensinado pelo tempo afora.&lt;br /&gt;Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para  que não mais se repetissem.&lt;br /&gt;Daria a capacidade de escolher novos rumos, novos  caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaria, se pudesse, o respeito àquilo que é  indispensável:&lt;br /&gt;Além do pão, o trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Além do trabalho, a ação.&lt;br /&gt;Além  da ação o cultivo à amizade.&lt;br /&gt;E, quando tudo mais faltasse, um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;O  de buscar no interior de si mesmo a resposta&lt;br /&gt;e a força para encontrar a  saída."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Gandhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto muito do texto e acho que é perfeito para esse período, é  bom para refletir nesses dias em que se celebra a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Páscoa&lt;/span&gt;, a passagem, a mudança, o recomeço, a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;: Ainda estou  - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feliz e totalmente&lt;/span&gt; - tomada pelo meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lindinho&lt;/span&gt;... mas eu volto, tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos a todos e&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Feliz Páscoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-6991556763456004649?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/6991556763456004649/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo-de-pascoa.html#comment-form" title="12 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6991556763456004649?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/6991556763456004649?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/5Y75flI-udc/tempo-de-pascoa.html" title="Tempo de Páscoa" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SdvyrhhRovI/AAAAAAAADBs/bDAiA1YMuSk/s72-c/507px-Easter_bunny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/04/tempo-de-pascoa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQXczfip7ImA9WxVbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5676692313985184141</id><published>2009-03-30T01:15:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T01:15:00.986-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T01:15:00.986-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alegria" /><title>Tem chance ?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sc_o4g-YviI/AAAAAAAADBk/ibXRL5Fx11U/s1600-h/Temchance.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sc_o4g-YviI/AAAAAAAADBk/ibXRL5Fx11U/s400/Temchance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318725742569766434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vovó&lt;/span&gt;, estou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AQUI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;- tem chance de me dar atenção ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal, a minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vovó &lt;/span&gt;está muuuito ocupada comigo aqui no Brasil. Eu deixo ela voltar para vocês e para o Blue Moon em breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês estão entendendo a minha solicitação? E o significado dessa minha carinha de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"quero-a-minha-vovó"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aí acima está bem claro...  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tem chance?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu libero a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vovó&lt;/span&gt;... logo, logo!  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(e prometo fotos cada vez mais legais.)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardem... tá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(oops!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5676692313985184141?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5676692313985184141/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/tem-chance.html#comment-form" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5676692313985184141?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5676692313985184141?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/zoEPsZB6dZw/tem-chance.html" title="Tem chance ?" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sc_o4g-YviI/AAAAAAAADBk/ibXRL5Fx11U/s72-c/Temchance.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/tem-chance.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4DSHgzeip7ImA9WxVUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-7026430220751418631</id><published>2009-03-22T18:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:42:59.682-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T21:42:59.682-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vida" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outono" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cores" /><title>Cores de Outono</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ScavV8BjQqI/AAAAAAAADBM/AAGz-9J17OU/s1600-h/Outono+by+Tina+2007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ScavV8BjQqI/AAAAAAAADBM/AAGz-9J17OU/s400/Outono+by+Tina+2007a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316129201582195362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 233, 210);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Cores de Outono"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cores de Outono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                         O Verão foi-se despedindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           O calor passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           O tempo mudou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           Uma nova estação está abrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                         As árvores vão-se despindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           das suas folhas amarelecidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           folhas do verde desvanecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           que, suavemente, vão caindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           O chão vai-se cobrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           de pequenas folhas envelhecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           ora amarelas ora tingidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           de verde, castanho, vermelho se esvaindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           A vida destas folhas se esvaindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           cobre, protege as sementes encolhidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           no solo húmido, escondidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           O Ciclo da Vida continua infindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;by António              Fernando Vilar Barbosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ScatLcaHb6I/AAAAAAAADBE/89VdI6nUGYc/s1600-h/autumn-photography-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ScatLcaHb6I/AAAAAAAADBE/89VdI6nUGYc/s400/autumn-photography-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316126822273347490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu adoro as cores, a natureza, a vida em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;outono&lt;/span&gt;. Segundo Drummond - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;com quem eu concordo plenamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;outono &lt;/span&gt;é mais estação da alma do que da natureza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom sentir a chegada do clima e das cores que acalentam corpo e alma,  bom que é &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;outono &lt;/span&gt;e com ele não há mais euforia de corpos e bronzes, de carnaval e sol,  de calor e sal.   As cores agora são diferentes e nem por isso menos belas. São somente cores,  mas são lindas, brilhantes, vivas,  cores ,  são sempre cores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom relaxar e deixar a natureza, a vida levar, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;outono &lt;/span&gt;chegar... mansamente. Como as cores que chegam, brilham e esmaecem nas folhas, no tempo, na vida.  É assim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 233, 210);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 233, 210);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-7026430220751418631?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/7026430220751418631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/autumn-sign.html#comment-form" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7026430220751418631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/7026430220751418631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/i3kMBKpgO3E/autumn-sign.html" title="Cores de Outono" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/ScavV8BjQqI/AAAAAAAADBM/AAGz-9J17OU/s72-c/Outono+by+Tina+2007a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/autumn-sign.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUICQXozeSp7ImA9WxVUEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-4888972449882181476</id><published>2009-03-16T01:26:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:26:00.481-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-16T01:26:00.481-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rotina" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mudanças" /><title>Mudar</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sb2aUZzxvAI/AAAAAAAADA0/mldaUhQLdYM/s1600-h/waves-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sb2aUZzxvAI/AAAAAAAADA0/mldaUhQLdYM/s400/waves-wallpaper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313572810683169794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mudam de céu, não de alma, os que correm para além do mar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Horácio 65-8 a.C.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como as ondas, como o mar, tudo muda, tudo. A vida nos obriga vez por outra a fazer / aceitar mudanças que não gostaríamos de ter ou viver. Tudo bem, tudo bem... eu sei que será para o bem deles, que tudo vai dar certo, que serão felizes, e bla bla bla...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mas tinha que ser tão longe , de novo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu não gosto de fazer do Blue Moon um diário, não mesmo, mas tem épocas que não dá para evitar. Alguém pode me dizer que fim levou a minha "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotina&lt;/span&gt;" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês vão saber do que se trata em breve, com certeza. É coisa boa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;PS: Eu ainda não encontrei meu ritmo,  mas não desisti.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-4888972449882181476?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/4888972449882181476/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudar.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4888972449882181476?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/4888972449882181476?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/q9MD67ZRyZ4/mudar.html" title="Mudar" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Sb2aUZzxvAI/AAAAAAAADA0/mldaUhQLdYM/s72-c/waves-wallpaper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCQX04fyp7ImA9WxVVFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-945959038310811326</id><published>2009-03-09T01:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T01:36:00.337-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-09T01:36:00.337-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ritmo" /><title>Ritmo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SbQ3pRTZHXI/AAAAAAAADAM/NbSMqGPXlpU/s1600-h/Always.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SbQ3pRTZHXI/AAAAAAAADAM/NbSMqGPXlpU/s400/Always.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310931042735562098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Inverno ou Verão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;não importa a estação:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;mas somente a emoção,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;do viver, do sentir, do querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do ritmo a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;da  semana por começar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;por ser e entender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;da vida querida que juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;vamos lá viver... e levar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SbQ7R3_mgxI/AAAAAAAADAU/_rRx3AgLW38/s1600-h/hill_rhythm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SbQ7R3_mgxI/AAAAAAAADAU/_rRx3AgLW38/s400/hill_rhythm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310935038851187474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Ritmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;é o tempo que demora a repetir-se um qualquer fenômeno repetitivo, mas a palavra é normalmente usada para falar do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo &lt;/span&gt;quando associado à música, à dança, ou a parte da poesia, onde designa a variação (explícita ou implícita) da duração de sons com o tempo. Quando se rege por regras, chama-se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;métrica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;O estudo do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo&lt;/span&gt;, entoação e intensidade do discurso chama-se prosódia e é um tópico pertencente à linguística. Na música, todos os instrumentistas lidam com o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo&lt;/span&gt;, mas é freqüentemente encarado como o domínio principal dos bateristas e percussionistas. Segundo alguns autores, os conceitos de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo &lt;/span&gt;podem variar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo &lt;/span&gt;é uma lei universal a que tudo submete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dalcroze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;o caracteriza como princípio vital e movimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Platão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(meu predileto!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sistematiza o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ritmo&lt;/span&gt;, colocando-o como definição de movimento ordenado."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Voltei e para variar deixo um breve escrito meu,   afinal a vida não é feita somente de pensamentos /poesia / máximas gregas ou chinesas, certo? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Tem um pouco da gente, tem um pouco, tem um muito, sempre.  E o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ritmo &lt;/span&gt;?  Esse volta também, aos poucos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo uma linda semana a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-945959038310811326?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/945959038310811326/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ritmo.html#comment-form" title="21 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/945959038310811326?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/945959038310811326?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/ybNjmZf5dwU/ritmo.html" title="Ritmo" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SbQ3pRTZHXI/AAAAAAAADAM/NbSMqGPXlpU/s72-c/Always.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">21</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/ritmo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDQnY-fip7ImA9WxVWGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-1044303481763389663</id><published>2009-03-01T04:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:12:53.856-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-01T20:12:53.856-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voltar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="partir" /><title>Voltar...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Saq-lb0uOoI/AAAAAAAADAE/PXDpp60Y-dQ/s1600-h/Pato+Verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Saq-lb0uOoI/AAAAAAAADAE/PXDpp60Y-dQ/s400/Pato+Verde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308264661142878850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;..."Ai, vontade de ficar, mas tenho que ir embora..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(verso de música antiga, não lembro autoria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então tá: chegou a hora de partir e deixar vontade por aqui. Mas tem que ser assim, não dá para mudar  (ainda) em todos os sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou sumir um tempinho, voar alto, sonhar, sentir, lembrar, coração querendo ficar, razão dizendo tenho que ir. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Voltar &lt;/span&gt;tem sentido duplo não ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor então pensar assim:  - Agora estou indo, em breve &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;volto&lt;/span&gt;.  Ou seria o inverso?  (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Esse patinho mandarim estava lindo, parecia porcelana!   Foto tirada hoje, já com saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-1044303481763389663?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/1044303481763389663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/voltar.html#comment-form" title="24 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1044303481763389663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/1044303481763389663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/mVEUDelyo6I/voltar.html" title="Voltar..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/Saq-lb0uOoI/AAAAAAAADAE/PXDpp60Y-dQ/s72-c/Pato+Verde.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">24</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/03/voltar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRng_eip7ImA9WxVWE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2766807618308427851</id><published>2009-02-23T01:00:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T08:45:17.642-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-23T08:45:17.642-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa" /><title>Vivo a valer</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZ79-xko99I/AAAAAAAAC_8/wuVZWgN9xzI/s1600-h/Germany-Jan09092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZ79-xko99I/AAAAAAAAC_8/wuVZWgN9xzI/s400/Germany-Jan09092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956665989756882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Sou um evadido.&lt;br /&gt;Logo que nasci&lt;br /&gt;Fecharam-me em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, mas eu fugi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a gente se cansa&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo ser&lt;br /&gt;Por que não se cansar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma procura-me&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu ando a monte,&lt;br /&gt;Oxalá que ela&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me encontre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser um é cadeia,&lt;br /&gt;Ser eu é não ser.&lt;br /&gt;Viverei fugindo&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivo a valer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito, dispensa qualquer comentário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana  a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-2766807618308427851?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/2766807618308427851/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2766807618308427851?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2766807618308427851?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/JihC5QN07U4/ser.html" title="Vivo a valer" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZ79-xko99I/AAAAAAAAC_8/wuVZWgN9xzI/s72-c/Germany-Jan09092.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/ser.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQ349fip7ImA9WxVXF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-5064353896559345881</id><published>2009-02-15T01:08:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:26:42.066-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-15T17:26:42.066-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ópera" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pai" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="saudade" /><title>Ópera</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZX-_y_VnGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/j4_Knpxf22k/s1600-h/theater-big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZX-_y_VnGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/j4_Knpxf22k/s400/theater-big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302424508271271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A palavra &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ópera &lt;/span&gt;significa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"obra"&lt;/span&gt; em latim e italiano, relacionada com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;opus&lt;/span&gt;, sugerindo que esta combina as artes de canto coral e solo, recitativo e balé, em um espetáculo encenado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira obra considerada uma ópera, no sentido geralmente entendido, data aproximadamente do ano 1597. Chamada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dafne &lt;/span&gt;(está desaparecida mas existem relatos de que foi encenada), foi escrita por Jacopo Peri para um círculo elitista de humoristas florentinos letrados, cujo grupo era conhecido como a Camerata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dafne &lt;/span&gt;foi uma tentativa de reviver a tragédia grega clássica, como parte de uma ampla reaparição da antiguidade que caracterizou o Renascimento. Um trabalho posterior de Peri, Eurídice, que data do ano 1600, é a primeira ópera que sobreviveu até a atualidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O termo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ópera &lt;/span&gt;começou a ser utilizado a partir de meados do século XVII para definir as peças de teatro musical, às quais se referia, até então, com formulações universais como &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dramma per Música &lt;/span&gt;(Drama Musical) ou &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favola in Música &lt;/span&gt;(fábula musical). O diálogo falado ou declamado - chamado recitativo em ópera - acompanhado por uma orquestra, é a característica fundamental do melodrama, no seu sentido original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ópera &lt;/span&gt;foi “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inventada&lt;/span&gt;” na Itália, mas sua popularidade rapidamente se espalhou pela  Alemanha, França, Inglaterra, Rússia, Espanha,  Portugal e outros países. Em 1637, a cidade-estado de Veneza  construiu o primeiro teatro a ser utilizado exclusivamente para produções de ópera.     Em Veneza foram construídos outros 16 teatros de ópera logo em seguida, numa cidade que por si só já é uma ópera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ter tido como berço a Itália, os grandes compositores alemães e austríacos como Handel e Mozart escreveram óperas em italiano, porque a ópera  era considerada uma forma arte italiana mas esse conceito foi expandido e os compositores começaram a escrever  suas óperas em seus próprios idiomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os cantores de ópera e seus personagens são classificados de acordo com seus timbres vocais. Os cantores masculinos classificam-se em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;baixo, baixo-barítono&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; barítono, tenor e contratenor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cantoras femininas classificam-se em &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;contralto, mezzo-soprano e soprano.&lt;/span&gt; Cada uma destas classificações tem subdivisões, como por exemplo: um barítono pode ser um barítono lírico, um barítono de caráter ou um barítono bufo, os quais associam a voz do cantor com os personagens mais apropriados para a qualidade e o timbre de sua voz. " &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(texto traduzido e adaptado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ópera &lt;/span&gt;me faz lembrar uma longa viagem que fizemos de carro com meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eu era ainda adolescente&lt;/span&gt; - e fomos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obrigados &lt;/span&gt;a ouvir ópera durante 3 dias! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Já imaginaram? (rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ópera  &lt;/span&gt;era algo que meu  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai &lt;/span&gt;adorava e sabia tudo sobre elas: música, letra, enredo, autoria, tudo mesmo. E teve a alegria de assistir diversas  e belíssimas apresentações nos melhores Teatros / Operas por esse mundo afora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ópera &lt;/span&gt;me faz lembrar meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pai&lt;/span&gt;, que se por aqui ainda estivesse, completaria 80 anos hoje. Saudade sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-5064353896559345881?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/5064353896559345881/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/opera.html#comment-form" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5064353896559345881?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/5064353896559345881?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/IsuKS9h2sNY/opera.html" title="Ópera" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SZX-_y_VnGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/j4_Knpxf22k/s72-c/theater-big.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/opera.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04EQHczfip7ImA9WxVXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-2781843339597126097</id><published>2009-02-09T01:13:00.013-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:51:41.986-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-14T20:51:41.986-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greg" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="data especial" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="inverno" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estações" /><title>Branco...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8xtJJkakI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/OL3tHisg-T4/s1600-h/Snow+by+Dani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8xtJJkakI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/OL3tHisg-T4/s400/Snow+by+Dani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509938058291778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A cor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;branca&lt;/span&gt;, ou simplesmente o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;branco&lt;/span&gt;, é a junção de todas as cores do espectro de cores. É definida como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a cor da luz",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; em cores-luz, ou como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"a ausência de cor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; em cores pigmento. É a cor que reflete todos os raios luminosos, não absorvendo nenhum e por isso aparecendo como clareza máxima. O prefixo grego para branco é Leuko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;branco &lt;/span&gt;associa-se à idéia de paz, de     calma, de pureza. Também está associado ao frio e à limpeza.     Significa  inocência e pureza."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se não fosse por esse "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pontinho&lt;/span&gt;" marrom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8yAiT8MwI/AAAAAAAAC-g/58Yus5AeCA8/s1600-h/Gorro+Azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8yAiT8MwI/AAAAAAAAC-g/58Yus5AeCA8/s400/Gorro+Azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510271230194434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se não fosse por essa "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carinha" &lt;/span&gt;LINDA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8ykUrKo5I/AAAAAAAAC-o/gy6EBZ-HxYs/s1600-h/Brown+Snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8ykUrKo5I/AAAAAAAAC-o/gy6EBZ-HxYs/s400/Brown+Snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510886044803986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;este seria um post &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(quase)&lt;/span&gt; totalmente &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;branco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito bom sentir a alegria e a pureza que emanam desse sorriso inocente. Muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8ykQjbCJI/AAAAAAAAC-w/pTs_CRJkJmA/s1600-h/HeartbyT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8ykQjbCJI/AAAAAAAAC-w/pTs_CRJkJmA/s400/HeartbyT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300510884938582162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ET:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feliz aniversário de casamento querido! A vida com você vale mais, muito mais. Te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aguenta mais um pouquinho que eu já estou voltando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-2781843339597126097?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/2781843339597126097/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/branco.html#comment-form" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2781843339597126097?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/2781843339597126097?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/Qhgiz19jdpU/branco.html" title="Branco..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SY8xtJJkakI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/OL3tHisg-T4/s72-c/Snow+by+Dani.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/branco.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcESXc_eCp7ImA9WxVXFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-3701029794896879446</id><published>2009-02-02T01:01:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:06:48.940-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-14T13:06:48.940-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reflexão" /><title>Assim é.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SYY1iWi-i-I/AAAAAAAAC-M/c8QjlNPwln8/s1600-h/DSC01939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desconheço autoria, mas achei bonito, sentido. Deveria ser sempre assim, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando de amor para marcar a estréia do layout novo. Presente cheio de carinho, atenção e doçura - de gente que sabe o que faz. Eu gosto disso, gosto mesmo. Obrigada minha linda! E a LUA AZUL continua a brilhar, basta olhar a foto acima: lua pequena, mas presente num céu de infinito. Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E neste clima doce &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ( e frio por aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; desejo a todos uma linda semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-3701029794896879446?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/3701029794896879446/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/assim-e.html#comment-form" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3701029794896879446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/3701029794896879446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/jj62hgR8T-8/assim-e.html" title="Assim é." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SYY1iWi-i-I/AAAAAAAAC-M/c8QjlNPwln8/s72-c/DSC01939.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/02/assim-e.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcDRX84fip7ImA9WxVXFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-599157368136335379</id><published>2009-01-26T01:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T13:07:54.136-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-14T13:07:54.136-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ano novo chinês" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="calendário" /><title>Ano do Boi</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXuv_WeOvGI/AAAAAAAAC8c/TLU51HFiNLw/s1600-h/boi_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXuv_WeOvGI/AAAAAAAAC8c/TLU51HFiNLw/s320/boi_1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295019289803144290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Por que será que eu me interesso pelo assunto???&lt;br /&gt;Calendário baseado nas fases da Lua... (rs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Ano Novo chinês é um feriado que comemora o início de um novo ano segundo o calendário lunar. É considerado um dos mais importantes feriados para famílias chinesas.   O feriado é comemorado com grandes reuniões familiares que confraternizam comendo alimentos simbólicos e exibindo decorações festivas - todas centradas em trazer boa sorte para o novo ano e comemorar a chegada da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando começa o Ano Novo Chinês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O início do Ano Novo chinês muda a cada ano, uma vez que é ditado pelo calendário lunar. O calendário gregoriano ou solar - que é baseado no movimento da Terra em torno do sol e tem um número fixo de 365 dias por ano - é o mais utilizado e tem sido o calendário oficial na China desde 1912.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que o calendário lunar é baseado sobre as fases da lua - que tem um ciclo mais curto do que o sol -  o Ano Novo chinês nunca será no mesmo dia em cada ano, mas normalmente cai em algum dia entre 21 janeiro e 20 de fevereiro. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em 2009 o dia é 26 janeiro! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXyi3L7LcvI/AAAAAAAAC8k/dyGr-pHXz_o/s1600-h/new-year-fireworks-hk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXyi3L7LcvI/AAAAAAAAC8k/dyGr-pHXz_o/s320/new-year-fireworks-hk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295286330858369778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De acordo com Daria Ng, Curador Adjunto da Educação, no Museu de chinês nas Américas, em Nova Iorque, as celebrações podem durar até um mês, especialmente na China.&lt;br /&gt;Originalmente, a festa durava bem mais tempo, porque a China era um país de agricultura de base e por esse motivo  os agricultores tinham todo o mês para descansar  pois ainda era inverno e não havia como colher ou plantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2009 -  Ano do Boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano de 2009 será regido pelo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boi &lt;/span&gt;do elemento Terra na astrologia chinesa e seu término será no dia 13 de Fevereiro de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este será um ano de crescimento lento em busca da estabilidade. Será necessário muito trabalho, perseverança e responsabilidade e o sucesso será mais facilmente alcançado através de métodos convencionais e tradicionais. Tempo para deixar a preguiça de lado, ser determinado, prático e sair em busca dos seus objetivos. Não perca tempo com devaneios, amenidades ou subterfúgios; seja mais direto e mantenha o seu foco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo deverá ser feito de maneira ordenada e precisa. Aborrecimentos poderão ser evitados com uma atenção especial aos documentos escritos e oficiais. Neste ano poderemos obter o reconhecimento e a clara manifestação de nossas qualidades, sejam elas positivas ou negativas. Momento favorável ao desenvolvimento dos dons artísticos. A cooperação, o senso de justiça e a responsabilidade serão valorizados. Devemos evitar a teimosia, a superficialidade e a tendência a aumentar os dramas pessoais. Os conflitos poderão ser evitados com a disposição para o diálogo, a flexibilidade e o bom senso. Será um bom momento para resolver as questões domésticas e afetivas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ano do Boi de Terra favorece a agricultura, o meio-ambiente, os imóveis em geral e tudo que estiver relacionado com a ordem, justiça, autoridade, educação, bens de consumo duráveis e aplicações financeiras seguras e tradicionais. &lt;a href="http://chinesenewyear.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(texto traduzido/adaptado)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Personalidades          do signo de Boi&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;São          do signo de Boi as pessoas nascidas nos anos de 1901, 1913, 1925, 1937,          1949, 1961, 1973, 1985, 1997 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                             &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;1925&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Peter Sellers&lt;/b&gt; - ator&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Margaret Thatcher&lt;/b&gt; - política&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Paul              Newman&lt;/b&gt; - ator&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Iwao Takamoto&lt;/b&gt; - cartoonista e diretor de televisão&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;1937&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Saddam Husseim&lt;/b&gt; - político&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Jack Nicholson&lt;/b&gt; - ator&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Paulo José&lt;/b&gt; - ator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;1949&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Ana Maria Braga&lt;/b&gt; - apresentadora&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Tizuka Yamasaki&lt;/b&gt; - cineasta&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Meryl Streep&lt;/b&gt; - atriz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td width="50%"&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Barack Obama&lt;/b&gt; - político&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Lady Diana&lt;/b&gt; - princesa de Gales&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Jorge Kajuru&lt;/b&gt; - jornalista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;1973&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Rogério Ceni&lt;/b&gt; - jogador de futebol&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Shiori Matsumoto&lt;/b&gt; - pintora&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Angélica&lt;/b&gt; - apresentadora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,san-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;b&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;/b&gt; - jogador de futebol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá, é tempo de realizar, plantar e colher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oops !&lt;/span&gt;  - melhor dizendo: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt;: Parabéns a querida &lt;a href="http://brincandocomclarinha2@blogspot.com"&gt;Márcia (Clarinha)&lt;/a&gt; e ao seu filho Stevens pelo grande feito. Estamos todos orgulhosos junto com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-599157368136335379?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/599157368136335379/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-do-boi.html#comment-form" title="26 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/599157368136335379?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/599157368136335379?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/84GFn0Z9v7s/ano-do-boi.html" title="Ano do Boi" /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXuv_WeOvGI/AAAAAAAAC8c/TLU51HFiNLw/s72-c/boi_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">26</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/01/ano-do-boi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAHR3k7eCp7ImA9WxVRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32720546.post-8422847836158033883</id><published>2009-01-19T02:07:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:45:36.700-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T16:45:36.700-02:00</app:edited><title>Divagando...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7W_bEhI/AAAAAAAAC8I/TK3qRu474H4/s1600-h/Sunset+by+Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7W_bEhI/AAAAAAAAC8I/TK3qRu474H4/s400/Sunset+by+Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293075284664979986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Faça o que for necessário para ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se esqueça que a felicidade é um sentimento simples,&lt;br /&gt;você pode encontrá-la e deixá-la ir embora&lt;br /&gt;por não perceber sua simplicidade.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7L4GguI/AAAAAAAAC74/gO-vMAbLpQU/s1600-h/Ducks+on+ice+by+Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7L4GguI/AAAAAAAAC74/gO-vMAbLpQU/s400/Ducks+on+ice+by+Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293075281681482466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os patos estão literalmente"andando"na água! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leia-se gelo... (rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7IwZGEI/AAAAAAAAC8A/u_G-vm4eKR8/s1600-h/Sad+tree+by+Tina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7IwZGEI/AAAAAAAAC8A/u_G-vm4eKR8/s400/Sad+tree+by+Tina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293075280843839554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mesmo com as árvores praticamente sem folhas e o frio que cisma em ficar, o céu continua azul, o sol tímido e fraco teima em brilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nessas pequenas grandes coisas que está a beleza e a simplicidade descrita acima por Quintana. Eu tenho certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos e boa semana a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32720546-8422847836158033883?l=bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/feeds/8422847836158033883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/01/divagando.html#comment-form" title="32 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8422847836158033883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32720546/posts/default/8422847836158033883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/VoKq/~3/1Ta9MRoKVyU/divagando.html" title="Divagando..." /><author><name>Tina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17777233696770206678</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01662388771385450085" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8W60QJnKSLs/SXTH7W_bEhI/AAAAAAAAC8I/TK3qRu474H4/s72-c/Sunset+by+Tina.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">32</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://bluemoon-tina.blogspot.com/2009/01/divagando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
