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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SnmCAt9A_4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/F9Z4wnlcIIM/s1600-h/quebrando-a-banca-poster02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366463379835780994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SnmCAt9A_4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/F9Z4wnlcIIM/s200/quebrando-a-banca-poster02.jpg" style="float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 143px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais vários e vários&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o resultado é sempre nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou cansada dessa matemática&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De somar erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subtrair minha alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me dividir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e multiplicar minha mágoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Definitivamente detesto essa matéria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pôster do filme "21" (Quebrando a banca) - Eu odeio matemática mas esse filme é bem legal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-2785522653615418383?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/QeCUrj2pOAg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/2785522653615418383/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=2785522653615418383&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/2785522653615418383?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/2785522653615418383?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/QeCUrj2pOAg/odeio-matematica.html" title="Odeio Matemática" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SnmCAt9A_4I/AAAAAAAAA1E/F9Z4wnlcIIM/s72-c/quebrando-a-banca-poster02.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2009/08/odeio-matematica.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQXoyfSp7ImA9WhRUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-7284369766376384378</id><published>2012-01-21T13:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T13:00:00.495-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-21T13:00:00.495-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Jardim de Expectativas</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SPQUHgGrpGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/O194v5FH6mY/s1600-h/303617_DV_L_F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256848784157811810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SPQUHgGrpGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/O194v5FH6mY/s200/303617_DV_L_F.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cultivo um jardim de expectativas. Aprendi a lidar com elas aos poucos e agora já sei quando precisam ser regadas e quando é necessário podá-las. Sei também como cuidar das pragas que vira e mexe as atacam. Tenho remédios certeiros: uma boa dose de análise e bom senso. Nem a pior delas - a ilusão -consegue resistir. Mas mesmo com tanto cuidado, algumas expectativas simplesmente não vingam. Daí eu corto, preparo a terra e quando o tempo está propício planto outra em seu lugar. As que sobrevivem, vão crescendo, desabrochando e virando realidade. E como é linda a realidade! Meu jardim está repleto delas e espero que em breve floresçam mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "The Secret Garden" (O Jardim Secreto). Filme singelo e sublime, agrada a adultos e crianças. Vale a pena conferir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;publicado em 2008 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-7284369766376384378?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/qqskFtTSbSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/7284369766376384378/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=7284369766376384378&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/7284369766376384378?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/7284369766376384378?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/qqskFtTSbSo/jardim-de-expectativas.html" title="Jardim de Expectativas" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SPQUHgGrpGI/AAAAAAAAAlI/O194v5FH6mY/s72-c/303617_DV_L_F.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2008/10/jardim-de-expectativas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICQnc9fSp7ImA9WhRVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-4738033181465027328</id><published>2012-01-19T01:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:26:03.965-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-19T01:26:03.965-02:00</app:edited><title>?</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SWq3WqfO_VI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8eLHApzI9g0/s1600-h/serendipitytq8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290242312290368850" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SWq3WqfO_VI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8eLHApzI9g0/s200/serendipitytq8.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 134px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sem dúvida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem dúvida, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Poster do Filme Serendipity (Escrito nas Estrelas)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-4738033181465027328?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/i7Op9lxNFig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/4738033181465027328/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=4738033181465027328&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4738033181465027328?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4738033181465027328?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/i7Op9lxNFig/blog-post.html" title="?" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SWq3WqfO_VI/AAAAAAAAAt8/8eLHApzI9g0/s72-c/serendipitytq8.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2012/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMERng9eSp7ImA9WhRVF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-1817805550460639617</id><published>2012-01-17T02:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T02:10:07.661-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-17T02:10:07.661-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas do coração" /><title>Intimidade</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XeJZb6Ejk/TpeLes4Pq4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/iYh0j2AWWaw/s1600/closer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XeJZb6Ejk/TpeLes4Pq4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/iYh0j2AWWaw/s200/closer.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
A intimidade dá às palavras tamanha liberdade que, quando antes escondidas, tornam-se expostas e, quando eram faladas, vão deixando de aparecer porque não se fazem mais necessárias.&amp;nbsp; Então - em tese - os medos e anseios que no passado não poderiam ser revelados passam a ser ditos e os gostos e desejos não precisam mais ser manifestados porque já são conhecidos. Juntamente com tantas revelações, surge o desafio de conviver com as diferenças de objetivos e pontos de vista.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Há quem diga que a intimidade acaba com relacionamentos, mas acredito que, ao contrário, ela permite que eles se desenvolvam de maneira sadia - ou cheguem a um fim sem muitos traumas. É essencial conhecer o outro em sua verdadeira roupagem para que haja aceitação, concessão e ajustes de ponteiros necessários a qualquer relacionamento - ou mesmo a certeza absoluta de que é impressindível um ponto final. Porém com tantas implicações, tornar-se íntimo de alguém chega a ser assustador e é evitado a todo custo. Então, sentimentos são escondidos e mentiras são partilhadas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No entanto, o que poucos sabem é que a intimidade é uma aliada. Quando ela acontece (e é bem aproveitada), as emoções fluem naturalmente sem deixar rastros de confusão e insegurança típicos de terrenos desconhecidos. E é aí que a mágica de ser um casal acontece...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Closer".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-1817805550460639617?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/Y6UclchHYx0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/1817805550460639617/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=1817805550460639617&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/1817805550460639617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/1817805550460639617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/Y6UclchHYx0/intimidade.html" title="Intimidade" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XeJZb6Ejk/TpeLes4Pq4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/iYh0j2AWWaw/s72-c/closer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2012/01/intimidade.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FQX0_eCp7ImA9WhRVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-4225254449713840320</id><published>2012-01-11T18:46:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T18:46:50.340-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-11T18:46:50.340-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em verso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dança" /><title>Danço com a Alma</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_zf0zvDDyY/Tw30LRIJqtI/AAAAAAAABOU/O2Ad2Np-ZoQ/s1600/220px-Shall_we_dance_posterA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_zf0zvDDyY/Tw30LRIJqtI/AAAAAAAABOU/O2Ad2Np-ZoQ/s200/220px-Shall_we_dance_posterA.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
As notas espalham-se timidamente&lt;br /&gt;E em instantes tomam o ambiente,&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços, minhas pernas e eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então nada mais importa,&lt;br /&gt;Sigo o som, sinto a calma...&lt;br /&gt;Danço com minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Passo a passo em busca de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa,&lt;br /&gt;Finalizo o passo,&lt;br /&gt;As notas dispersam&lt;br /&gt;Até a pose final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música se vai levando meu peso&lt;br /&gt;E leve esqueço&lt;br /&gt;O que um dia me afligiu&lt;/div&gt;
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(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Shall we dance".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Não é um dos meus textos preferidos, mas resolvi repostar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-4225254449713840320?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/979ShQLR4fk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/4225254449713840320/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=4225254449713840320&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4225254449713840320?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4225254449713840320?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/979ShQLR4fk/dano-com-alma.html" title="Danço com a Alma" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_zf0zvDDyY/Tw30LRIJqtI/AAAAAAAABOU/O2Ad2Np-ZoQ/s72-c/220px-Shall_we_dance_posterA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2008/03/dano-com-alma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCRn06cCp7ImA9WhRVEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-6623419230134501571</id><published>2012-01-09T09:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T09:04:27.318-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-09T09:04:27.318-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Por uma vida sem excesso de bagagem</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/S1m5pQyyOiI/AAAAAAAAA54/l5WdHGRZca8/s1600-h/Jack+And+Jill+Vs+The+World.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429574944305592866" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/S1m5pQyyOiI/AAAAAAAAA54/l5WdHGRZca8/s200/Jack+And+Jill+Vs+The+World.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 135px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A primeira frase do texto é de autoria de um grande amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;o 
Ismael, e surgiu em uma de nossas inúmeras conversas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não resisti e 
transformei-a num texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Obrigada pela inspiração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por uma vida sem excesso de bagagem, repense seus atos, hábitos e conceitos. A viagem é única e não vale a pena carregar pesos desnecessários. Esqueça metade dos seus problemas. Grande parte deles existe, mas o resto com certeza deve ser criação de sua imaginação. Reserve um tempo só para você. É indispensável se conhecer e reconhecer para seguir adiante. Deixe as mágoas de lado. Elas geralmente são os itens mais pesados e acabam ocupando muito espaço, então simplesmente livre-se delas. Ame. Não tenha medo. Talvez você não acredite, mas amar traz mais vantagens do que malefícios. Traga sempre consigo a confiança e a esperança, no entanto use-as com parcimônia. Na medida certa elas lhe ajudarão a levantar das piores quedas. Saiba que você vai cair. Isso é inevitável e necessário. Aprenda a manter-se de pé. Não deixe que qualquer obstáculo te derrube. Permita-se. Não aceite que os outros digam o que você deve ou não fazer. Opiniões são bem vindas, podem ser escutadas e analisadas, mas lembre-se: nenhuma imposição, regra, livro de autoajuda ou textos como esse que acabou de ler ou o “Filtro Solar” têm a direção a ser seguida. Você é seu guia e merece aproveitar cada pedaço dessa jornada à sua maneira e sem nenhuma moderação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pôster do filme &lt;a href="http://cinema.cineclick.uol.com.br/filmes/ficha/nomefilme/regras-do-amor/id/15622" target="_blank"&gt;Regras do Amor&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-6623419230134501571?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/7WXk_4T4x5U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/6623419230134501571/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=6623419230134501571&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6623419230134501571?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6623419230134501571?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/7WXk_4T4x5U/por-uma-vida-sem-excesso-de-bagagem.html" title="Por uma vida sem excesso de bagagem" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/S1m5pQyyOiI/AAAAAAAAA54/l5WdHGRZca8/s72-c/Jack+And+Jill+Vs+The+World.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2010/01/por-uma-vida-sem-excesso-de-bagagem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFSXg6fCp7ImA9WhRWFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-6717830926818921928</id><published>2012-01-04T13:29:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T13:36:58.614-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-04T13:36:58.614-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em verso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><title>Desafio</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hREwr174Mc8/TwRvtEgoPRI/AAAAAAAABNw/2Ibii4h0buk/s1600/144564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hREwr174Mc8/TwRvtEgoPRI/AAAAAAAABNw/2Ibii4h0buk/s200/144564.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ai Desafio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Não fosses tão grande&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
Enfrentaria-te sem medo&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas me passas no tamanho...&lt;/div&gt;
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Que jeito?&lt;/div&gt;
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Enfrento-te assim mesmo,&lt;/div&gt;
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Buscando no temor&lt;/div&gt;
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Força e Alento.&lt;/div&gt;
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E que vença o melhor.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Resolvi começar 2012 encarando de frente todos os desafios.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;* Poster do filme "Um Sonho Possível". Encontrei a sinopse ao procurar um filme que tivesse a mesma temática do texto e lembrei que não pude vê-lo no cinema. Vou aproveitar as férias que estão por vir para assisti-lo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-6717830926818921928?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/1AWdFKUIlkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/6717830926818921928/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=6717830926818921928&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6717830926818921928?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6717830926818921928?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/1AWdFKUIlkY/desafio.html" title="Desafio" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hREwr174Mc8/TwRvtEgoPRI/AAAAAAAABNw/2Ibii4h0buk/s72-c/144564.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2012/01/desafio.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcMSXo_eyp7ImA9WhRWEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-8480716822340310646</id><published>2011-12-29T09:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T09:28:08.443-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T09:28:08.443-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="retrospectiva" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Retrospectiva 2011</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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É lugar-comum fazer retrospectiva de tudo quando o ano vai chegando ao fim. A própria vida é revisada nesse momento. São relembradas conquistas, promessas não cumpridas, obstáculos, derrotas... Tudo para tentar fazer um novo ano novo. Acho válida essa revisão em qualquer época - não só no fim de ano - afinal objetivos precisam ser traçados, buscados e acompanhados até que sejam atingidos. Isto posto, reli os textos e pensamentos que passaram por aqui para revisar minha trajetória. &lt;/div&gt;
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Comecei o ano um pouco assustada com a constatação da &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/01/romantismo-saiu-de-moda.html" target="_blank"&gt;extinção do romantismo&lt;/a&gt;. Realmente não é mais uma prática tão comum, precisa ser preservada e eu, como romântica assumida, tenho feito minha parte. Constatei também, esse ano, que &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011_02_01_archive.html" target="_blank"&gt;expor os pensamentos&lt;/a&gt; é necessário, mesmo que seja um não. Na vida pessoal e profissional é preciso saber mostrar suas ideias, anseios e preocupações e por vezes ter &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/03/em-busca-de-ousadia.html" target="_blank"&gt;ousadia&lt;/a&gt;. Descobri ainda o universo dos &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/search/label/n%C3%BAmeros" target="_blank"&gt;números&lt;/a&gt; - não é fácil lidar com eles, mas estou aprendendo aos pouquinhos. No quesito sentimentos, conheci vários &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/10/de-pertinho.html" target="_blank"&gt;de pertinho&lt;/a&gt; - alguns &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/10/as-novas-aventuras-do-meu-coracao.html" target="_blank"&gt;novos e bons&lt;/a&gt;, outros nem tanto. Escrevi pela primeira vez sobre o dia dos &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/06/namorar-e.html" target="_blank"&gt;namorados&lt;/a&gt; com conhecimento de causa e espero comemorar todos acompanhada daqui para frente - foi bastante inspirador para meus textos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Enfim, como qualquer ano, 2011 foi repleto de &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/12/escolhas.html" target="_blank"&gt;escolhas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/09/desejos.html" target="_blank"&gt;desejos&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/05/o-duvida-cruel.html" target="_blank"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/a&gt;, desafios e conquistas. Na minha &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/12/to-do-list.html" target="_blank"&gt;to do list&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;para 2012, entre outros itens, &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2008/06/quero-paz-pro-meu-corao.html" target="_blank"&gt;quero paz pro meu coração&lt;/a&gt; e menos &lt;a href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/05/preocupacao.html" target="_blank"&gt;preocupação&lt;/a&gt;. Desejo o mesmo para vocês, leitores e amigos que me companham por aqui. Feliz Ano Novo!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Noite de Ano Novo". Está em cartaz, ainda não vi, mas tinha tudo a ver com o texto.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;O tema foi sugerido por um amigo &lt;a href="http://aareis.com.br/" target="_blank"&gt;Adamo&lt;/a&gt; que respondeu a um pedido de inspiração que fiz em um momento que não sabia sobre o que escrever. Recebi outras sugestões também e estou produzindo aos pouquinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://petalas-de-pensamentos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Pétala&lt;/a&gt;, obrigada pelos comentários. Adoro quando você aparece por aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-8480716822340310646?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/Ghha6CaNsgQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/8480716822340310646/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=8480716822340310646&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/8480716822340310646?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/8480716822340310646?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/Ghha6CaNsgQ/retrospectiva-2011.html" title="Retrospectiva 2011" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_VSIIGdRzgA/TvxNYh1jAxI/AAAAAAAABNk/MeB47492bIA/s72-c/new-years-eve-banner.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/12/retrospectiva-2011.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASX0_cCp7ImA9WhRXGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-5655692856801588205</id><published>2011-12-26T21:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T08:37:28.348-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-27T08:37:28.348-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em verso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas do coração" /><title>A gente combina em tudo</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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A gente combina em tudo&lt;/div&gt;
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em tudo a gente se encaixa&lt;/div&gt;
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gostamos das mesmas coisas&lt;/div&gt;
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das mesmas cores&lt;/div&gt;
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das mesmas danças&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando estamos juntos&lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo parece fazer sentido&lt;/div&gt;
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E nem sei ao certo o porquê&lt;/div&gt;
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Só que é tão fácil te querer&lt;/div&gt;
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Mas você só me diz não&lt;/div&gt;
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E não sei o que fazer&lt;/div&gt;
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Pra te tirar do coração&lt;/div&gt;
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É minha sina te querer&lt;/div&gt;
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E é sua sina dizer não&lt;/div&gt;
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(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme 500 dias com ela (primeiro filme bacana de amor não correspondido que lembrei)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Texto de 2007, na época em que eu não precisava ter tanta cautela para falar de sentimentos. As palavras até tropeçavam de tanta ansiedade em expressar os sentidos. Porém o tempo parece que anestesia a gente e paramos de mostrar o que está latente no coração. Vale a retrospectiva enquanto termino os textos que estão em produção. Não mudei uma vírgula do original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Desde
outubro o Natal está presente na prateleira da maioria das lojas. Novembro nem
bem chegou e as decorações dos shoppings e centros de compras começaram a ser
montadas. Ao que parece 25 de dezembro, tem sido esperado com uma antecedência
cada vez maior. No entanto, gostaria de reavivar a essência da data que parece
estar perdida na confusão das compras de fim de ano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Acredito que, independente
da religião, o período natalino é o momento de reunir as pessoas queridas para
celebrar o amor, a solidariedade e a fraternidade. Esses sentimentos,
essenciais para a convivência humana, vão apagando dia a dia com as
dificuldades e desilusões que enfrentamos. A data surge então como uma
oportunidade de fazer essa chama reacender e trazer esperança e força para seguirmos
em frente. O momento é também de agradecimento por todas as conquistas que
galgamos - e às vezes ficam apagadas -, pelas pessoas que aparecem e permanecem em nossas vidas - e às vezes não são lembradas - e por todos os desafios que nos transformam em pessoas mais fortes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;No
fim das contas o Natal precisa acontecer sempre – não só em dezembro - e quando
ele acontece tudo fica mais mágico, encantado e começa a fazer sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Grazielle
Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Anjo de Vidro". É um dos filmes natalinos que mais gosto. Recomendo a todos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Organizar o tempo não é tarefa fácil. Com tantos afazeres, contar só com a memória não é muito confiável. No entanto, apesar dos aplicativos e agendas online sincronizadas com celulares, tablets e tantos outros dispositivos móveis que nos acompanham, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;parece-me mais memorável anotar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;as tarefas da semana no papel. Não abro mão da &lt;i&gt;"to do list"&lt;/i&gt; artesanal. Desplugar-se de tudo e conectar-se em sua própria vida, em suas metas da semana, em suas necessidades e escrever uma lista a próprio punho é um exercício que recomendo a todos. Gosto das reflexões e insights que costumam surgir nesses momentos. E não ter tempo para eles é um desculpa das mais esfarrapadas, porque o tempo dedicado a si mesmo é o mais precioso e que deve ser preservado com mais afinco. Para as tecnologias, deixo os compromissos agendados com muita antecedência, as contas a pagar e o lembrete de algumas datas importantes. Não que eu seja aversa aos novos recursos que a rede online proporciona. É que prefiro desconectar-me para reconectar com maior consciência de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Antes de Partir". Belíssimo filme que mostra a importância de valorizar cada momento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-4571225013840008623?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/Zz9tzfOHfF4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/4571225013840008623/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=4571225013840008623&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4571225013840008623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/4571225013840008623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/Zz9tzfOHfF4/to-do-list.html" title="To do list" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oSb-mv_PMkM/Tu6lCWFVRvI/AAAAAAAABNM/YcAXe90YDuQ/s72-c/antes-de-partir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/12/to-do-list.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYCRHc_cCp7ImA9WhRXEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-3424702695679397737</id><published>2011-12-16T10:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:02:45.948-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T10:02:45.948-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Morando Sozinha</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Já saí de casa há cerca de 2 anos, mas nunca escrevi sobre isso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Talvez
 porque morar sozinha tenha sido um marco forte na minha vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Somente agora me sinto mais à vontade para falar dessa experiência,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;porque já estou começando realmente a andar com as próprias pernas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;e a 
lidar com caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; que escolhi para mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Morar sozinha não é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;eterna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;festa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;como todo jovem imagina. Deixar o conforto do lar, o calor da família, os momentos especiais com pessoas queridas, a segurança é muito assustador. No entanto, a ânsia de liberdade não permite ver o que ficará para trás, até que o mundo seja encarado com as próprias pernas. Acho extremamente engrandecedora, a experiência. Porém ela precisa ser feita com bastante poderação. É preciso ter ciência de que haverão momentos difíceis em que o universo parecerá conspirar contra você. Será necessário estar preparado para travar várias batalha sem a presença daqueles que você ama. A solução mais fácil - e que veio à minha cabeça várias vezes durante esses anos - é voltar "de mala e tudo" para o colo dos pais. Mas sair de casa com um objetivo bem traçado - como crescer profissionalmente, por exemplo - faz toda a diferença na hora de decidir permanecer firme. Aos pouquinhos, novas amizades, novos amores, novas hitórias e novas experiências vão sendo construídos e solidificam o caminho trilhado. Aí sim morar sozinho começará se tornar interessante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Armações do Amor", sobre um cara que não quer sair de casa...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Enquanto eu não morava sozinha, sonhava em como seria a experiência lendo o blog do Vini &lt;a href="http://www.morandosozinho.net/"&gt;www.morandosozinho.net&lt;/a&gt;. O blog tem várias dicas para quem tenta sobreviver fora da casa dos pais. Vale a pena conferir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Fiz esse texto em 2008, quando um primo de 3 
anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;passou as férias lá em casa e eu - louca por criança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;como sou - fui
 escolhida &lt;i&gt;baby sitter da rodada&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sempre que releio o texto dá uma vontade gigante de ser mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas outros objetivos precisam ser alcançados antes da maternidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um raiozinho de luz. Tão pequenininho e mais parecia um sol inteiro perto da gente. Depois que ele chegou, a casa virou galáxia, maior que a Via Láctea, repleta de movimento. E ele corria mais que meteoro, girava como os planetas, entrava em órbita, saia de órbita, saltava de estrela em estrela, pendurava na lua e viajava até em calda de cometa. Acompanhá-lo não foi tarefa fácil, mas foi tão prazeroso que não consegui reclamar. O corpo, todo cansado, nem se queixou. Porque a alma ficou bem mais leve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só que ele veio como um flash e como um flash foi embora. As férias logo acabaram. Agora a casa é só uma casa, comum como todas as outras... Mas com cheirinho de saudade em cada canto por onde ele passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme Shrek, em homenagem ao meu primo que me fez assistir a esse filme - na época - por volta de 1 milhão de vezes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Apesar
de ser a frase mais clichê de todos os tempos, devo concordar que a vida é
feita de escolhas. Não importa se o assunto está no âmbito profissional ou de
relacionamentos amorosos, em algum momento uma escolha será necessária. Assumir
a responsabilidade pela opção feita, porém, é a parte mais difícil de todo o
processo. Às vezes um desejo precisa ser abandonado para se alcançar um sonho
maior. Porque escolha e sacrifício são quase irmãos gêmeos siameses. No
entanto, somos muito apegados aos nossos desejos para abandoná-los por aí. Daí
surgem tempestades de interrogações em nossas cabeças (Será que é isso mesmo
que eu quero? E se não der certo? E se eu errar?&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt; Então a escolha vai ficando
cada vez mais difícil... Não sou muito do partido "Deixa a vida me
levar", gosto de tudo relativamente calculado, mas uma vez que a decisão é
tomada é preciso degustar as consequências. Se o gosto não for tão bom quanto
esperado, cabe a cada um temperar a escolha a sua maneira. Porém, se tudo der errado,
chorar pelos cantos é apenas um das opções possíveis. Eu, particularmente, escolho - e recomendo - começar
tudo novo outra vez quantas vezes forem necessárias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme Efeito Borboleta. Gosto desse primeiro filme da série e acho que ele tem tudo a ver com escolhas, não acham?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quero paz pro meu coração. Fechar os olhos, abrir os braços, respirar fundo. E não me preocupar com os caminhos mal traçados, os erros cometidos, os tombos ou o futuro por vir. Pensar em nada! Nada de relógios, calendários, deadlines, reuniões, protocolos, cobranças. Nada de responsabilidades, ligações de madrugada, satisfações, deveres de casa, dormir cedo. Nada de nada. Sentir-me leve como criança em tempo de férias. Livrar-me das amarras. E então voar! Sozinha. Bem alto.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;E depois pisar no chão. Aterrissagem perfeita. Voltar a mim renovada e começar tudo novo. De novo. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Texto mais lido e comentado até hoje. Merece retrospectiva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme Muito Bem Acompanhada. Bem mamão com açúcar, mas é um filme leve e que traz uma certa paz quando termina.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Queria saber lidar tão bem com números quanto lido com textos: assim seria mais fácil organizar minhas finanças pessoais. Acho incrível como é difícil lidar com dinheiro. Ele parece que gosta de brincar de pique-esconde e some quando o fim do mês se aproxima ou quando a gente mais precisa dele. E não adianta transformá-lo em plástico e chamá-lo de cartão de crédito. Acho que é até pior porque dá a falsa sensação de que o temos no momento da compra indevida. Aí no fim do mês seguinte surge um arrependimento que não dá para ser desfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Então descobri que é preciso dedicação e estudo para lidar com finanças. Tenho seguido todas as dicas encontradas desde então. Anoto todos os gastos para analisar os dados no fim do mês. Contabilizo até a bala de menta que compro no mocinho da esquina. Consegui com isso conter gastos impróprios e evitar saldos negativos. Porém, não houve análise financeira, sintática ou semântica que me fizesse descobrir uma forma do meu dinheiro ficar mais robusto e menos tímido. Acho que é a formula que todos procuram e espero encontrá-la em breve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme Wall Street. Enquanto escrevia o texto, lembrei que me recomendaram esse filme, mas ainda não assisti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Razão e Emoção. 
Essas duas palavras podem até rimar e fazer parceria em músicas, mas, cá pra nós... elas nem sempre andam juntas. Muitas
 vezes são completamente opostas. A Razão e a Emoção se contrastam por 
natureza e quase sempre não sabemos qual seguir. Se optamos pela racionalidade somos 
frios. Se emoção nos envolve, somos loucos. Daí vivemos no meio de um fogo cruzado 
interno, numa dúvida infindável. Teorias
 não faltam para sanar esse problema. Eu mesma achei que tinha uma solução: Bastaria usar racionalmente a emoção! Simples, não acham? 
Pois bem, quem disse que consegui seguir essa teoria? Ninguém a segue. Todos 
sabemos quais caminhos devemos tomar, quem devemos esquecer, que amar só
 funciona quando amam você. No entanto, há momentos que nosso coração fala mais alto. E, às vezes, sofremos com essa escolha. Porém, sofrer nem sempre é uma experiência tão ruim: é o que nos faz perceber que estamos vivos.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Não Por Acaso". Li &lt;a href="http://g1.globo.com/Noticias/Cinema/0,,MUL48211-7086-1862,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;este texto&lt;/a&gt; sobre o filme e achei que tinha a ver com o texto. Agora estou curiosa para assistí-lo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quem ao alto quer subir, no topo há de chegar e as estrelas vão rir, do tombo que há de levar".&lt;/i&gt; Minha bisa falava isso com minha avó que falava com minha mãe que falava comigo. E é verdade. Quanto mais alto o vôo, mais trágica é a queda. Por isso sempre tento voar numa altura razoável. Tento! Nem sempre isso é possível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Às vezes vem uma rajada de vento que joga a gente lá pra cima. Parece que é de propósito, pra ver o que acontece. E a sensação é tão boa que parece que a gente esquece. Até acontecer o inevitável: uma queda memorável. Quase que fatal.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quanto mais feio o tombo mais difícil é a recuperação. Tempos fora do ar, arrastando pelo chão. Daí a gente se refaz e levanta vôo de novo. Pronto! Basta bater as asas que vem outro ventinho desgraçado jogar a gente pra baixo. Mas acho que a vida ensina, e um dia se aprende, que não é qualquer brisa que vai desarmar a gente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nota: Texto de 2007, reformulado, revisado, repontuado e temperado com novos sentimentos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do Filme "Sonhando Alto". Alguém já viu? Não encontrei impressões, mas me pareceu interessante e pertinente ao texto.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-6931035525415161065?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/mQ3ITZJAaqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/6931035525415161065/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=6931035525415161065&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6931035525415161065?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/6931035525415161065?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/mQ3ITZJAaqY/quem-ao-alto-quer-subir.html" title="Quem ao alto quer subir" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QNUffQzhfo/TrnnJV5TDCI/AAAAAAAABKU/6PrYVxJmiM8/s72-c/1245104400_sonhandoaltoposter01_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2007/09/quem-ao-alto-quer-subir.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GRncyfSp7ImA9WhRTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-5255431151774392975</id><published>2011-11-07T14:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:38:47.995-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T14:38:47.995-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em verso" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas do coração" /><title>Dois Lados</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Qh9zVjDwvc/TrgI_z-pFBI/AAAAAAAABKE/c_HDftDWPUs/s1600/1245088699_ladoaladocomoamorposter01_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Qh9zVjDwvc/TrgI_z-pFBI/AAAAAAAABKE/c_HDftDWPUs/s200/1245088699_ladoaladocomoamorposter01_thumb.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já vi o amor dos dois lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já fui o ser amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E já fui o ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já fui o ser ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E já fui também carrasco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fiz chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fiz sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lamentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E fiz lamentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não foi porque eu quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não foi algo programado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O fato é que conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O amor e seus dois lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ainda não sei ao certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Qual deles é o pior lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se é amar sem ser correspondido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ou se é, sem querer, ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Nota: Poema antigo em constante evolução. Acho que ele nunca terá uma resposta, e nunca deixará de ser reconstruído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Lado a Lado com o amor".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-5255431151774392975?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/DabFY6X-Vok" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/5255431151774392975/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=5255431151774392975&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/5255431151774392975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/5255431151774392975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/DabFY6X-Vok/dois-lados.html" title="Dois Lados" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Qh9zVjDwvc/TrgI_z-pFBI/AAAAAAAABKE/c_HDftDWPUs/s72-c/1245088699_ladoaladocomoamorposter01_thumb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/11/dois-lados.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UFSHs6fCp7ImA9WhRTEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-3996340100593118574</id><published>2011-11-01T11:45:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:46:59.514-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T11:46:59.514-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Na dose certa</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvn49xc34GQ/Tq_08LkTWrI/AAAAAAAABJA/tP424S5qxJc/s1600/Fearless_ver1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvn49xc34GQ/Tq_08LkTWrI/AAAAAAAABJA/tP424S5qxJc/s200/Fearless_ver1.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ele aparece assim, sem
 ser convidado, diante da vida, das dificuldades, da distância, das 
novidades. Há quem diga que ele
 é necessário e que sem ele não haveria coragem. É bem verdade que por 
sua causa agimos com ponderação. Mas às vezes deixamos de viver tanta coisa boa 
por conta dele... Por isso quero tê-lo na dose certa. Quero senti-lo em minhas
 veias por alguns segundos e superá-lo logo em seguida. Quero tê-lo sem o
 ter. E quero nele buscar força para ser maior, mais forte e mais 
decidida. Porque o Medo inevitavelmente aparece em nossas vidas, mas não
 dá pra viver com ele por muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Fearless - Sem medo de viver". Foi muito bem recomendado, mas ainda não assisti.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-3996340100593118574?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/ymFDOFaNVSs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/3996340100593118574/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=3996340100593118574&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/3996340100593118574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/3996340100593118574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/ymFDOFaNVSs/na-dose-certa.html" title="Na dose certa" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dvn49xc34GQ/Tq_08LkTWrI/AAAAAAAABJA/tP424S5qxJc/s72-c/Fearless_ver1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/11/na-dose-certa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAHQHs6fCp7ImA9WhdaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-338950048987313490</id><published>2011-10-18T22:50:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:08:51.514-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T16:08:51.514-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Atalhos</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoEAbJU2mDo/Tp4erbl8mdI/AAAAAAAABIY/t7SVFpQfBsU/s1600/o-homem-do-futuro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoEAbJU2mDo/Tp4erbl8mdI/AAAAAAAABIY/t7SVFpQfBsU/s200/o-homem-do-futuro.jpg" width="136" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não é preciso ser geek ou nerd como eu para concordar que alguns comandos usados constantemente no computador poderiam funcionar em nossas vidas. Às vezes me pego pensando – ao procurar qualquer objeto que sumiu da minha vista – quão fácil seria achar qualquer coisa se pudesse utilizar o Ctrl+F. Milésimos de segundos seriam economizados na tarefa exaustiva de encontrar chaves, pendrives, óculos ou qualquer dessas miudezas que constantemente somem quando mais precisamos delas. E quando você percebe que fez ou falou algo que não deveria? Bastaria um Ctrl+Z que tudo voltaria ao que era antes. Aí, sem qualquer estresse ou pesar, a ação poderia ser repensada e reposicionada. Mas o que mais faz falta certamente é o Crtl+Alt+Del. Imagina como seria maravilhoso reiniciar aquele dia, mês ou ano em que nada parece estar ao seu favor! Com um só comando tudo poderia ser recomeçando sob uma nova perspectiva... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Porém, a vida não tem atalhos. Há momentos em que o perdido não será encontrado, o feito não será desfeito e tudo que foi planejado sairá do eixo. Nesses momentos é necessário ter força para recomeçar analisando toda a experiência adquirida com o tempo e sem medo de errar novamente. Só assim a gente aprende a viver. Só assim a vida faz algum sentido.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;* Pôster do filme "O Homem do Futuro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-338950048987313490?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/1k_--dKqwgM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/338950048987313490/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=338950048987313490&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/338950048987313490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/338950048987313490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/1k_--dKqwgM/atalhos.html" title="Atalhos" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JoEAbJU2mDo/Tp4erbl8mdI/AAAAAAAABIY/t7SVFpQfBsU/s72-c/o-homem-do-futuro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/10/atalhos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABSX49eip7ImA9WhdaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-2586232719936091369</id><published>2011-10-13T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T16:09:18.062-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-19T16:09:18.062-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paixão" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coisas do coração" /><title>De pertinho</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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Conheci o amor de pertinho. Ele não é tão místico e fantasioso quanto eu pensava. Mas também não é tão simples e prático. Amor é amor e não se descreve. Sente-se. Não há nenhum sinal de que ele está ali. Sabe-se. E a sensação de senti-lo e sabê-lo é extremamente boa.&lt;/div&gt;
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No entanto, ele parece ser um sentimento bem carente. Não sabe andar sozinho. Então ele surge simultaneamente a outros tantos e tão diversos que podem causar confusão na cabeça de qualquer um. Há sentimentos muito bons, como desejo, admiração, carinho. E outros um pouco desagradáveis, como ciúme, insegurança e certa dependência. &lt;br /&gt;
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Acredito que não exista segredo para lidar com uma carga tão grande de sentimentos tão múltiplos. O que tenho tentado fazer é driblar aqueles que me distanciam da leveza que o amor me traz, e me aproximar daquilo que realmente vale à pena. Não sei se é a melhor tática, mas para ter o amor cada vez mais pertinho, não custa nada tentar.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;* Pôster do filme "Closer"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-2586232719936091369?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/caTut6ApCs8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/2586232719936091369/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=2586232719936091369&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/2586232719936091369?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/2586232719936091369?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/caTut6ApCs8/de-pertinho.html" title="De pertinho" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_XeJZb6Ejk/TpeLes4Pq4I/AAAAAAAABIQ/iYh0j2AWWaw/s72-c/closer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2011/10/de-pertinho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIHQno6eCp7ImA9WhdbE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-1395143660075275879</id><published>2011-10-11T09:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T09:02:13.410-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-11T09:02:13.410-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em verso" /><title>A Queda</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SyGRd91614I/AAAAAAAAA4U/D2L4iaQvTo8/s1600-h/500_days_of_summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413768171078997890" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SyGRd91614I/AAAAAAAAA4U/D2L4iaQvTo8/s200/500_days_of_summer.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;  í&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  í&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  í&lt;/div&gt;
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lá do alto da escada&lt;/div&gt;
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ah menina, danada!&lt;/div&gt;
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fui mexer onde não devia...&lt;/div&gt;
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e depois,&lt;/div&gt;
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no chão estatelada&lt;/div&gt;
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não pude fazer mais nada&lt;/div&gt;
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não tive outra saída&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;i...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ... ... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;v&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;... ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;
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então... l&lt;/div&gt;
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...e segui em frente!&lt;/div&gt;
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porque, inevitalmente,&lt;/div&gt;
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não havia mais o que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Pôster do filme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adorocinema.com/filmes/500-dias-com-ela/imagens/1251917846_five_hundred_days_of_summer/#ficha-tecnica" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;500 dias com Ela, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sobre a retrospectiva de um garoto que foi deixado pela namorada. Muito bom! Fica a sugestão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Volte sempre!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16472902-1395143660075275879?l=www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~4/qZWJRDK9boE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/feeds/1395143660075275879/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16472902&amp;postID=1395143660075275879&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/1395143660075275879?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16472902/posts/default/1395143660075275879?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/XRySH/~3/qZWJRDK9boE/queda.html" title="A Queda" /><author><name>Grazielle Santos Silva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10954165030833553950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TWJRpYvNVgc/TudZM1uyROI/AAAAAAAABLw/geVmrOXBIco/s220/avatar.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/SyGRd91614I/AAAAAAAAA4U/D2L4iaQvTo8/s72-c/500_days_of_summer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.conjuntodepalavras.com.br/2009/12/queda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRHc8cSp7ImA9WhdUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16472902.post-8639703492464667507</id><published>2011-10-04T22:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:21:05.979-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-04T22:21:05.979-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sentimentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="palavras minhas em prosa" /><title>Me Rendi</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/TQS7hmhWl6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Z-fUnqCx_6o/s1600/1245100147_prendameseforcapazposter01_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549766826777810850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__scSCB1T8cA/TQS7hmhWl6I/AAAAAAAAA_U/Z-fUnqCx_6o/s200/1245100147_prendameseforcapazposter01_thumb.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 170px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 114px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me rendi! Apesar de toda resistência e medo de um desgostoso flashback, entreguei-me a um sentimento que há muito não me permitia. É bem verdade que vez ou outra ainda tento colocar um pé atrás e racionalizar tudo que está acontecendo, mas quando o coração está no controle esse estado de alerta não dura muito tempo. Rezo para que esse coração destrambelhado saiba bem com o que estamos lidando. No entanto, parece que sentir isso de novo faz a gente esquecer por alguns momentos as dores que nos afligiram no passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E o que é isso que estou sentindo? Não sei definir. Na verdade acho que não é algo que possa ser definido, mas vivido! Então vou me permitir viver, &lt;i&gt;no matter what it takes&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* Pôster do filme "Prenda-me se for capaz"... Não sei por quê, mas ele veio na minha cabeça quando eu estava escrevendo esse texto&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5v8rboCBM3M/Tom5QZPrZ-I/AAAAAAAABIM/Ogh_FRtUZGo/s1600/tempest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5v8rboCBM3M/Tom5QZPrZ-I/AAAAAAAABIM/Ogh_FRtUZGo/s200/tempest.jpg" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meu coração resolveu aventurar-se por novos mares. Por mais que eu tentasse impedi-lo e pedisse cautela, a adrenalina de navegar pelo desconhecido deixou-o absolutamente encantado e ele seguiu mesmo sem minha aprovação. No entanto, o desconhecido traz um sentimento que funciona mais ou menos como tempestade em alto mar. Algo que nem eu, nem ele poderíamos prever. Porque não se sabe quando ou onde vai aparecer. Algo chamado 'insegurança'. Insegurança é a vontade louca de terra firme. É a necessidade de conhecer o desconhecido para não mais temê-lo. É algo que não gostei de sentir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No entanto, meu coração parece ter ganhado experiência. Disse-me que há tempestades que precisam ser enfrentadas, superadas e que muitas vezes precedem bonança. Resolvi acreditar nele e acompanhá-lo nessa nova jornada. Que tenhamos uma boa viagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Grazielle Santos Silva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;* Pôster do filme "A Tempestade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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