<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538</id><updated>2026-08-20T01:50:09.407-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a cada manhã</title><subtitle type='html'>as misericóridas se renovam</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-4492853902463592927</id><published>2013-05-23T14:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2013-08-02T10:11:00.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsGJMTBJnyDPb-91fORIyapaEXwTmj6wOuAdv_JeJ83dc-G3D8qVaUjjuD0fL9lVtIwPzjzOZPztcrZ2tU7rGqE1rpnQwBr14stXz1D-nlR2nLIHf4kwHq6M6oCoATt5spn8WPfSjOLPD/s1600/5509509.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;306&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsGJMTBJnyDPb-91fORIyapaEXwTmj6wOuAdv_JeJ83dc-G3D8qVaUjjuD0fL9lVtIwPzjzOZPztcrZ2tU7rGqE1rpnQwBr14stXz1D-nlR2nLIHf4kwHq6M6oCoATt5spn8WPfSjOLPD/s400/5509509.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eu só quero saber&lt;br /&gt;
Se alguém aí&lt;br /&gt;
pode ver&lt;br /&gt;
pode ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
pode sentir&lt;br /&gt;
pode decifrar&lt;br /&gt;
pode contribuir&lt;br /&gt;
pode sequer imaginar;&lt;br /&gt;
pode entender&lt;br /&gt;
pode acudir&lt;br /&gt;
pode aludir&lt;br /&gt;
pode amenizar&lt;br /&gt;
pode deduzir&lt;br /&gt;
pode - também - palpar&lt;br /&gt;
o que se passa dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então permita meus passos,&lt;br /&gt;
dê os seus,&lt;br /&gt;
com pausas... compassos...&lt;br /&gt;
pontos.&lt;br /&gt;
Vírgulas,&lt;br /&gt;
e todos os possíveis achos;&lt;br /&gt;
Mas cuide do interior,&lt;br /&gt;
quem olha dentro de mim: só Deus.&lt;br /&gt;
É Ele quem sabe do meu íntimo.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;E por mais que eu seja ínfimo&lt;br /&gt;
Ele me ama de igual modo à você.&lt;br /&gt;
Lembre-se:&lt;br /&gt;
Somos tão grandes em ser pequenos&lt;br /&gt;
que a maestria que temos é de sermos tão nada.&lt;br /&gt;
Viu??&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se alguém aí souber&lt;br /&gt;
o que passa dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
permaneça sabendo - em silêncio -,&lt;br /&gt;
pois talvez ainda precise descobrir o dentro de si.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Marlon Cássio</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/4492853902463592927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2013/05/dentro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/4492853902463592927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/4492853902463592927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2013/05/dentro.html' title='Dentro'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsGJMTBJnyDPb-91fORIyapaEXwTmj6wOuAdv_JeJ83dc-G3D8qVaUjjuD0fL9lVtIwPzjzOZPztcrZ2tU7rGqE1rpnQwBr14stXz1D-nlR2nLIHf4kwHq6M6oCoATt5spn8WPfSjOLPD/s72-c/5509509.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-5493483528234580881</id><published>2013-02-08T11:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2013-02-08T11:52:11.164-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria ser dono de mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria entender e organizar meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[&amp;nbsp;anseios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria saber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria ver as coisas com outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[ olhos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;- menos melancólicos -, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria dividir as circunstâncias e não&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[ sofrer antecipado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria enxergar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria fazer melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria voltar atrás e fazer bem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[ melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;mas nem sei se há jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;pois, por mais que tente, sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[ assim: eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Mas eu queria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria sorrir por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria ser bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria olhar nos olhos e sem medo acertar o tom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;[ e também discernir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria saber dividir, equacionar e não sobrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria contribuir pra avançar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria ser outro, embora queria ser eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria ser mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria não me conformar - e não me conformo -,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;queria ir além de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Sei que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Queria!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/5493483528234580881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2013/02/queria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/5493483528234580881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/5493483528234580881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2013/02/queria.html' title='Queria!'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQumR9M8oAzsPs_PUZ0-a_OP2Q3X3t-VGYO2hhzjIwyEtO89JbrzYwq33wnNiyqmCzdyy4EnpM_DyhNXQsgYMkCTfBVDoHgu0l6zhxiXDd_CRM_J8lKXHvAneb_WvqaJoXbUE9LDE1JPLQ/s72-c/melancolia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-3743875960341751271</id><published>2012-09-28T16:11:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-28T16:56:11.154-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando vi a foto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;ul class=&quot;uiList _4kg  body contentListWidth&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; list-style-type: none; margin: 2px 0px 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Emaranhado de coisas!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Coisas uma, ou melhor, duas.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Um; os olhos: lindos, profundos.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Dois; os lábios, assim: únicos.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se o fato de ver já é sonhar&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Minha ansiedade, ímpar, é tocar.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Tocar com gosto esses lábios&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E me perder em grandes afagos.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que fogo! Que mel!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que brilho, que mistura.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Espero não misturar fel!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quem dera não ser aventura&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Pois isso já se tornou hell!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;uiListItem&quot; style=&quot;border-width: 1px 0px 0px; display: block; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que foto, meu Deus! Que loucura!&lt;/li&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/3743875960341751271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/09/emaranhado-de-coisas-coisas-ma-ou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3743875960341751271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3743875960341751271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/09/emaranhado-de-coisas-coisas-ma-ou.html' title='Quando vi a foto'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-6292221332772394679</id><published>2012-08-25T18:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-08-25T19:18:53.925-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela partiu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:Georgia, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:100%;&quot;&gt;Quantas fotografias espalhadas pelo chão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantas flores arrancadas em vão?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantos sorrisos com emoção?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantos olhares sem explicação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;E quantas coisas pra o fim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantas belezas vivi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantos dias te vi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j7vRbhBQEq3cB-bY7cXEDl-d6uquAr1RvQs-wqqyReLxWVBDm-Knh2Y6Ss5bIqTluWIsUHFjC91Tg1yOk2n1_EcQdde1r_Va0fhUWnfAwQdgqC4PA_T3CFf_MewG7qpz36FVmPUhC-Zs/s400/MULHER+CAMINHANDO+NUMA+ESTRADA+LINDA.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5780736987329203522&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantas vezes tremi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Quantas vezes quis ir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;E quantas coisas em vão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Como eram belos os dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 100%; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregados de todas as magias&lt;/span&gt;De infinitas e meigas alegrias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Regadas de puras energias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Mas estraçalhadas ao pó!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Feridas como as de Jó, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Chagas da alma no pó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;O sangue a ponto de dar nó&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Tão frio, pois já era só&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;E só foram-se os dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Dias sem rima e sem cor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Sem sorrisos e sem amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Já sem as flores e teu calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;Dias costurados com dor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;E assim ela partiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/6292221332772394679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/ela-partiu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6292221332772394679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6292221332772394679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/ela-partiu.html' title='Ela partiu'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_j7vRbhBQEq3cB-bY7cXEDl-d6uquAr1RvQs-wqqyReLxWVBDm-Knh2Y6Ss5bIqTluWIsUHFjC91Tg1yOk2n1_EcQdde1r_Va0fhUWnfAwQdgqC4PA_T3CFf_MewG7qpz36FVmPUhC-Zs/s72-c/MULHER+CAMINHANDO+NUMA+ESTRADA+LINDA.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-930293971907411821</id><published>2012-08-19T14:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-08-19T14:48:53.454-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As cores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Quais são as cores da ternura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Quais certos existem sem pudor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Vêm como ondas, numa &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;visura&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;São as cores do amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Quem disse o erro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Deve ter esquecido que o errar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;É falta de zelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Para o verdadeiro verbo amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Poesia num gracejo sei que há!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Melodia num sorriso me faz ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Que para ser completo basta estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;Nos braços só de quem lhe &lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;merecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;Não importa qual seja o tom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; text-align: center; &quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left; &quot;&gt;Não precisa ser par para ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;Mesmo que ímpar pareça não ser bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;Isso só um futuro irá dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; &quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Marlon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Cássio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/930293971907411821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/as-cores.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/930293971907411821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/930293971907411821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/as-cores.html' title='As cores'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-8407674434236824435</id><published>2012-08-14T11:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2012-08-14T13:40:20.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sabe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;   Quem consegue dizer que no fim dará tudo certo? Quem pode afirmar que dar passos contrários sempre indica retrocesso em seu sentido literal? Possibilidades mil sempre há e, sendo assim, se afirmar como melhor caminh&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CBd_Mislh3uoRfyu0hhxF4fWdPEisHv9umCdoKrFbaA-k6p8rxhuSr96-R4du0AGQjrOSxIyiWA2bvS0uZnMlEmvwS6NwUbkOs0ABhyphenhyphenitn7zq6GoWPE7hvDebghvSzVVGiYr9wJGSWZ/s1600/CANSEI+DA+SOLID%25C3%2583O.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 370px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CBd_Mislh3uoRfyu0hhxF4fWdPEisHv9umCdoKrFbaA-k6p8rxhuSr96-R4du0AGQjrOSxIyiWA2bvS0uZnMlEmvwS6NwUbkOs0ABhyphenhyphenitn7zq6GoWPE7hvDebghvSzVVGiYr9wJGSWZ/s400/CANSEI+DA+SOLID%25C3%2583O.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5776567905621986530&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o pode ser um tremendo engano. Dúvida maior é deixar ser guiado pelo vento: sem saber onde ir. Para isso é preciso ter coragem e uma confiança ímpar nele. Sabemos que em nossa vida, breve e passageira, podemos fantasiar tantas coisas, nos iludir, nos corromper e nos &#39;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;etceterar&lt;/span&gt;&#39;, mas ainda assim como &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;rabiscos&lt;/span&gt; e anotações avulsas tudo se somará à folhas em anexo no nosso livro de vida, ao fóssil da nossa singela passagem por aqui. Então um questionamento brota em nossa psique: tanta complexidade é realmente precisa? Acordar numa manhã qualquer depois de uma noite qualquer e levar uma vida qualquer resultará em um fim certo: certamente qualquer também. Não louvo deixar as coisas por si mesmas, até porque isso refere-se à entrega de vontade, refiro-me a não queixarmos tanto do porvir que no momento de prepará-lo - no presente - estamos como quem dorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Que mistério é esse que ronda o homem. A vida, a escolha, o caminho. Quem sabe o certo? Quem sabe o valor? Quem sabe o segredo? Somos todos &#39;nenhuns&#39; cheios de vários outros. Por isso sobre o futuro (o meu), as escolhas, os traços que ainda serão traçados, tudo, tudo, não sei. Quem sabe? Só Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Marlon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Cássio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/8407674434236824435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/quem-sabe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/8407674434236824435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/8407674434236824435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/08/quem-sabe.html' title='Quem sabe?'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-CBd_Mislh3uoRfyu0hhxF4fWdPEisHv9umCdoKrFbaA-k6p8rxhuSr96-R4du0AGQjrOSxIyiWA2bvS0uZnMlEmvwS6NwUbkOs0ABhyphenhyphenitn7zq6GoWPE7hvDebghvSzVVGiYr9wJGSWZ/s72-c/CANSEI+DA+SOLID%25C3%2583O.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-4684114413348220294</id><published>2012-06-19T09:52:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T11:02:50.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xjL1pnfg_r_5sFwp9hOWUIZ0FGSal4K3cm_2R0VmLiR5VofLkhvNJPgGMF_8as3ojJNTF39rDaIv49dqE47ZWCleoYfIK_-Iha6_z6SQH8W1Weezk7p5q-Oa48CCj6RiEY_y5iwxLG1G/s1600/palavras2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 257px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xjL1pnfg_r_5sFwp9hOWUIZ0FGSal4K3cm_2R0VmLiR5VofLkhvNJPgGMF_8as3ojJNTF39rDaIv49dqE47ZWCleoYfIK_-Iha6_z6SQH8W1Weezk7p5q-Oa48CCj6RiEY_y5iwxLG1G/s400/palavras2.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5755747149765263938&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Palavra pode&lt;br /&gt;Palavra pedra&lt;br /&gt;Palavra grande&lt;br /&gt;Palavra sega&lt;br /&gt;Norte e sorte&lt;br /&gt;Vida e morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavra linda&lt;br /&gt;Que soa doce&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Doce menina&quot;,&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Menina doce&quot;&lt;br /&gt;A  mim fascina&lt;br /&gt;Mais bela ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavra vil&lt;br /&gt;Cortou a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Jogou sutil&lt;br /&gt;Bem numa vala.&lt;br /&gt;O enterro viu&lt;br /&gt;Da sua fala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavra simples&lt;br /&gt;Que aprisiona&lt;br /&gt;Cantada em timbres&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma onda.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras nobres&lt;br /&gt;Que soam pobres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também liberta&lt;br /&gt;O que acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Palavra certa&lt;br /&gt;Que libertou.&lt;br /&gt;É uma porta&lt;br /&gt;Que viva ou morta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada igual&lt;br /&gt;Percurso faz&lt;br /&gt;O bem e o mal&lt;br /&gt;Palavras mais&lt;br /&gt;Singela e dor&lt;br /&gt;Quimera e flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrato velho&lt;br /&gt;Passado incerto&lt;br /&gt;Sorriso lindo&lt;br /&gt;Ou morto feto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não importa rima alguma&lt;br /&gt;Se a palavra não é só uma&lt;br /&gt;Palavras ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Palavras uma&lt;br /&gt;Jã não importa essa equação&lt;br /&gt;Porque palavra é decisão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Marlon Cássio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/4684114413348220294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/06/palavras-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/4684114413348220294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/4684114413348220294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/06/palavras-ao-vento.html' title='Palavras ao vento'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xjL1pnfg_r_5sFwp9hOWUIZ0FGSal4K3cm_2R0VmLiR5VofLkhvNJPgGMF_8as3ojJNTF39rDaIv49dqE47ZWCleoYfIK_-Iha6_z6SQH8W1Weezk7p5q-Oa48CCj6RiEY_y5iwxLG1G/s72-c/palavras2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-3649357404830587030</id><published>2012-04-26T09:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T13:03:58.709-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhã de descanso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVb-NM2NuHQsOkOAI-hstrIg8y4VEyy75ztQkl5QcYlwivPPSI9C2WdfjMsXNbR4LEbTbl_4ac1VOaXRzaMy0r19ln0B7wbw_ryX-fWuXj4Om1KK8HzygwaPj5d9e8eb1XLhslmI8TzGZ/s1600/descansar.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 396px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVb-NM2NuHQsOkOAI-hstrIg8y4VEyy75ztQkl5QcYlwivPPSI9C2WdfjMsXNbR4LEbTbl_4ac1VOaXRzaMy0r19ln0B7wbw_ryX-fWuXj4Om1KK8HzygwaPj5d9e8eb1XLhslmI8TzGZ/s400/descansar.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5735681675471475698&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;As misericórdias&lt;/em&gt; do Senhor são a causa de não sermos consumidos, porque as suas &lt;em&gt;misericórdias&lt;/em&gt; não têm fim; &lt;em&gt;renovam&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;em&gt;se cada manhã&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; (Lamentações 3:21, 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;Após uma manhã de mágoa pode se seguir uma tarde de mais mágoa, noite semelhante e assim por diante... Mas há quem procura investir em sentimentos novos, não se apegar&lt;/span&gt; à dores, à coisas que só pesam no coração e procura transformar a mágoa em oportunidade. Sim, oportunidade. Fazer dela a chance de amadurecer, de aprender e de crescer. Entretanto, para isso temos que esperar e descansar. &quot;Enquanto eu descanso em Deus Ele me dá tudo o que eu preciso&quot; como está escrito em Salmos 127:2. Deixar a correria, as diversas direções e o barulho para os cantos e centrar-se em um foco, um silêncio, uma coerência. Descansar em meio à tantas frustrações e dores é como passar por todo o peso das lágrimas noturnas e da madrugada, erguer os olhos aos céus e agradecer. Agradecer porque tudo se faz novo dia após dia e aquilo que é tão aguardado também há de se fazer novo. Ao ver o sol despontar o espírito relaxa, a promessa de mais um dia se faz e a esperança se refaz. Um novo sorriso brota tímido nos lábios e os olhos já conseguem ver mais. Assim se inicia um novo tempo. Tempo de descanso para agir. Manhã de descanso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;st&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/3649357404830587030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/manha-de-descanso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3649357404830587030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3649357404830587030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/manha-de-descanso.html' title='Manhã de descanso'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVb-NM2NuHQsOkOAI-hstrIg8y4VEyy75ztQkl5QcYlwivPPSI9C2WdfjMsXNbR4LEbTbl_4ac1VOaXRzaMy0r19ln0B7wbw_ryX-fWuXj4Om1KK8HzygwaPj5d9e8eb1XLhslmI8TzGZ/s72-c/descansar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-329809342597302838</id><published>2012-04-24T09:15:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T10:18:10.931-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhã de mágoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Existem coisas que até tentamos ignorar e continuar prosseguindo, mas  não há como deixar passar. Não mesmo! Viver é tão real, que de mágico só  nossos sonhos. Cada dia que passa aprendo que o homem é mais complexo  do que eu imaginava, e que - realmente - não posso me bastar de  palavras, uma vez que elas também podem ser carregadas de tamanha  baixeza. É incrível como nós, seres humanos, nos deixamos enganar pelas mesmas coisas. Levamos uma pedrada e a guardamos numa sacola, levamos outra e a juntamos com a anterior, mas chega um momento em que essa sacola não mais suporta tanto peso e se rasga. Não adiantou ajuntar pedras para evitar devolvê-las a quem nos jogou: essas pessoas não merecem nossa dor.&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xSZiWZeDZaU1lpGo3E2u0FzdZ18ZVJEMYLza3cUPPlF-CaE_vPSfqr3D3jK4KhMEfUJztGol0Cp9Zb60ZS9CxXUv2YzJD0sOlIChh0apA1AivHJiOY92mrUbNGyUACN3XhhKI_oC7NOZ/s1600/magoa.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 488px; height: 285px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xSZiWZeDZaU1lpGo3E2u0FzdZ18ZVJEMYLza3cUPPlF-CaE_vPSfqr3D3jK4KhMEfUJztGol0Cp9Zb60ZS9CxXUv2YzJD0sOlIChh0apA1AivHJiOY92mrUbNGyUACN3XhhKI_oC7NOZ/s400/magoa.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734940158963226818&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Começar uma manhã com mágoa não é a melhor opção, mas é uma possível. Por que questionar, se estamos sucetíveis a tudo? Por que chorar, se a escolha de arriscar é tomada por nós, agentes de nossas próprias ações? Só o tempo para nos levar a entender tais atitudes, comportamentos. Tudo o que acontece em nossa vida nos leva a amadurecer mais, de alguma forma, ainda incompreensível mas nos leva. Enquanto isso... não importa o tamanho da queda, é na subida que se testa  e estabelece a força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Cássio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/329809342597302838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/manha-de-magoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/329809342597302838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/329809342597302838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/manha-de-magoa.html' title='Manhã de mágoa'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xSZiWZeDZaU1lpGo3E2u0FzdZ18ZVJEMYLza3cUPPlF-CaE_vPSfqr3D3jK4KhMEfUJztGol0Cp9Zb60ZS9CxXUv2YzJD0sOlIChh0apA1AivHJiOY92mrUbNGyUACN3XhhKI_oC7NOZ/s72-c/magoa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-6834016488446896991</id><published>2012-04-18T08:55:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2022-09-26T08:41:49.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta à escrita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxfPuL_lz_nPgdbW86Sn8Ky4TwKjzNI6bcz3nB48GQal8_e1x9CL8pszBdl5pFaVkyiXVD50KjKQCx7i24N9IaBh9HHUbFk3QA6R6d4xQG9M7ATh2MFR_1I1aLGUgfC4PguZS5ypFdiT/s1600/escrita-com-um-enchimento-thumb7782977.jpg&quot; onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732728383510232050&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxfPuL_lz_nPgdbW86Sn8Ky4TwKjzNI6bcz3nB48GQal8_e1x9CL8pszBdl5pFaVkyiXVD50KjKQCx7i24N9IaBh9HHUbFk3QA6R6d4xQG9M7ATh2MFR_1I1aLGUgfC4PguZS5ypFdiT/s400/escrita-com-um-enchimento-thumb7782977.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 300px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 300px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parar na escrita é como parar no tempo: nada se produz, nada se diz, nada se mantém. Escrever, para mim, é uma válvula de escape, é  exercer a ação de exteriorizar o que está guardado no meu inconsciente e, mesmo que não seja tão atrativo aos possíveis leitores, para a minha pessoa é exercício. Exercício de descanso, de evolução, de amadurecimento, de prazer... Escrever é mais que escrever simplesmente. Escrever é lidar com a vida, com os sonhos. É tornar possível o que de alguma forma nos priva de procurar liberdade, é tornar palpável o que nos foge das mãos. É exteriorizar o íntimo -  sem desmerecê-lo - e tentar alcançar, de algum modo, quem para um minutinho sequer e dedica-se à leitura: sempre um prato novo a experimentar...
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Por estes e tantos outros motivos, quero voltar a escrever, sejam textos melodramáticos, textos esperançosos de uma manhã mais viva e um sol com mais brilho, poesias de métrica ímpar - com arranhões e escapadas -, sejam músicas que me encantam, sejam escritas simples e nostálgicas, mas que sejam! Pior que apenas ser é não ser nada...
Estou de volta à escrita...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Marlon Cássio
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/6834016488446896991/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/de-volta-escrita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6834016488446896991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6834016488446896991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/04/de-volta-escrita.html' title='De volta à escrita'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHGxfPuL_lz_nPgdbW86Sn8Ky4TwKjzNI6bcz3nB48GQal8_e1x9CL8pszBdl5pFaVkyiXVD50KjKQCx7i24N9IaBh9HHUbFk3QA6R6d4xQG9M7ATh2MFR_1I1aLGUgfC4PguZS5ypFdiT/s72-c/escrita-com-um-enchimento-thumb7782977.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-6090466676005942971</id><published>2012-02-24T11:29:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T11:33:00.498-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Só o futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPVYlJ47XROz4HxIMl3UcmpTyrccgTJjgguwhrf58v3ekJLV4bjal9PBPsCz28Z4Pre0AiKnCbjBvt1YBT2IRMTT7uGimsOtsY1-PcrewwM6AkoriPGQyyiYijUXDIDGhUhB5YqE3Nluk/s1600/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_457bad81b9d0a3d92c0cedd8664837b9d4ba7bea.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;width: 315px; height: 480px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPVYlJ47XROz4HxIMl3UcmpTyrccgTJjgguwhrf58v3ekJLV4bjal9PBPsCz28Z4Pre0AiKnCbjBvt1YBT2IRMTT7uGimsOtsY1-PcrewwM6AkoriPGQyyiYijUXDIDGhUhB5YqE3Nluk/s400/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_457bad81b9d0a3d92c0cedd8664837b9d4ba7bea.jpeg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ela esconde o rosto, ela chora,&lt;br /&gt;ela vê o tempo passando e nada!&lt;br /&gt;Nada mesmo, pois foi embora&lt;br /&gt;embora a dor não passe, agora mata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Águas paradas, folhas secas&lt;br /&gt;Um soprar dizendo que ainda alcança&lt;br /&gt;Pode prosseguir, pois ainda terá perdas&lt;br /&gt;árduas e duras igual à morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela chora embora nada mata&lt;br /&gt;Mas secas perdas alcança morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãos melhores há de estar&lt;br /&gt;Quando, enfim, pra cima olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Dor maior há de ter,&lt;br /&gt;nem por isso desistir de viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A questão é prosseguir&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de perder.&lt;br /&gt;Na conjugação do futuro&lt;br /&gt;não se sabe o que ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar, olhar, ter, viver&lt;br /&gt;prosseguir, perder, para ser: só o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Cássio</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/6090466676005942971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-o-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6090466676005942971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6090466676005942971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-o-futuro.html' title='Só o futuro'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFPVYlJ47XROz4HxIMl3UcmpTyrccgTJjgguwhrf58v3ekJLV4bjal9PBPsCz28Z4Pre0AiKnCbjBvt1YBT2IRMTT7uGimsOtsY1-PcrewwM6AkoriPGQyyiYijUXDIDGhUhB5YqE3Nluk/s72-c/http+_meme.zenfs.com_u_457bad81b9d0a3d92c0cedd8664837b9d4ba7bea.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-9023938638811468032</id><published>2012-02-16T12:11:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T12:12:39.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por um momento assim  (repost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_C7ErxgOnX5N5VjosQLhThyInLy4gupsNQbVsMqKKVthU45b0xk1grOnEVsCEYOs6W_hLci5lKvJDzp3ClToes42Wt8lQTsZhXYe9dGsuSli4Wp00jJW1l8gHYvvrQP-7iOJkpEkCUHG/s1600/voar.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_C7ErxgOnX5N5VjosQLhThyInLy4gupsNQbVsMqKKVthU45b0xk1grOnEVsCEYOs6W_hLci5lKvJDzp3ClToes42Wt8lQTsZhXYe9dGsuSli4Wp00jJW1l8gHYvvrQP-7iOJkpEkCUHG/s320/voar.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Com braços abertos e braços rendidos. Corpo entregue às ondas do vento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Na  sinfonia do espaço estamos nós, à procura de nosso ser em nós mesmos.  Procuramos liberdade e segurança; desafios profundos e vitórias; ganhos  sem perdas. Procuramos tanto e esquecemos de viver e exaltar os momentos  que nos leva ao encontro do nosso íntimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Caminhamos atrás de um  momento assim, um momento único e especial, sensível e palpável,  incrível e verdadeiro. Por um momento assim, onde derramamos dentro de  nós numa mistura de grandeza e particularidade nos sentimos à vontade e o  que está ao nosso redor flutua. Voamos e não queremos mais pousar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Esse  momento de transe uma hora acaba e voltamos ao mesmo mundo e ao mesmo  lugar, no entanto, voltamos à nos mesmos de uma forma inigualável.  Sensação de bem estar não! Sensação de experenciar nosso interior! Para  passar por um momento assim só quando verdadeiramento estivermos &lt;b&gt;com &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;braços abertos e braços rendidos. Corpo entregue às ondas do vento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Marlon Cássio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1ª publicação em 24/01/2011.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Para ver o pos original clique no título da postagem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/9023938638811468032/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/por-um-momento-assim-repost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/9023938638811468032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/9023938638811468032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/por-um-momento-assim-repost.html' title='Por um momento assim  (repost)'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc_C7ErxgOnX5N5VjosQLhThyInLy4gupsNQbVsMqKKVthU45b0xk1grOnEVsCEYOs6W_hLci5lKvJDzp3ClToes42Wt8lQTsZhXYe9dGsuSli4Wp00jJW1l8gHYvvrQP-7iOJkpEkCUHG/s72-c/voar.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-3694134821344695239</id><published>2012-02-08T10:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T10:08:50.510-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se inspire num novo dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7cMB5s-tWT9Q-RNMA2D_yi8XePSCng8s1-vaj8p-fxOPzm068IEhheg6CbZpHtSrRE3bZMzUBwajyOXX1p3Ov4A0a8jD1ytZgFsa4HxPl1JN5YbfAKmqYgbXEykDAFZJCnookxrr-UPo/s1600/www.portaldodt.blogspot.com.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;275&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7cMB5s-tWT9Q-RNMA2D_yi8XePSCng8s1-vaj8p-fxOPzm068IEhheg6CbZpHtSrRE3bZMzUBwajyOXX1p3Ov4A0a8jD1ytZgFsa4HxPl1JN5YbfAKmqYgbXEykDAFZJCnookxrr-UPo/s400/www.portaldodt.blogspot.com.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seja  renovado nessa manhã! Que a inspiração de viver esse dia já tenha  brotado desde ontem e, se ainda não fluiu essa vontade, olhe para o céu e  veja quão sortudo é você, de mais uma vez poder ver a luz do dia e  saber que ainda pode conquistar o que tanto sonha, pois, por mais que  diga não, a vida corre em suas veias! BOM DIA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;Se inspire num novo dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/3694134821344695239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/se-inspire-num-novo-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3694134821344695239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/3694134821344695239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2012/02/se-inspire-num-novo-dia.html' title='Se inspire num novo dia'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7cMB5s-tWT9Q-RNMA2D_yi8XePSCng8s1-vaj8p-fxOPzm068IEhheg6CbZpHtSrRE3bZMzUBwajyOXX1p3Ov4A0a8jD1ytZgFsa4HxPl1JN5YbfAKmqYgbXEykDAFZJCnookxrr-UPo/s72-c/www.portaldodt.blogspot.com.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-9154531425938698908</id><published>2011-10-27T14:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T15:06:00.990-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Páginas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD58EgcYlDjxX4IzjEWs4kwc1zGI2jrl4t_eG8Jcv856MUh2fE1curh8PMaAuVOGlYpPenKf1ZSEoY94cEflzyIYUrP8tDWzjjVnwf28uyAvfGKER68ONwPsNrgGZydcWcR3jktaHHWQDF/s1600/Paginas-da-vida.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 309px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD58EgcYlDjxX4IzjEWs4kwc1zGI2jrl4t_eG8Jcv856MUh2fE1curh8PMaAuVOGlYpPenKf1ZSEoY94cEflzyIYUrP8tDWzjjVnwf28uyAvfGKER68ONwPsNrgGZydcWcR3jktaHHWQDF/s400/Paginas-da-vida.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668217367211666898&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As páginas da vida são cheias de surpresas. Há capítulos de alegria, mas também de tristezas. Há mistério e fantasia, sofrimento e decepções. Entretanto, não rasgue páginas nem pule capítulos. Não se apresse em descobrir os mistérios. Não perca as esperanças, afinal, muitos são os finais felizes, pois no livro da vida o autor é Deus e Ele está escrevendo uma linda história para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Muitas vezes em nossa vida pensamos que somos os piores e os mais infelizes, mas chega um momento em que vemos que tivemos grandes chances, grandes momentos e grandes alegrias. Pena que isso acontece, geralmente, muito tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/9154531425938698908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/paginas-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/9154531425938698908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/9154531425938698908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/paginas-da-vida.html' title='Páginas da vida'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD58EgcYlDjxX4IzjEWs4kwc1zGI2jrl4t_eG8Jcv856MUh2fE1curh8PMaAuVOGlYpPenKf1ZSEoY94cEflzyIYUrP8tDWzjjVnwf28uyAvfGKER68ONwPsNrgGZydcWcR3jktaHHWQDF/s72-c/Paginas-da-vida.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-2973901884201396361</id><published>2011-10-25T16:11:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:25:09.064-02:00</updated><title type='text'>_________(lacunas)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HaaK3UcEagLy2uksC03wPwXYwpR2C6DX4jTmi-DHN-VS1u98kC1azcgwpmgvsUl_EvMl7xdNJqwAJNPya-WVjVhvalQ2hpS873JfNAo9FIEaXiJTtlTJky8NGDfv4wU-k9hvdIi8gxK3/s1600/sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HaaK3UcEagLy2uksC03wPwXYwpR2C6DX4jTmi-DHN-VS1u98kC1azcgwpmgvsUl_EvMl7xdNJqwAJNPya-WVjVhvalQ2hpS873JfNAo9FIEaXiJTtlTJky8NGDfv4wU-k9hvdIi8gxK3/s400/sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667497283717904770&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;__________ é odiar todas as rosas porque um espinho te feriu.&lt;br /&gt;__________ é desistir de todos os esforços porque um deles fracassou.&lt;br /&gt;__________ é condenar todas as amizades porque uma delas te traiu.&lt;br /&gt;__________ é não crer no amor  porque um deles foi infiel.&lt;br /&gt;__________ é jogar fora todas as chances de ser feliz porque uma tentativa  não deu certo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Com o que palavra você preencheria as lacunas? Tolice, Loucura, Correto, Conveniente...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Lembre-se sempre: haverá outra chance, outra amizade, outro amor, mas não outra vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Cássio</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/2973901884201396361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/lacunas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/2973901884201396361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/2973901884201396361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/lacunas.html' title='_________(lacunas)'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9HaaK3UcEagLy2uksC03wPwXYwpR2C6DX4jTmi-DHN-VS1u98kC1azcgwpmgvsUl_EvMl7xdNJqwAJNPya-WVjVhvalQ2hpS873JfNAo9FIEaXiJTtlTJky8NGDfv4wU-k9hvdIi8gxK3/s72-c/sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-5354202481634147462</id><published>2011-10-20T17:10:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T17:36:47.329-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Você já viu as luzes da cidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3N1VBH_oYghJIldT1ofp3LBkslXWcag8N9GK9kD2qiRpddPZbqrH3wLoCaqhZODZy3fWY6-yd4bJmNFs-lk1FO6N-GWe2ETyWxA2_zwsyg6FYlCONyFrBDXJ6PLwmNI5qrrOYQaCJIFFp/s1600/citylights.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3N1VBH_oYghJIldT1ofp3LBkslXWcag8N9GK9kD2qiRpddPZbqrH3wLoCaqhZODZy3fWY6-yd4bJmNFs-lk1FO6N-GWe2ETyWxA2_zwsyg6FYlCONyFrBDXJ6PLwmNI5qrrOYQaCJIFFp/s400/citylights.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665654064713438114&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que leio um livro onde há a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;romantização&lt;/span&gt; da natureza e a exaltação do campo me comovo e viajo em meio àquela leitura. Confesso que sinto uma certa saudade do campo - onde vivi até meus onze anos -  ao ler romances assim. Mas &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;refletindo&lt;/span&gt; aqui, ouvindo músicas com uma temática que ressaltam a natureza, ao simples da zona rural transformada em romance &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;comecei&lt;/span&gt; a visualizar uma &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;contraposição&lt;/span&gt; entre campo e cidade. Tantas pessoas &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;cirticam&lt;/span&gt; a maneira de viver na cidade - inclusive eu. No meio urbano existe tanta poluição, violência, marginalidade, fome, sem contar a vida corriqueira que todos levam(os). Entretanto, também existe o belo em algum lugar das ruas cimentadas, dos gigantescos prédios, da vida corrida dos cidadãos e das vielas engolidas pela metrópole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já parou a noite na cidade para admirar a beleza das luzes acesas? Aquele conjunto de pontinhos amarelos brilhantes formando uma grande paisagem já te chamou a atenção? Corremos tanto, para cima, para baixo, de um lado ao outro, e deixamos passar despercebido o que pode aliviar nosso cansaço, o que pode afagar nosso coração magoado de tantas falas que nos magoaram num dia tão cheio e frustrante. Precisamos, muitas vezes, nos refugiar em nós mesmos, porque até os próximos estão longe, cada um com sua ocupação. Existem momentos que foram feitos para olharmos para dentro de nós mesmos e isso deve ser feito em secreto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Já&lt;/span&gt; viu as luzes da cidade? Parar para admirá-la e olhar para sua imensidão é um bom momento para reflexões, boas, construtivas, ou nem tanto, mas que, pelo menos, para ver como o tempo tem corrido e precisamos caminhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Marlon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Cássio&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/5354202481634147462/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-ja-viu-as-luzes-da-cidade.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/5354202481634147462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/5354202481634147462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/voce-ja-viu-as-luzes-da-cidade.html' title='Você já viu as luzes da cidade?'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3N1VBH_oYghJIldT1ofp3LBkslXWcag8N9GK9kD2qiRpddPZbqrH3wLoCaqhZODZy3fWY6-yd4bJmNFs-lk1FO6N-GWe2ETyWxA2_zwsyg6FYlCONyFrBDXJ6PLwmNI5qrrOYQaCJIFFp/s72-c/citylights.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-1322039947393250549</id><published>2011-10-05T13:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:27:42.608-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Perdão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/1wx23ijsYOE?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O Perdão - Ludmila Ferber e Ana Paula Nóbrega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;É preciso ceder para ganhar... É preciso pedir e dar perdão...﻿&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Como é difícil perdoar e se sentir perdoado. Liberar perdão não é algo tão simples como muitos pensam. Na minha caminhada até aqui tenho visto que abençoar através do perdão, do dar perdão é algo tão significante, tão necessário e singular que se torna complicado compreender quando o perdão é realmente liberado. Desafio ainda maior é liberar perdão a sim mesmo, pois se quando perdoamos nosso próximo o abençoamos, logo, ao nos perdoar de algo mal resolvido, mal sanado, abençoamos a nós mesmos. Então porque demoramos de nos abençoar? O perdão faz mais forte o coração. Ele nos faz livres de amarras e faz de nós&amp;nbsp;pessoas mais&amp;nbsp;feliz. É dando e recebendo perdão que fortificamos nossos relacionamentos e para isso é preciso reconhecer o erro. Reconhecer nossos erros já é um grande passo, senão o primeiro. Dando que se recebe. Comecemos primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Marlon Cássio&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/1322039947393250549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-perdao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/1322039947393250549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/1322039947393250549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-perdao.html' title='O Perdão'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-3672971314931566058</id><published>2011-09-30T13:52:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T13:53:38.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor não é daqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEB6wUEfUUTBsqpjBojhMI9yBavFnvkjfyt06FQYNprlnT9J0Q3_iUOSiCiIDot8Q98BYQFqsqOlFw8fsSYdavG-LzwHoGaqb4Aq5nT84ayK-4r8a1KoecksG-5vtYVmqh9irwlUsHjGH/s1600/ss.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxEB6wUEfUUTBsqpjBojhMI9yBavFnvkjfyt06FQYNprlnT9J0Q3_iUOSiCiIDot8Q98BYQFqsqOlFw8fsSYdavG-LzwHoGaqb4Aq5nT84ayK-4r8a1KoecksG-5vtYVmqh9irwlUsHjGH/s400/ss.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;amor  não é o que as coisas te proporcionam. O valor dele não é proporcional  ao valor das coisas deste mundo. Ele é superior sobre todas as coisas,  porque o amor não é tolo e nem passageiro. Este amor não viaja pelos  corações, mas neles repousa fazendo morada permanente. Não foge em  tempos de sofrimento, mas permanece como&amp;nbsp;anestesia&amp;nbsp;a qualquer dor. O  amor não é daqui, ele é superior.&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt; Denise Zwirtes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas quando a noite chega, a estátua justifica seu nome... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEtSLHszkD-e8eJHiAgsawP_F2LdrusOR_Kg9vv3FeWZmqIx_E-HvgaKUmfwHGFrKdf7YPaUaYxK8PCB7GanaIPEAclMiOX8WuVCIorvrpea6iK1DCb-Lt3CF5vnFzUS7rbcwIq_QKHFD/s1600/image002.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaEtSLHszkD-e8eJHiAgsawP_F2LdrusOR_Kg9vv3FeWZmqIx_E-HvgaKUmfwHGFrKdf7YPaUaYxK8PCB7GanaIPEAclMiOX8WuVCIorvrpea6iK1DCb-Lt3CF5vnFzUS7rbcwIq_QKHFD/s400/image002.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border=&quot;0&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;ecxyiv726875731ecxMsoNormalTable&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&quot;Às vezes, nossa vida é colocada de cabeça  para baixo, &lt;br /&gt;
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Cadê a cor? Cadê a graça das coisas? Entre o querer e o porque está um banco de dúvidas e é nele que existem muitos sentados - unfortunately - esperando o dia ter cor e a ter coragem para enfrentar as questões. Está tudo cinza, porque a falta de inspiração não permite que os dias tenham a intensidade necessária para valorar seus tons. Cadê a Faber Castell da vida??? Precisamos pintar o azul do céu, o verde da nossa esperança, o marrom da fé, mesmo que o amarelo da adversidade, mas também o vermelho da vitória e o laranja da saída. O que não podemos aceitar é o cinza da mornidão, porque os mornos são vomitados e depreciados.&lt;br /&gt;
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Marlon Cássio &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/6662975513926555199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/09/cade-cor.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6662975513926555199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6662975513926555199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/09/cade-cor.html' title='Cadê a cor?'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfzwwHW1JX0aa5FYBcoSfN5C6z6U5aGrSGHIaCDVC2mkixTJgF_64qNFwgaXXDNkDGnk3PG6Q1EmUTb-ehs9dvlFIDCHzifOU-YJlKQCgjzPpW272Zc2aNBLqajwvJzIXR57HDScnNPQj/s72-c/fotos-no-banco-sozinho-nb14433.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-695310805897694048</id><published>2011-09-07T12:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:34:36.126-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ajuda-me a ver o amor que me desperta pela manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkKFxhH_v3gmNS9HuxBogAUk7NsiwKTP5CrWc3gOV83Fiwaxir3KdbgjwgwUomT11cEbrx7Grf0bmvtj19cP42z4ZYlPyCWVjRjU1OWU9LTL0_vKt-Mv1yHEz8VGYP2eiUOSRXID0CtFZV/s1600/aleluia+idt.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkKFxhH_v3gmNS9HuxBogAUk7NsiwKTP5CrWc3gOV83Fiwaxir3KdbgjwgwUomT11cEbrx7Grf0bmvtj19cP42z4ZYlPyCWVjRjU1OWU9LTL0_vKt-Mv1yHEz8VGYP2eiUOSRXID0CtFZV/s400/aleluia+idt.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&quot;Certamente que a bondade e a misericórdia me seguirão todos os dias da minha vida;&quot; &lt;b&gt;(Salmos 23:6a)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Precisamos abrir a janela de um novo dia para vermos as maravilhas de Deus a nossa espera. Precisamos nos descontentar com a visão fechada do nosso quarto frio, escuro e sem novidade de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;- Senhor, ajuda-me a ver Tua bondade e misericórdia todos os dias para comigo, mesmo sem merecer. Mas creio que em todas as coisa existem um propósito e no fim renderemos unicamente a Ti a honra e glória. Obrigado por minhas manhãs, tardes, noite madrugadas, do jeito que elas forem. Obrigado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Image by: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.irmaosdt.com/&quot;&gt;www.irmaosdt.com&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/695310805897694048/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/09/certamente-que-bondade-e-misericordia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/695310805897694048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/695310805897694048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/09/certamente-que-bondade-e-misericordia.html' title='Ajuda-me a ver o amor que me desperta pela manhã'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkKFxhH_v3gmNS9HuxBogAUk7NsiwKTP5CrWc3gOV83Fiwaxir3KdbgjwgwUomT11cEbrx7Grf0bmvtj19cP42z4ZYlPyCWVjRjU1OWU9LTL0_vKt-Mv1yHEz8VGYP2eiUOSRXID0CtFZV/s72-c/aleluia+idt.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-6290251193568613355</id><published>2011-08-31T15:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T15:50:49.741-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sol da Justiça</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dkO6mHHNaZQANfYUsdXYs9WM-P-78Hb0zUArcwUneFCGOHJUjadlztt9u1vWLeaYmgA-OOjUSoThp0Fa42_g55q2yOL3UCPoPSBwW-PjyDToPrezHCXhKBxFqqvdFZ8FDZdk1-krvQlx/s1600/wallpaper_solDaJusti%25C3%25A7a.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dkO6mHHNaZQANfYUsdXYs9WM-P-78Hb0zUArcwUneFCGOHJUjadlztt9u1vWLeaYmgA-OOjUSoThp0Fa42_g55q2yOL3UCPoPSBwW-PjyDToPrezHCXhKBxFqqvdFZ8FDZdk1-krvQlx/s400/wallpaper_solDaJusti%25C3%25A7a.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas para vós, os que temeis o meu nome, nascerá o sol da justiça, e cura  trará nas suas asas; e saireis e saltareis como bezerros da estrebaria. &lt;b&gt;Malaquias 4:2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Senhor, brilha sobre nós, nasce sobre nós tua luz, pois as trevas não cessam no meio do povo. Cura-nos. Ai!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/6290251193568613355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/08/sol-da-justica.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6290251193568613355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/6290251193568613355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/08/sol-da-justica.html' title='Sol da Justiça'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3dkO6mHHNaZQANfYUsdXYs9WM-P-78Hb0zUArcwUneFCGOHJUjadlztt9u1vWLeaYmgA-OOjUSoThp0Fa42_g55q2yOL3UCPoPSBwW-PjyDToPrezHCXhKBxFqqvdFZ8FDZdk1-krvQlx/s72-c/wallpaper_solDaJusti%25C3%25A7a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-1849945212135997742</id><published>2011-08-25T09:18:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T09:19:19.538-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhecer - repost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtgsGovlEgL12smjNyYVY2hMWKZ3A7k21_zwLTKWUa8SJgPFc3L7dhCNaEMaVEO3MiCvOxISUQV5rnW-KOIPpG4v6cFQLpZj2yX6wNXZQaFCyBzcu5ZeCXl4yEQl-VS9VFlyC7Zbu7im3/s1600/019.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtgsGovlEgL12smjNyYVY2hMWKZ3A7k21_zwLTKWUa8SJgPFc3L7dhCNaEMaVEO3MiCvOxISUQV5rnW-KOIPpG4v6cFQLpZj2yX6wNXZQaFCyBzcu5ZeCXl4yEQl-VS9VFlyC7Zbu7im3/s400/019.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Amanhecer! Nunca  saberemos o que virá após o surgimento do sol. Não saberemos se  continuaremos vivos, se seremos felizes mais uma vez ou se seremos  tristes mais uma vez. Quando o dia amanhece temos uma única certeza: a  manhã chegou e a noite, talvez fria e longa, já se passou. Quando vemos o  sol aparecer atrás da montanha não temos certeza de mais nada, além da  de que temos mais um dia para viver, seja ele como for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Na nossa vida,  todos os dias e em todas as situações, acontece dessa forma. Em meio a  tantos problemas, provações e batalhas não sabemos se desejamos  amanhecer ou desistir. Quando as noites da nossa vida são tristes e  chorosas podemos até pensar em desistir, mas não devemos. Quanto maior a  luta maior será a vitória.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Tenho uma boa  notícia para você que se encontra num lugar apertado, acordado numa  madrugada da vida. Na Palavra do Senhor diz que &lt;b&gt;o choro pode durar uma noite, mas a alegria vem pela manhã&lt;/b&gt;.  Então não se desespere, vai amanhecer pra você também. Há esperança.  Espere chegar o novo dia. Eu e você não sabemos o que vem amanhã, pode  ser melhor ou pior que o dia de hoje, mas nunca será o mesmo, e mais,  amanhá é dia de tentar concertar algo, de viver algo, sonhar algo,  esperar algo. Novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Não vou me preocupar, vai amanhecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Não se preocupe, vai amanhecer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #666666; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Marlon Cássio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Clique no título da postagem e acesse à original, em 03.09.2010.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/feeds/1849945212135997742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/08/amanhecer-repost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/1849945212135997742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5704815049183681538/posts/default/1849945212135997742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marloncassiomlp.blogspot.com/2011/08/amanhecer-repost.html' title='Amanhecer - repost'/><author><name>Marlon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186347481105568800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmeD5MGQEJzKpzgicA2yOuD_SNASyojiuc8eQwpfd7pfhGqAxd5yvusPC0nIaa24o5t60gvLjYrEF3qKjXOYsa8wKmjKiy7dRi8AfkajwK74BaUQAFkLMMFF5uFIeBdg/s1600/*'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtgsGovlEgL12smjNyYVY2hMWKZ3A7k21_zwLTKWUa8SJgPFc3L7dhCNaEMaVEO3MiCvOxISUQV5rnW-KOIPpG4v6cFQLpZj2yX6wNXZQaFCyBzcu5ZeCXl4yEQl-VS9VFlyC7Zbu7im3/s72-c/019.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5704815049183681538.post-6296337598507614670</id><published>2011-08-17T16:13:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:24:04.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque para Deus não haverá impossíveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;Ilustração: Alysson Tato; Fonte: &lt;a href=&quot;http://portaldt.com/nao-havera-impossiveis/&quot;&gt;http://portaldt.com/nao-havera-impossiveis/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A montanha é alta? As rochas são grandes? E a força para escalá-la, tem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Por que será que quando temos uma adversidade grande todas as coisas conspiram contra nosso sucesso? As coisas perdem a cor, o chão se seca, o ar acaba, as forças não são repostas, a fome aumenta e a fé, a nossa fé, é provada a todo instante. Mas lá no intímo do nosso ser, no mais profundo, existem motivações que persistem, ainda que abaladas. Mesmo com nossas esperanças enterradas sob a terra seca e estéril precisamos crê na chuva de Deus sobre ela. Ah, querido(a) leitor(a), é tão difícil ter esperança nesses momentos, é tão difícil louvar na seca... Subir a montanha nesse tempo é doído e desesperador, mas impossível não. Podemos temer, mas incapazes não somos, podemos até estar desmotivados, mas destruídos não, acabados não, pois Aquele que começou a boa obra é capaz de terminá-la. Por que para Deus o nosso impossível se torna possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Jesus, porém, olhando para eles, disse: Para os homens é impossível, mas não para Deus, porque para Deus todas as coisas são possíveis. (&lt;strong&gt;Marcos 10:27)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Marlon Cássio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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