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Nossa vida é um quebra cabeça, as
peças estão diante de nós, mas completá-las leva tempo. Todos nós buscamos e
almejamos felicidade seja nos relacionamentos, na vida espiritual, física,
emocional e profissional. A raridade e o grande mistério são quando todas as
peças estão encaixadas, mas nunca vi nenhum ser humano com todas as peças
montadas ao longo da vida. &lt;/div&gt;
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Existe sim dias que conseguimos montar
todo o nosso quebra cabeça, e são dias e momentos que nos sentimos felizes e
realizados, mas logo temos que montar outros quebra cabeças, pois o nível de
dificuldade aumenta. Quando somos crianças achamos engraçado juntar as peças e
misturá-las, quando somos adultos analisamos peça por peça, às vezes trocamos
de quebra-cabeças e muitos de nós colamos as peças em forma de quadro, talvez
para que ninguém arranque dali ou para que não tenhamos mais a dificuldade de
solucionar os desafios. Só que a vida é puro desafio. &lt;/div&gt;
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No meio de tantos desafios
descobri que Deus é a peça fundamental. É a primeira peça que devemos segurar
para que possamos encontrar todas as outras peças que ainda faltam. Temos que
lembrar também que na medida em que encontramos as peças, Deus coloca novos
desafios em nossas mãos e nós podemos escolher o quebra cabeça, mas a principal
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Mais um ano está acabando e ano
que vem será um novo livro escrito. Não podemos apagar nossas histórias quando
algo deu errado, mas podemos escolher outros caminhos e tentar novamente. Agradeço
a Deus por 2011. Agradeço pela cura que tanto pedi. Agradeço por muitas coisas
que aconteceram sem eu pedir. Agradeço pelo novo entendimento que tem me dado. &lt;/div&gt;
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As mudanças nas nossas vidas
começam de dentro pra fora, e não ao contrário. Temos a mania de pedir a Deus
coisas materiais e profissionais, mas sempre nos esquecemos de pedir que mude
algo em nosso ser que sabemos que nos atrapalha. Temos a mania de querer “mudar”
os outros, mas não olhamos para o nosso próprio umbigo. Ninguém é perfeito,
podemos apenas ser aperfeiçoados e só somos aperfeiçoados quando damos conta
dos nossos próprios erros, e não no erro dos outros. Estamos a cada dia em
transformação e construção e a idéia é que possamos crescer e amadurecer, não
lamentar. Jamais devemos colocar vinho novo em odre velho. Este é o meu desejo
pra todos nós em 2012: odres novos e que o vinho novo seja a cada dia apurado e
aperfeiçoado para a cada tempo certo ser brindado.&lt;/div&gt;
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Um feliz 2012 a todos!&lt;/div&gt;
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Muita fé, muito amor, muito
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São nos momentos mais conturbados
das nossas vidas que paramos para analisar o que faz sentido ou não. Às vezes
parar tudo o que estamos fazendo é necessário. A família, os amigos e muitos
poderão não entender nada, mas aos poucos uma peça de cada vez é colocada no
lugar e novas coisas começam a acontecer.&lt;/div&gt;
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Vivemos num período que ninguém
tem paciência com ninguém. Somos cobrados o tempo todo e não estamos livres de
eventuais conturbações. Mas, podemos escolher o silêncio, podemos escolher
mergulhar no mar ou num rio e deixar que por alguns minutos a água nos leve. É
isso que nos tornará leve, bem leve. É neste momento que Deus falará apenas
conosco. A carga pesada já não é nossa, mas DELE.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aos poucos damos um fim em toda a
confusão e começamos a agir de forma coerente, sem prejudicarmos aqueles aos
quais amamos. Novos caminhos surgem e notamos que os momentos mais alegres são
aqueles que estamos com pessoas, geralmente rindo. Sabe aquelas pessoas
incríveis que conseguem arrancar gargalhadas da gente? Pois é, esses momentos
passam muito rápido e não queremos que passem. E em contrapartida, existem
momentos que são tão ruins que demoram a passar. Por isso, temos que valorizar
e priorizar tudo aquilo que nos sorrir. &lt;/div&gt;
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Às vezes para a gente sorrir é
necessário arrancar ou se afastar de pessoas que um dia amamos, não porque
deixamos de amá-las, mas porque nos causaram dores ou marcas por terem
debochado da gente. Todos que debocham vivem a cantar e não se importam com as
lágrimas que deixamos rolar. &lt;/div&gt;
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num rio nos levará ao silêncio do nosso coração. &lt;/div&gt;
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E a vida começa a fazer
sentido...&lt;/div&gt;
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Paciência é algo que todos
almejam, mas a maioria quer arrancá-la de nós. ESPERAR em Deus não significa
ficar parado esperando que tudo caia de repente do céu, mas ter a CERTEZA que
exatamente tudo aquilo que você quer ou planejou será concretizado. O tempo não
para consertarmos velhos erros, mas pára para nos mostrar novos sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;
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Quando entregamos as nossas vidas nas mãos de Deus; é ELE o responsável por conduzi-la. É ELE quem tem o controle de tudo. É ELE quem conhece os nossos medos e nos ajuda. Para muitos, esta fé e confiança em Deus pode parecer ridícula, mas não é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/951849723572768159-7189327297251723959?l=fernandartista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/sKbxA/~4/MouXh0ek4ZE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://fernandartista.blogspot.com/feeds/7189327297251723959/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=951849723572768159&amp;postID=7189327297251723959" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951849723572768159/posts/default/7189327297251723959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/951849723572768159/posts/default/7189327297251723959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/sKbxA/~3/MouXh0ek4ZE/vida-e-imprevisivel.html" title="A vida é imprevisível" /><author><name>Fernanda Valente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01421059067620654586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SwkkslQUaYs/S62dFF8h0EI/AAAAAAAAAa0/qI6__M1o2u0/S220/IMG_7229.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9irju2b2xgI/Ttgv5RyxxjI/AAAAAAAABO8/4lDnvimmlJk/s72-c/011.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://fernandartista.blogspot.com/2011/12/vida-e-imprevisivel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UHR3czfSp7ImA9WhRRFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951849723572768159.post-4585915728956191561</id><published>2011-11-30T09:06:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:07:16.985-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T09:07:16.985-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><title>Momentos</title><content type="html">
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Obrigada Senhor pelo recomeço&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada Senhor por tudo!&lt;br /&gt;
Sem o seu amor, não sei o que seria...&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada pela minha família, amigos e por tudo que tem me ensinado&lt;br /&gt;
Apesar dos meus erros&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigada por morar em meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;
TE AMO DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por Fernanda Santiago Valente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogF1IgDDBHE/TrAfY26diZI/AAAAAAAABOM/DB1gjX9RSF8/s1600/davieGolias%25281%2529.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ogF1IgDDBHE/TrAfY26diZI/AAAAAAAABOM/DB1gjX9RSF8/s320/davieGolias%25281%2529.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Porém Saul disse a Davi: Contra este filisteu não poderás ir para pelejar com ele; pois tu ainda és moço, e ele homem de guerra desde a sua mocidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;1 Samuel 17:33-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O medo batia na porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Era o medo de falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O medo de botar pra
fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sentimentos e
expressões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O medo lhe
aprisionava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Entregava seus sonhos
aos outros e lamentava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Até que um dia alguém
lhe falou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;_Vá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Não conseguia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;_Vá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O coração
disparava...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;_Vá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Fechou os olhos e
sobre um piscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Decidiu encarar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A vida é pura
adrenalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;E o medo um inimigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que a cada momento é
preciso matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O medo é aquilo que
você simplesmente acha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Que não pode
conquistar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Mas aos poucos é
notável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;A regra é não
desistir de sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;O coração bate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Diante de tudo que
quer encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por Fernanda Santiago Valente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;
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&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE3DlSPP7nM/TqhvSowdqgI/AAAAAAAABN8/1sqc1EbAfjg/s1600/vidapresente.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nE3DlSPP7nM/TqhvSowdqgI/AAAAAAAABN8/1sqc1EbAfjg/s400/vidapresente.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faça com que saibamos como são poucos os dias da nossa vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;para que tenhamos um coração sábio. Salmo 90.12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hoje é o dia mais importante da
nossa vida faça chuva ou faça sol. O amanhã sempre será incerto, por mais que
tenhamos planejado tantas coisas, mas isso não significa que tenhamos que
encarar a nossa vida com irresponsabilidade. Saber que o nosso tempo aqui na
terra é limitado é poder escolher viver da forma que faz o nosso coração bater.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Alguns morrem jovens e na
verdade, ansiamos morrer na velhice, de preferência dormindo. Mas às vezes a
vida nos pega de surpresa: um acidente, uma doença, e lá se foi a nossa vida
aqui na terra. Raramente pensamos na morte e todos nós de alguma maneira queremos
deixar marcas, lembranças e saudades. Por isso, hoje é importante.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Viver a vida da melhor maneira não
significa obter a melhor posição social, profissional ou intelectual, mas sim
causar excelentes impressões na vida daqueles que te cercam. A vida é um presente
repleto de gestos. Somos falhos e erraremos nossos passos algumas vezes, mas
tomaremos o maior cuidado para não falharmos com aqueles que amamos e que
sorriem para nós. &lt;/div&gt;
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Quem já perdeu um pai, uma mãe,
um filho ou um amigo querido, que amava viver, sabe qual é a dor de não ter
mais aquele sorriso por perto e vive o tempo todo protegendo aqueles que ainda
lhe restam. Isso pode ser uma autodefesa, mas nunca estamos preparados para
perder alguém que amamos. &lt;/div&gt;
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E nisso tudo, ficam as marcas.
Por que algumas pessoas são tão inesquecíveis e outras nem tanto? O inesquecível
é um sorriso, uma palavra de amor, uma conversa fiada debaixo de gargalhadas,
um presente inesperado, um abraço apertado, uma música ou poesia que alguém fez
só pra você. Inesquecível é um olhar sincero, a ingenuidade, o beijo roubado. Tudo
isso são abraços que a vida dá na gente. &lt;/div&gt;
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Faça chuva ou faça sol, mesmo que
tenha passado uma noite mal dormida repleta de tristezas e decepções, note que
o tempo aqui é limitado. Apesar de tudo, vale a pena sorrir e sua família, por
mais torta e doida que seja é o bem mais precioso que Deus lhe deu. Nunca sinta
medo de recomeçar. Aceite o presente que Deus lhe deu hoje! Esteja ao lado
daqueles que vibram verdadeiramente com você, assim, do jeito que você é:
distraído, melancólico, sorridente, ingênuo, mas VOCÊ. Nunca bata no peito
dizendo: eu não me arrependo. Na verdade, nos arrependemos de muitas coisas
sim, mas que isso, sirva para viver uma nova vida SEM ARREPENDIMENTOS. &lt;/div&gt;
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A melhor maneira de viver a vida
eterna aqui na terra hoje é deixar de murmurar e consertar o que está errado. Afinal,
o nosso tempo aqui é limitado. &lt;/div&gt;
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Dentro dos olhos podemos enxergar
o interior do ser humano. Num olhar encontramos tristezas, preocupação,
alegrias, paixão, amor, rejeição, ciúmes, mentiras... Só não conseguimos
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Existem pessoas que falam com o
olhar e adoro isso. É andar em sintonia, captar sentimentos sem precisar falar
nada. Pra que provar sentimentos com palavras se os olhos são capazes de falar
tudo? &lt;/div&gt;
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Tudo começa num olhar: uma
amizade, um amor. O olhar conhece a hora de falar, a hora de abraçar, de beijar
e gargalhar. Um olhar conhece os gestos que não são bem vindos. Só um olhar
consegue torna-se cúmplice de outro olhar. Um olhar é capaz de ler o seu coração
e com sentimentos é capaz de completar aquilo que está incompleto. &lt;/div&gt;
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Um olhar sincero alivia dores,
acalma, traz paz... por isso, nunca desvie o olhar de quem é capaz de ler os
seus olhos, seja amizade, seja amor. &lt;/div&gt;
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Qualidades e defeitos. Sapatos confortáveis e alguns que causam calos. Todo ser humano tem o lado bom e o ruim. Fazemos coisas agradáveis e também desagradáveis. Geramos expectativas e frustramos alguns. Somos tolerantes e na maioria das vezes intolerantes. Levamos anos para construir uma duradoura amizade de cumplicidade, mas somos capazes de destruir tudo isso num simples segundo ou piscar de olhos. &lt;/div&gt;
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Lembramos sim das coisas boas que um dia nos fizeram, mas algumas coisas são tão ruins que se destacam, sabe aquilo que é melhor apagar e fazer de conta que nunca existiu na sua vida? Pois é. Acho maravilhoso perdoar, mas alguns não sabem pedir perdão. Vejo que o pior defeito de um ser humano não é o ciúme, ira, gula, preguiça, pois isso daí é questão de se controlar. O pior defeito do ser humano é a cobiça, a inveja, a traição, a soberba. Digo isso porque o diabo cobiçava o poder de Deus, invejava a sua maneira de ter construído o mundo, traiu a confiança de Deus seduzindo trinta por cento dos anjos e encheu o peito de soberba e disse: _Farei tudo melhor que você Deus. &lt;/div&gt;
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Eis aí a guerra de coisas boas e ruins. Uma luta espiritual que sempre existiu, mas que os 70% de forças boas ainda prevalecem. Podemos escolher. Bato palmas para as pessoas que reconhecem a força de Deus, conquistando sonhos com garra sem destruir ninguém que passa pelo seu caminho, sem levar vantagem. O diabo é cínico, bonito, elegante e cheio de classe. Claro que conquistou o coração de Deus, mas em questão de segundos foi capaz de destruir toda a amizade e cumplicidade. &lt;/div&gt;
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Deus quer que levemos em conta as coisas boas que podemos fazer e construir, não para a nossa vaidade, mas para o bem daquele que está ao nosso lado. Deus mandou o diabo para o abismo, devemos fazer o mesmo com aqueles que nos cobiçam, traem, invejam ou nos desprezam. Lembremos que Deus é a força maior, apesar de tantas coisas ruins que nos acontecem. &lt;/div&gt;
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Carregamos em nosso ser 70% de qualidades, 30% de defeitos. O que merece destaque? Quais os defeitos que merecem ser jogados no abismo? Somos livres para escolher. O sol nasce para justos e injustos. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Quais os passos que devemos seguir?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Os passos que os nossos professores
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Os passos que projetamos para as nossas
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Às vezes nossos passos estão cambaleados&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;A platéia ri&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Poucos estão dispostos a ajustar nossos
passos nesses momentos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Um tombo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;É uma forte gargalhada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;E retornamos nossos passos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Nossos pais insistem que sejam firmes e rápidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Os professores esperam os melhores
resultados&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;E nos levantamos encabulados&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Levantamos nossas mãos ao alto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Gritamos:_Oh Deus! Quais são os passos?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;Deus nos responde: _ Continue do jeito que
estão; com vontade de prosseguir. Nem muito a frente, nem lá atrás, mas aqui,
segurando as minhas mãos. EU dou a direção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Para muitas pessoas, o mundo é tão
incompreensível quanto&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;o coelhinho que
um mágico tira da cartola que. Aos poucos instantes, estava vazia.&lt;/div&gt;
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No caso do coelhinho, sabemos
perfeitamente que o mágico nos iludiu. Quando falamos sobre o mundo, as coisas
são um pouco diferentes. Sabemos que o mundo não é mentira ou ilusão, pois
estamos vivendo nele, somos parte dele. No fundo, somos o coelhinho branco que é
tirado da cartola. A única diferença entre nós e o coelhinho branco é que o
coelhinho não sabe que está participando de um truque de mágica. Conosco é
diferente. Sabemos que estamos fazendo parte de algo misterioso e gostaríamos
de poder explicar como tudo funciona. &lt;/div&gt;
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PS. Quanto ao coelhinho branco,
talvez seja melhor compará-lo com todo o universo. Nós, que vivemos aqui, somos
os bichinhos microscópicos que vivem na base dos pêlos do coelho. Mas os filósofos
tentam subir na base para a ponta dos finos pêlos, a fim de poder olhar bem
dentro dos olhos do grande mágico. &lt;/div&gt;
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(O Mundo de Sofia, de Jostein
Gaarder, Cia. Das Letras).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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_A sensação foi maravilhosa. Bem
que você me avisou&lt;/div&gt;
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_Se sentiu livre?&lt;/div&gt;
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_Sim! E ao mesmo tempo notei a
dificuldade de observar tudo, prestar atenção em tudo&lt;/div&gt;
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_Isso. Pelos espelhos você passa
a ser responsável não só por você, mas sim pelos outros. &lt;/div&gt;
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_A psicóloga já havia falado
sobre isso... &lt;/div&gt;
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_Não tem problema. Isto é
recomeçar... Sinta-se com 20 anos, mas exigindo a experiência que só os 30 lhe
dá. &lt;/div&gt;
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_Bem que você falou que seria
necessário mais de 300 dias. Primeiro enxerguei a transformação, acho que os
dias que me restam referem-se aos encontros... aos encontros...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;As folhas caíram em estações passadas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Folhas perdidas em outras estradas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Folhas pisadas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Folhas machucadas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Folhas firmes que não poderiam cair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;As folhas fortes também caem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Caem num rio, caem num mar, caem nas ruas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Algumas são varridas como lixo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Outras se transformam em adubo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Para a plantação de outras árvores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Que nascem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #003366;"&gt;Em novas estações&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se não bate dentro de você a
vontade de mudar alguns quadros é porque não existe razão. Desperta! Acorda!
Veja! Os sinos tocam. Alguns andarão pelas mesmas ruas sem descobrir outras
rotas, ouvirão as mesmas músicas, continuarão lendo os mesmos livros, não
aceitarão as mudanças.&lt;/div&gt;
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Existe um encontro dentro da
gente que nos pulsa a seguir. É a idéia. É o novo. É a inquietação. Não estamos
conformados. Os sistemas ainda manipulam, roubam nossa identidade, destroem
nossos sonhos, nossas possibilidades...&lt;/div&gt;
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Os sistemas são velhos. Todo o
momento nos leva a competição. É o jogo. Morre quem tem a informação. Se não
morrem são considerados loucos, deprimidos, bipolares... é a atualidade! Dorme
quem continua no círculo. Desperta quem pensa... &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;“Pessoas manipulam pessoas. Deus não
manipula pessoas”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Dance e cante debaixo do chuveiro
quando estiver feliz ou chore tudo que puder. Faça uma oração de respostas ou
de gratidão. Debaixo do chuveiro. Deixe a alma ser lavada e a pele
transformada. &lt;/div&gt;
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Dance e cante debaixo do
chuveiro.&lt;/div&gt;
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Chore e ore debaixo do chuveiro.&lt;/div&gt;
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Debaixo do chuveiro as lágrimas
se vão&lt;/div&gt;
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Debaixo do chuveiro a alegria
salta com bolas de sabão&lt;/div&gt;
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Água quente, água fria...&lt;/div&gt;
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A água fria pra arrancar toda a
ressaca ou depressão&lt;/div&gt;
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Água quente para esquentar o frio
coração...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Debaixo do chuveiro se não tiver
um rio ou uma cachoeira &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Debaixo do chuveiro se não tiver
um mar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Porque a água purifica e libera
novas energias&lt;/div&gt;
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Alma limpa!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Arrancando a tristeza&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Perfumando a alegria&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto você corre pelo jardim,
a vida de alguns adultos passa. Sorria tudo menina e não almeje calçar
rapidamente os saltos altos. Os primeiros passos cambaleiam e quando estiver
totalmente segura, irá cair. Não desejo que tu caias menina. No entanto, use os
saltos no tempo certo e não tenha pressa. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
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A graça de hoje é se alegrar com
a borboleta que pousa no seu ombro e que você não consegue segurar. Suas
fantasias são tão reais menina, que você até conversa com as flores, faz
desenho em nuvens e dá nomes.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
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Você chora quando rala o joelho,
quando cai na lama ou num bueiro, mas em questão de minutos esquece. Você ainda
é criança menina e o tempo chegará para ti. As fantasias serão rasgadas e você
passará a escrever sonhos. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Daqui uns anos você se olhará no
espelho, verás que belos eram os teus cabelos, para certas coisas carregará
arrependimento, em outras, terá a experiência, aprenderá com o erro dos outros
e com os próprios erros. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Sempre duvide do que é certo ou
errado. O que é errado para alguns poderá ser certo para ti, mas isso não
significa ter que prejudicar alguém. Machucar alguém nunca é certo menina. Mas
a notícia ruim é que mesmo não querendo você machucará alguém, e da mesma forma
será machucada. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
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Não tenha medo de se doar a um
sonho ou causa. E por favor, menina, quando isso acontecer, jamais espere algo
em troca, pois você sempre receberá o que tanto espera naquilo que achar improvável.
&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
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Com um tempo você verá que tudo é
um MILAGRE. &lt;/div&gt;
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Por isso menina, solte
gargalhadas, pois com elas os adultos ainda conseguem sorrir... assim, olhando
para ti.&lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Jamais deixe alguém lhe dizer que
Deus não existe. Nos momentos tristes é ELE quem vai lhe ajudar. E você menina,
vai cair, chorar, vai querer de volta lantejoulas e serpentinas, mas entenderá.
A VIDA é real menina. Mas isso não significa que não chorarás de alegrias. &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Ame, mesmo que não entendam o seu
AMOR, pois amor não é algo pra ser entendido, apenas VIVIDO. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ah, menina!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
Espero que você faça o melhor...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;É doce
o perfume das flores, que com frutas, dão sabor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;É primavera,
o tempo das cores que se preparam para o calor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Modificamos
nossos armários&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Trocamos
nossos tons&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Encontramos
outros sentidos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E vemos
que nada foi perdido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Na
primavera, o dia é comprido&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Doce,
cheiroso, florido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;
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Obs: musiquinha que relembra uma coreografia do meu antigo
grupo de dança&lt;/div&gt;
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Podemos escolher entre a
melancolia ou a alegria. A melancolia enfeita a poesia, grita a dor e chora. A
melancolia clama pela alegria e às vezes elas se encontram, quando entendem
suas mágoas, rancores e desamores. &lt;/div&gt;
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Na alegria a melancolia dança.
Ela franze a testa, morde os lábios, sorri torto e pede uma música. Neste
instante ela dança como se nunca tivesse chorado e quando a música para de
tocar sempre pergunta: _Por que não é todo o tempo assim?&lt;/div&gt;
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É a nossa vida. É a nossa poesia
de cada dia, que com muito esforço fugimos da melancolia, porque tristeza sem
motivo é falta de fé ou ousadia. Para Mário Quintana, a melancolia é apenas uma
“maneira romântica de ficar triste”. Românticos tristes? Sim!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sem tristeza não há romance, já
que para Victor Hugo “a melancolia é a felicidade de ser triste”. &lt;/div&gt;
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Um romântico nato é aquele que
viveu ou experimentou as dores da tristeza, mas mesmo assim, todo o tempo busca
a alegria. A melancolia passa, a melancolia volta, a melancolia se entrega a
poesia, toca uma ou várias músicas e enfim, dança. Sim, ela dança como se fosse
a ultima música. Essa alegria que ela abraça que não quer que a arranquem dela.
É assim como o Rei Davi, errou, chorou, buscou a alegria e entre choros e tropeços,
se levantou. A melancolia é pura. Deus deve ser melancólico porque mesmo que
chore conosco em nossas fraquezas, ELE nos convida a dançar em nossas alegrias.
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
A poesia que dança é o sonho do romântico que tem fé,
esperança e amor. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;És bela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993366;"&gt;Tão bela que incomoda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Na VIDA são erros e acertos.
Alguns erros conseguimos consertar, outros não. Pessoas entram e saem das
nossas vidas, outras retornam como se jamais tivessem saído. E também fazemos o
mesmo na vida das pessoas. Os melhores momentos e lembranças sempre serão
guardados. E os que nos fizeram mal é melhor nem lembrarmos porque senão será
impossível enxergar o que está diante de nós.&lt;/div&gt;
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A absoluta certeza que eu sei é
que não sei nada da vida. Às vezes achamos que sabemos tudo, no entanto, só
complicamos. A gente mais erra nessa vida que acerta, mas aprendemos. Quando
entendemos nossos erros tudo se modifica e a VIDA vai de encontro ao rumo
principal: algo que chamo de graça.&lt;/div&gt;
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Todas as pessoas neste mundo
possuem desejos e sonhos. Buscamos aceitação em todos eles. Às vezes abrimos
mão de sonhos e desejos para sermos aceitos pela pessoa ou pessoas que amamos.
Isso é lindo, mas não é bom. Tudo o que nos reprime não é bom. &lt;/div&gt;
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Às vezes acreditamos cegamente em
pessoas que não deveríamos acreditar, contamos nossos anseios para alguém que
jamais deveria saber e desprezamos pessoas que estavam o tempo todo ali para
nos ajudar. É sempre assim. &lt;/div&gt;
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Ao tomar consciência dos nossos
erros, somos capazes de recomeçar de uma forma diferente. Saberemos que os
amigos de verdade são aqueles que jamais nos fecham a porta e não nos farão
perguntas. Os amigos de verdade dão um longo abraço, choram, riem conosco, nos
deixam a vontade para falarmos o que quisermos, quando nos sentirmos prontos.
Amigos aconselham e jamais nos jogam num poço.&lt;/div&gt;
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Os amigos de verdade não são
aqueles que aparecem repugnantes contando vantagens sobre si, mas sim aqueles
que a todo o momento perguntam: Como vai você? Amigos de verdade não geram
disputa. Eles seguram nossas mãos e dizem: Estou ao seu lado. &lt;/div&gt;
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Amigos de verdade entendem quando
queremos ficar sozinhos... Às vezes ficamos ou optamos ficar sozinhos. E são
nestes momentos que podemos refletir todas as passagens de nossas vidas, um
momento nostálgico, não para voltar ao passado, mas sim, perceber que existiram
muitos momentos lindos e repletos de significados. São as lembranças que fazem
o nosso coração disparar de saudade. E se o coração bater de saudade por algo
foi porque ali VIVEMOS. &lt;/div&gt;
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Nos momentos de solidão é que
enxergamos DEUS, um amigo fiel, que mesmo quando batemos a nossa porta na cara dele,
fica o tempo inteiro ali esperando o nosso perdão, para que possa nos
aconselhar, dando uma nova direção. ELE é um amigo que nos dá uma bronca, mas
uma bronca repleta de amor. Acho que é por isso que ele é tão misericordioso e
sublime. &lt;/div&gt;
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Quando confessamos e entregamos a
ELE nossos medos, dúvidas, desejos, sonhos, pesadelos e principalmente aqueles
erros que sempre cometemos e que não conseguimos mudar, mesmo assim, ele nos
aceita. Deus acredita em tudo o que faz o nosso coração disparar. Mas Deus é
VIDA. Ele quer nos transformar em pessoas que assim como ELE sabem perdoar e
amar. &lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo que ninguém a nossa volta
nos sorria, nos encoraje ou nos aplauda, Deus nos sorri, nos encoraja e nos
aplaude. Por isso, a nossa gratidão diária pela VIDA é a ELE, pois o
entendimento para tudo o que perdemos ou deixamos, ELE nos dará no tempo certo.
Que possamos chegar a conclusão das nossas vidas compreendendo o que é
sabedoria e amadurecimento. A VIDA é uma lição e nosso AMIGO está ao nosso
lado. &lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;SEMPRE! &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Me perdi de mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Me tranquei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mas, retornei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E voltei a sentir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;O meu coração&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Bater&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Abri a janela&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Deixei a luz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Entrar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mudei tudo de lugar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Peguei agendas velhas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;E encontrei sonhos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Escritos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Que tentaram me roubar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Retornei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Voltei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;A acreditar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlWZ3v5NUjE/TnQ0fkIVjiI/AAAAAAAABMY/fGGF6nYdkp8/s1600/DSCF1065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlWZ3v5NUjE/TnQ0fkIVjiI/AAAAAAAABMY/fGGF6nYdkp8/s320/DSCF1065.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Foi escrito em 2000. Este amigo não era crente... rs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Pra gente nunca esquecer que os amigos acreditam na gente (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Para eu lembrar que a nossa personalidade não muda (2000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Para eu nunca mais perder o foco e viver meus verdadeiros propósitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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