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" Se não for hoje, um dia será.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Há quem diga que as amizades são efêmeras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas se forem verdadeiras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não há distância e tempo que as separem.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A amizade não se restringe a momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E sim a uma vida inteira de confiança e companheirismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tenho a certeza de que não estamos sós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amizade é algo que muitos tentam definir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas eu diria que é um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;mais lapidado, esse que sentimos pelos nossos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amizade é ter a certeza que podemos falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;com os amigos sobre nossas conquistas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;e eles ficarão felizes e nunca com inveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amizade é um barco seguro, navegando em águas calmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;é a certeza de sermos importantes e de termos para os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;amigos um grande valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Amizade é &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;poder contar com alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;que mesmo estando distante se preocupada com&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;e de alguma forma que lhe ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;" A amizade desenvolve a felicidade e reduz o sofrimento, duplicando a nossa alegria e dividindo a nossa dor." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; font-family: inherit; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Joseph Addison)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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mas também me fez perceber que a cada queda é possível          levantar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; você não me orientou          com base nas próprias experiências,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt; mas demonstrou que em cada experiência existe uma lição a ser aprendida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;você não colocou modelos de conduta,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;mas apontou aquelas cujas condutas não deveriam ser seguidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;você não foi          um condutor de destinos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;mas sim o farol que apontou para um caminho de honestidade e de Bem.&lt;br /&gt;
Pai, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;você não acusou meus erros e nem sempre aplaudio os meus acertos,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;mas me perguntou se houve percepção dos caminhos que me levaram&amp;nbsp; a esses          fins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Pai, você me ensinou a amar e ser amada,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;me ajudou nos momentos que mais precisava de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;É por isso e por muito outros motivos que quero te agradecer por tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;que você fez e faz comigo a cada dia. Obrigada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS,Verdana,Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000033; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mesmo  se um dia meus pensamentos não fizerem o que mais gosta , meu coração  vai continuar fazendo o que mais ama , amar você."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tiago  Augusto da Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ao caminhar eu encontro a paz que tanto almejava. Longe de todas as injustiças e violências que giram ao meu redor, com a esperança de que eu encontre uma luz no fim do túnel. Uma luz que me guie e me dê a esperança de que existem dias melhores,&amp;nbsp; que todos os momentos que vivemos são efêmeros e cabe a nós decidir como agir a cada um deles, pois tudo o ocorre são consequências&amp;nbsp; de nossas ações. Por isso o nosso futuro está em nossas mãos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" Não sobrecarregues os teus dias com preocupações desnecessárias, a fim de que não percas a oportunidade de viver com alegria."&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (André Luiz) &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já escondi um AMOR com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um AMOR por escondê-lo. &lt;br /&gt;
Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. &lt;br /&gt;
Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;br /&gt;
Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;
Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem.&lt;br /&gt;
Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.&lt;br /&gt;
Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir.&lt;br /&gt;
Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi.&lt;br /&gt;
Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto.&lt;br /&gt;
Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir.&lt;br /&gt;
Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.&lt;br /&gt;
Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.&lt;br /&gt;
Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;
Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse.&lt;br /&gt;
Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.&lt;br /&gt;
Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.&lt;br /&gt;
Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;
Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;br /&gt;
Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... Já tive medo  do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".&lt;br /&gt;
Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.&lt;br /&gt;
Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.&lt;br /&gt;
Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.&lt;br /&gt;
Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda.&lt;br /&gt;
Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas  pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais  para mim.&lt;br /&gt;
Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;
Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;
Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE! &lt;br /&gt;
Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais  poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos  sentimentos mais fortes.&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. &lt;br /&gt;
Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco q eu vou dizer: &lt;br /&gt;
- E daí? EU ADORO VOAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr0" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava escuro e sombrio naquela noite, o vento me acariciava levemente no rosto, levando o meu perfume pelas demais ruas desertas da cidade. Andei procurando um caminho mas apenas encontrei as folhas do outono dançando como se fossem bailarinas... Resolvi sentar um pouco e esperar o doce encanto da lua, enquanto isso cantarolava baixando, quando percebi que estava sendo observada, fiquei quieta e olhei para os lados atrás do meu admirador, porém nada encontrava. Levantei-me e o procurei, ele estava atrás de uma árvore, não reconheci o garoto encapuzado. O rapaz sorriu levemente para mim e começou a aproximar-se suavemente. Enquanto se aproximava ia baixando delicadamente seu capuz, e foi ai que vi o seu olhar majestoso, fiquei encantada com tal rosto. Agora estávamos frente a frente, e o silêncio nos rodeava como o vento numa noite fria. Então, aproximou suas delicadas mãos do meu rosto e o tocou suavemente, logo depois colocando meu cabelo atrás da minha orelha. Não sabia como reagir a tal fato, apenas o observava. Deu-me um leve beijo no rosto e partiu sem dizer uma palavra. Então o despertador toca, e tudo não passava de um lindo sonho. E sempre era o mesmo sonho encantado.&amp;nbsp; Passava o dia&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;esperando pelo anoitecer para encontrá-lo novamente, esperando o dia em que ele deixasse de ser meu sonho passando a ser minha realidade eterna.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Costumamos perder muito tempo tentando nos definir, ou até mesmo os outros. E com o passar do tempo achamos que realmente conhecemos a nós e aos outros, a partir dai estamos vivendo uma grande ilusão. Mas o tempo nos mostra por meio de uma decepção que não a conhecíamos legitimamente.&lt;br /&gt;
A verdade é não há nenhuma definição certa - nem pra você e nem para os outros -, porque estamos em constante mudança a cada nascer do sol. E a mudança nos dá a sensação que de falta algo, e ignorar e não ir à luta&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;é parar em um tempo que está muito distante do que poderia ser a paz interior.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que nos realiza plenamente , senão a paz interior ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eL5Xe8fkrAk/TdGsGd_NtDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/irw2tpXMx0s/s1600/40c54c9f6-ccad-4cdf-836b-367ca0757bfc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;''A mudança é a lei da vida. E aqueles que apenas olham para o passado ou para o presente irão com certeza perder o futuro.''&amp;nbsp; ( &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/John_Kennedy/"&gt;John Kennedy&lt;/a&gt; )&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Como querias estar contigo agora, ouvindo o doce som da sua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;e sentindo o calor do seu corpo. Por que tão longes estás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ah destino, tu és tão cruel comigo, por que manter tão longe tal pessoa amada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Por que me mantém tão angustiada e aflita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mas apesar de todos os desafios que nos cercam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Ainda permaneço aqui, ao seu lado, pois cada segundo ao seu lado me faz bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;E a assim a palavra amor deixou de ser apenas uma palavra se tornando uma poesia viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando tudo está indo muito bem e vemos o quão esforçada e bem sucedida  estamos indo, sorrimos e dizemos: " Eu sou capaz, e desse jeito consigo o  que quero" .&amp;nbsp; Acordamos de um jeito diferente, o sol parece mais brilhante, as horas passam rápido e ficamos ansiosa para o outro dia. Parecemos mais felizes, damos ''bom dia'' para todos, somos gentis,&amp;nbsp; o som parece mais suave e doce, rimos de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas depois de algum tempo, vemos que nossos esforços nem sempre foram suficientes pra atingir a meta, ficamos tristes, decepcionados, frustradas. A vontade que temos é de desistir , jogar tudo para o alto,&amp;nbsp; a primeira coisa que pensamos é que somos incapazes. Não temos vontade de nada, a não ser ficar no quarto deita e pensando coisas negativas, como : " Eu não vou conseguir".. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Mas garota, assim não vamos a lugar nenhum. Levante a cabeça, você é capaz, todo mundo é, e nesse caso você não é a exceção. Vamos, temos um logo caminho pela frente, teremos alguns obstáculos, algumas dificuldades, mas isso é só uma maneira de nos tornarmos mais fortes e com mais vontade de seguir em frente. Nada vai cair do céu e chegar na sua mão, temos que lutar pelo o que queremos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca é tarde para tentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nunca é tarde para desistir do que almeja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca é tarde para lutarmos em busca da nossa felicidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nunca é tarde para ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nunca é tarde para começar uma nova vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;" Embora ninguém possa voltar atrás e fazer um novo começo, qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um novo fim. "&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://pensador.uol.com.br/autor/Chico_Xavier/"&gt;Chico Xavier&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fr" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;[ Marina de Paula ]&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-4923084866538535077?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O meu Deus é maior que os meus problemas&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não temerei com Jesus eu vou além&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda que a figueira não floresça&lt;br /&gt;
E não haja o fruto da videira&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não temerei, não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pois sei que para além das nuvens&lt;br /&gt;
O sol não deixou de brilhar&lt;br /&gt;
Só porque a terra escureceu&lt;br /&gt;
A minha vida está em Deus&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que tudo posso em Deus&lt;br /&gt;
É Ele quem me fortalece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou seguir com fé, com meu Deus eu vou,&lt;br /&gt;
Para a Rocha mais alta que eu,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei pra onde vou, como águia vou&lt;br /&gt;
Nas alturas sou filho de Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tudo posso naquele que me fortalece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-1216181945457263321?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;És tão bela, tão radiante e tão admirada pelos enamorados. A musa inspiradora dos poetas que os acompanha pelas noites solitárias. Rasgando o negro véu da noite, aparece a lua, testemunha dos amantes, ouvidora das juras de amor, muitas vezes não cumpridas, conhecedora dos mais obscuros segredos. Lua&amp;nbsp; atraente que o homem busca alcançar e desvendar os seus profundos mistérios. Tão doce tu és lua ,esperarei por ti todas as noites, para poder desfrutar contigo toda minha fecilidade e compartilhar meus segredos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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ser feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que mesmo com todas as dificuldades a felicidade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lhe espera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite nos sonhos, mesmos os mais loucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois um dia eles passarão de sonhos malucos para uma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;realidade inesquecível &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que amores existem mesmo a longas distancias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em milagres, mas não dependa deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que a solidão existe, mas que ela é passageira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em Deus, ele sempre estará ao seu lado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em todo mundo que sorri para você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que sempre você terá alguém ao seu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mesmo que tudo pareça perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que apesar de todo o sacrifío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no final tudo vai valer a pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite que tudo vai dá certo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em príncipes de cavalo branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em conto de fadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois assim como todo conto de fadas sua história&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;também terá um final feliz &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acredite na sua capacidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lembre-se : Tudo é possível basta você acreditar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assistir a um filme  por causa de Robert Pattinson não é muita novidade, mas eu vi muito mais  nesse filme do que só um rostinho bonito, eu vi uma lição de vida.  Muitas vezes deixamos pequenas coisas passar.. Mas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o que é vida? &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Por que vivemos? &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Qual o sentido? &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tantas  perguntas sem ao menos uma resposta.&amp;nbsp; Nós simplesmente a deixamos  passar e só no final nos damos conta do que deveríamos ter feito, do que  perdemos, do quando deixamos de aproveitar algo que poderia ter sido a  última coisa que fizemos e o pior, deixamos de ser feliz. O tempo passa e  não se pode voltar atrás... Por isso aproveite cada momento, sempre  deixe as pessoas com palavras doces, com um sorriso no rosto, talvez  seja a última vez que as veja...&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aproveite  cada brisa no rosto, o simples nascer do sol, o silencio de uma noite  estrelada, o canto dos pássaros, o desabrochar de uma flor, coisas que  simplesmente você descartaria..&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;São momentos como esse que se faz acreditar que vale a pena viver.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; [ Marina de Paula ] &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-470300671280511083?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Por que quando olhamos nos olhos da pessoa que amamos nossas pupilas se dilatam ?&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez isso aconteça para que possamos realmente enxergar mais do que a sua aparência.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-8917578132959938998?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;''A vida é a arte das escolhas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;dos sonhos, dos desafios e da ação''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;J. A. Wanderley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Na vida estamos cercados de escolhas, desde as mais simples até as mais complexas. Não importa qual seja a escolha, ela nos levará a uma posição diferente, porém podemos escolher em não ter objetivo e deixar a vida nos levar, mas não podemos reclamar, se ela nos levar para um lugar não desejado. Podemos continuar a lutar pelos nossos objetivos ou simplesmente desistir daquilo que mais desejamos. A vida é tão cheia de escolhas que podemos decidir em reclamar dela ou torná-la cada vez melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Podemos escolher o destino e, através de ações concretas, caminhar  firme em direção a ele, com marchas e contramarchas, avanços e  retrocessos, ou continuar acreditando que ele já estava escrito nas  estrelas e nada mais lhe resta a fazer senão sofrer. Podemos viver o presente que a Vida lhe dá, ou ficar preso a um passado que  já acabou, e portanto não há mais nada a fazer, ou a um futuro que ainda  não veio, e que portanto não lhe permite fazer nada. Pense e faça a sua escolha. O que realmente você quer ? Isso lhe fará feliz ? Pense bem, pois o tempo não volta e você só fará essa escolha uma vez. E se aqui posso dar um conselho: Escolha principalmente ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"A                        filosofia de uma pessoa não é melhor expressa                        em palavras; ela é expressa pelas escolhas que a                        pessoa faz. A longo prazo, moldamos nossas vidas e moldamos                        a nós mesmos. O processo nunca termina até                        que morramos. E, as escolhas que fizemos são, no                        final das contas, nossa própria responsabilidade."                        (Eleanor Roosevelt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-3861757501906723330?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque um belo dia se morre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8988311718566567582-2798534063488081262?l=profundosilencio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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