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Saibam todos que amizade para mim é algo assim muito importante. É algo que valorizo muito. Aqui como na vida real, cada um mostra seu talento, suas qualidades, defeitos, virtudes, o que de fato é. Todos nós sabemos que o ser humano não foi criado para viver isolado. Eu vejo as redes socias como algo muito importante para todos nós. É o tempo de as pessoas entrelaçarem as mãos e dividirem conhecimento, experiências de vida, compartilhar enfim tudo o que lhe é possível compartilhar. Houve tempo em que a distância entre as pessoas de fato existia. Hoje tudo é diferente, graças ao bom Deus que um dia disse que todos os povos falariam a mesma língua,ou seja a linguagem do "Amor"!&lt;br /&gt;
Chegamos enfim à idade da razão. Hoje a luz do conhecimento vem dissipar as trevas da ignorância e mostrar-nos que o caminho certo sempre esteve diante dos nossos pés, nós é que não o trilhávamos corretamente. Hoje podemos compartilhar com todos, a alegria da vida. Isto faz com que sejamos pessoas melhores. Independente de posição social, financeira, raça, estilo de vida, cultura, religião, todos podemos interagir de forma livre, coisa que outrora não nos era possível. Unamos as mãos, os pensamentos e veremos que os ideais do ser humano é o mesmo. É a evolução, o crescimento moral e espiritual. Com tudo isto feito tenhamos a certeza de que tudo em nossas vidas estará bem, estará em harmonia. Estaremos em sintonia como o "Grande Cosmo", que sempre conspira à nosso favor. Realmente fico muito feliz e grato à todos que dividem comigo este espaço e compartilham os mesmos ideais. Estejamos certos de que o tempo da colheita chega um dia. Espalhemos no chão de nossas vidas as sementes dos frutos que queremos colher em nosso amanhã. O planeta está sendo preparado para abrigar os homens de bem. O eixo da terra está mais uma vez se verticalizando e as mudanças que todos nós estamos verificando é para o bem. De uma forma muito natural as coisas vão acontecendo e gradativamente ocorre a separação do "joio e do trigo", ou seja, a separação dos bons e dos maus. "A Casa" é boa, no entanto alguns moradores é que ainda não lhe dão o devido valor. Mas Deus em sua infinita bondade ainda nos deu mais uma chance para que usemos todos os recursos que temos em mãos e ao nosso redor para melhorarmos nossa condição de filhos dele. Não falo aqui de religião, pois o objetivo não é este. Até penso que o homem não deve se apoiar à certos dogmas que lhe são impostos. O homem deve valer de sua inteligência e passar pelo crivo de sua razão tudo o que vê e ouve, para assim aproveitar com discernimento de tudo o que lhe permitido. Temos a filosofia, a ciência, não somente a religião. Não que ela não nos seja útil, importante. Vejo-a como um cajado, um apoio à nosso dispor para que quando o vento das provações a que estamos sujeitos nos alveje não caiamos no abismo do erro ou das tentações. Ser fiel à Deus sim, mas jamais aceitar tudo que o homem fala sem passar pelo crivo de nossa razão. Somos filhos de Deus, pequenas centelhas de luz, feitas para brilhar sempre, mesmo nas horas difíceis da vida. Vivamos o presente com sabedoria e intensidade, assim o futuro será gratificante. O possível nós podemos fazer agora, o impossível daqui à pouquinho. Com Fé em Deus sigamos "O Caminho, A Verdade e a Vida". Até logo mais. &lt;br /&gt;
Um Grande Abraço!!!W. Lira Franca&lt;br /&gt;
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Você um dia se foi&lt;br /&gt;
sem pensar no depois&lt;br /&gt;
se foi, me deixou.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o tempo afinal&lt;br /&gt;
lhe mostrou que fatal foi seu sonho de amor!&lt;br /&gt;
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O amor bem perto...estava ao seu lado!&lt;br /&gt;
Você se deixou dominar &lt;br /&gt;
pela ilusão e sonhar foi a sua realidade&lt;br /&gt;
Agora que o tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;
vê tão vivo esse amor, &lt;br /&gt;
mas em seu peito só encontra a silenciosa e torturante saudade!&lt;br /&gt;
W. Lira  Franca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-2714987252866484891?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Chorei lágrimas de saudade, mas hoje a verdade me faz entender que um amor na saudade, faz bem triste a realidade. &lt;br /&gt;
não dá para esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;
É como a chuva que vem, de-repente, vai além...&lt;br /&gt;
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As trevas que ela gera podem até nos envolver pela vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;
Portanto sejamos transparentes e verdadeiros em todas situações da vida, &lt;br /&gt;
para que mais tarde nossas próprias consciências não nos acuse e nem nos condene.&lt;br /&gt;
É certo que todos já erramos um dia. &lt;br /&gt;
Certo é também que ainda temos a oportunidade de nos redimir , começar outra vez &lt;br /&gt;
e construirmos um novo final para a nossa história. &lt;br /&gt;
No entanto os débitos contraídos no passado, &lt;br /&gt;
esses sim são como sementes que espalhamos no canteiro de nossas obras&lt;br /&gt;
e que em hora oportuna delas haveremos de colher os frutos.&lt;br /&gt;
Depois desta colheita obrigatória, fica o solo &lt;br /&gt;
à espera  de boas sementes que ele acolherá com carinho em seu ventre fértil &lt;br /&gt;
a fim de que as transforme em frutos de honestidade, luz , amor e paz.&lt;br /&gt;
Depende de cada um de nós &lt;br /&gt;
escolhermos as sementes que queremos plantar.&lt;br /&gt;
Wagner Lira Franca&lt;br /&gt;
08/01/2012&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-8187473020682514549?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As pessoas são mais intensas nesta época.&lt;br /&gt;
Todos correm de um lado para o outro a fim de deixarem tudo pronto para a confraternização tão esperada.&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que todos ficam mais sensíveis com este momento de luz.&lt;br /&gt;
Por mais que passemos o ano todo envolvidos com tantos afazeres, nessa época vamos diminuindo o rítmo, pois sentimos a presença de Cristo Jesus bem mais perto de nós. Na verdade sabemos que em todos momentos ele está conosco, mas no corre-corre do dia a dia nem sempre prestamos atenção nele.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o que vale agora é aproveitarmos este momento e vivermos com harmonia, alegria, felicidade mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
Bom seria se permitíssimos que estas luzes brilhassem o ano todo, colorindo de Paz as nossas vidas. Sei que ainda vamos chegar lá. Só depende de nós.&lt;br /&gt;
O mundo novo, esse reino de pacificação e bondade começa de dentro pra fora, ou seja, nasce dentro dos nossos corações.&lt;br /&gt;
Feliz Natal!!!W. Lira Franca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-5393125410156475394?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkQH7b4UcZc/TsfwpSLObKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/eqgG4V4wtTg/s1600/1088914006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IkQH7b4UcZc/TsfwpSLObKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/eqgG4V4wtTg/s320/1088914006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;O acaso não existe!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Você surgiu na minha vida porque tinha que surgir mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;até as estrelas iluminaram aquele momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;e no despertar da madrugada veio o sol, veio o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;aquecer nossos corações que nunca mais vagarão por aí à esmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Wagner Lira Franca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;19/11/2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-1577182203238249680?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;me xinga quando às vezes insisto em dizer que te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;mas não poderás jamais negar que estás contida no copo no qual aprecio todo o seu inesquecível sabor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;És a dose enebriante que me alimenta os &amp;nbsp;meus sonhos e a minha cruel realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Te Amo, bem mais do que podes imaginar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;isso foge ao seu entendimento!!!W. Lira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-5618712730603103538?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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mas às vezes se faz necessário que ajamos de alguma forma para que a verdade venha à tona.&lt;br /&gt;
Os que usam de má fé são como lâminas que o ácido do tempo corrói&lt;br /&gt;
são fracos e covardes e o soco da realidade inevitavelmente os levará à lona!!!W. Lira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-6251539933955680535?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se o tempo tudo destruir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;a ardente chama, o&amp;nbsp;incontido&amp;nbsp;desejo daqueles momentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Se ao silêncio entregar o seu sorriso&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;assim também será impossível&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;negar o amor que despertou seu sentimento.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Em minhas andanças serei folha seca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;à perder-se no caminho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Por saber que da flor que encantou-me em tantos dias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;nada restou a não ser tantos espinhos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A poesia que "inda" corre em minhas veias&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;é a mesma que me prende em sua teia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;é o cálice que verto ao brindar a minha solidão&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Se na renúncia aos seus sonhos fui realidade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;sei que o vento em sua janela de saudade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;baterá afoito e você buscará por meu rosto que se juntou à escuridão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;b&gt;06/10/2011W. Lira&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uGZ63Y4uMI/ToPXr5UWIHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uQpTFFiyEB8/s1600/944614683.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4uGZ63Y4uMI/ToPXr5UWIHI/AAAAAAAAAZU/uQpTFFiyEB8/s320/944614683.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Diante do Pai&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Quando tudo te parecer perdido&lt;/div&gt;
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não te deixes abater e se ferido&lt;/div&gt;
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estiver teu coração&lt;/div&gt;
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Olhe ao longe, não pare na estrada&lt;/div&gt;
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a montanha maior é escalada,&lt;/div&gt;
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passo a passo, com determinação.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;
E se lágrimas te nublarem as retinas&lt;/div&gt;
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nunca diga que esta é a tua sina&lt;/div&gt;
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porque é tempo de mudanças e assim podes mudar&lt;/div&gt;
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Creia em Deus , mas também creia em ti mesmo&lt;/div&gt;
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pois não és um grão de areia ao vento, à esmo&lt;/div&gt;
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teu futuro é o presente então não deixe de sonhar.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Procure não perder a paciência&lt;/div&gt;
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não deixe a cólera transformar tua existência&lt;/div&gt;
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num mar bravio onde és um barco que se vai&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Dentro de ti é que começa o mundo novo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
não haverá nação, felicidade de um povo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
se o teu coração não estiver inteiro diante do Pai.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
28/09/2011 W. Lira&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Ganha a vida nova cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;quando o brilho de um sorriso se acende&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;quando nossa alma se enche de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;à esse amor qualquer um enfim se rende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Precisamos de paz e felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;mas esquecemos que tudo depende de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;o universo conspirará à nosso favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;se no silêncio prestarmos atenção na mais sublime vóz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Essa vóz que ecoa incessante&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;faz tremer os grandes e eleva &amp;nbsp;os pequenos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;como flecha certeira à todos corações alcança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;sem ela na vida, nada seremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Essa vóz que aos quatro ventos se espalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;traz somente a verdade, nos mostrando o bom caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;ouça agora esta vóz &amp;nbsp;que te fala aos ouvidos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;e verá que é Deus por perto lhê dizendo: - "Siga-me, você não está sozinho"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;09/07/2011W. Lira&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/7458728083611817610-3596980917573569325?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passam-se os momentos bons também os ruins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;erga a fronte, avance, pois nem tudo está no fim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;é sempre possível se reerguer, se reconstruir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um novo sol aquece a vida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quando a esperança se faz esquecida&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;para que possamos continuar a trajetória&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Não é impossível a nenhum ser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;se redimir, das cinzas renascer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e escrever uma nova história.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Levante...Avance...Avante...Deus está com você!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W. Lira&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;31/05/2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-5917638458154623959?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;e não da tristeza escondida nos versos alegres.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W. Lira&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21/05/2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-2967695719944794902?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;fortes asas que me conduzem à você meu grande amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;E como sou veloz, feliz nesse vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;alcanço sua janela e meu canto entôo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;querendo sugar do seu beijo mais um vez o sabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A brisa leve leva longe o perfume da flor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;de longe também venho expressar o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
e todo o meu carinho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nas janelas da esperança&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meu olhar feliz te alcança&lt;br /&gt;
e o seu riso então me diz que também não estou sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mãe de verdade é um anjo no caminho apontando o rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;
para que um filho jamais se sinta num deserto&lt;br /&gt;
e sem esperanças na vida.&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe de verdade é aquela que protela o prazer de estar com o marido&lt;br /&gt;
para ficar com o filhinho querido&lt;br /&gt;
que chora de medo após o pesadelo no quarto ao lado.&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe de verdade é aquela mulher dura que sabe dizer não&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo quando o filho pensa que ele é quem tem razão&lt;br /&gt;
e quer seguir certos "amigos".&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe de verdade deixa sempre uma vasilha com pães, doces e mais iguarias&lt;br /&gt;
sobre a mesa que jamais fica vazia&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo quando os filhos já são homens feitos e adultos.&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe de verdade é muito mais do que agora consigo dizer&lt;br /&gt;
no universo é o mais sublime ser&lt;br /&gt;
por Deus criado e mesmo que as vezes chore&lt;br /&gt;
certamente é a estrela que no cosmo possui o mais intenso brilho.&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe de verdade é...&lt;br /&gt;
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Os raios de sol trazem você todos os dias para aquecer minh'alma .&lt;br /&gt;
As águas da chuva são suas lágrimas de emoção por saber que estou seguindo o meu caminho mesmo sem você por perto.&lt;br /&gt;
A brisa mansa é o seu beijo de carinho expressando o amor que você tem por mim.&lt;br /&gt;
As estrelas na noite escura são os seus olhos que não deixam de olhar por mim um instante sequer.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquele pássaro que pousa em minha janela é um anjo guardião que vem à seu mando me enternecer com seu canto.&lt;br /&gt;
Nas flores que tanto amo vejo sua beleza, sinto o seu perfume, por isso delas cuido todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;
Aquela saudade doída, mas com alguns risos de lembranças boas é a prova mais viva que você está mais viva do que nunca minha mãe querida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Antes da curva da estrada&lt;br /&gt;
eu sabia bem pouco ou quase nada&lt;br /&gt;
então em minha mente se desenhava um quadro &lt;br /&gt;
sem formas precisas, nada de exato&lt;br /&gt;
então eu me calei, me silenciei mesmo&lt;br /&gt;
e como o silêncio foi terrível! N&lt;br /&gt;
ão me fez nada bem&lt;br /&gt;
O silêncio trancou até meu próprio riso&lt;br /&gt;
que em vários momentos foi o alívio para outros e também para mim!&lt;br /&gt;
Mas pelo menos agora ressurjo do "nada" &lt;br /&gt;
esperando que após a próxima alvorada  o canto dos pássaros me alegre um pouco como antes.&lt;br /&gt;
A dor é efêmera, passageira &lt;br /&gt;
e não vai ser na estação primeira que vou abandonar a embarcação&lt;br /&gt;
conto com você, conto com Deus e comigo&lt;br /&gt;
pois sei que somente assim eu consigo&lt;br /&gt;
passar por tudo sem me entregar à solidão&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda estou na curva da estrada&lt;br /&gt;
fazendo minha parte, ou quase nada&lt;br /&gt;
mas caminhando sempre, deixarei boas marcas neste chão.&lt;br /&gt;
Por isso eu digo:&lt;br /&gt;
"o Homem não nasceu para viver isolado"&lt;br /&gt;
que chore suas dores, que sofra calado, &lt;br /&gt;
mas jamais negue um sorriso, uma palavra amiga à quem disso precise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nem o tempo, a distância, o ódio,o amor. Nada!&lt;br /&gt;
Se existe um laço, uma afinidade&lt;br /&gt;
na ausência física temos a saudade&lt;br /&gt;
que nos faz reviver o sonho, a lembrança guardada.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Podemos estar em outras paragens&lt;br /&gt;
mas até mesmo o vento nos trará a mensagem&lt;br /&gt;
de quem tanto a gente ama&lt;br /&gt;
Vidas vão, vidas vem&lt;br /&gt;
mudam os personagens mas ninguém&lt;br /&gt;
consegue mudar a cena, o desfecho da trama.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A história se repete&lt;br /&gt;
Até que um dia se complete este jogo de quebra cabeças&lt;br /&gt;
E quando uma estrada chega ao final&lt;br /&gt;
Tem sempre uma ponte depois do sinal&lt;br /&gt;
Para transpormos, para que enfim a vida aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;
W. Lira Franca 22/04/2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-6911109296295030591?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Conseguistes conquistar meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
assim tornei-me um escravo teu&lt;br /&gt;
à tempo e hora dou-te o carinho meu&lt;br /&gt;
vivo por ti, respiro-te, me aqueço em teu calor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não consigo pensar num possível adeus&lt;br /&gt;
pois isto me traria insuportável dor&lt;br /&gt;
assim me tornaria então um sonhador&lt;br /&gt;
relembrando o pleno passado que viveu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aceito em verdade o amargor&lt;br /&gt;
de tua ausência em alguns dias meus&lt;br /&gt;
porque sei que voltas, então sinto do teu beijo o sabor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não me libertes, se o fizer me esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;
deixa-me aqui onde estou&lt;br /&gt;
dentro de teu peito, onde teu amor já me prendeu.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEG8GnGTseI/TaujPyIW57I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1YSwZYexEs0/s1600/Quando+a+solid%25C3%25A3o+bate+forte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XEG8GnGTseI/TaujPyIW57I/AAAAAAAAAUk/1YSwZYexEs0/s320/Quando+a+solid%25C3%25A3o+bate+forte.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;tempo nos faz entender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que a vida vale mais do que pensamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quanto tempo nós perdemos só sonhando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando poderíamos viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erramos mais do que acertamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mesmo sem querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E quando algum motivo ou alguém nos faz sofrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tudo melhora se em tempo amamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Só mesmo o tempo nos traz o saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorrimos felizes se outrora choramos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O brilho nos olhos volta a resplandecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O erro não é como dizem humano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O homem que erra com o tempo pode ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que o perdão também é divino e dele precisamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;W. Lira 17/04/2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7458728083611817610-2286511406161378646?l=wagnerlirapravoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;mas digo uma verdade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Uma flor sempre exalará seu perfume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;mesmo que o tempo não acabe com o ciúme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;ela mostrará sempre o seu esplendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;E que encantos tem a flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;enebria, embriaga, mesmo com espinhos causando dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;estará sempre em meu peito, em meu jardim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif, Verdana; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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