<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214</id><updated>2024-09-09T04:36:48.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MENSAGENS DO CORAÇÃO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-6703684658843553726</id><published>2015-11-17T06:04:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2015-11-17T06:04:50.311-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: &#39;Open Sans&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;
Eu te amo do amanhecer ao anoitecer&amp;nbsp;e mesmo quando durmo, ainda te amo.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo nas três dimensões, nas quatro luas,&amp;nbsp;nos quatro elementos, nas quatro estações,&amp;nbsp;nos quatro pontos cardeais.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo nos cinco sentidos, nas sete cores do arco-íris, nas sete notas musicais, nos doze signos do zodíaco,&amp;nbsp;em tudo o que existe eu te amo cada vez mais.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo na procela e na calmaria, em todos os josés e marias, nos infantes, nos anciãos, nos amigos,&amp;nbsp;inimigos ou irmãos… Eu te amo em toda a criação.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo no caos aparente ou na mais perfeita estrutura… Eu te amo como o próprio criador&amp;nbsp;ama a sua criatura.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo no vento que vem do norte, na linha do horizonte, na pequena fonte, nas nuvens grávidas de chuva… Eu te amo nos meus dias nefastos e nos meus dias de sorte.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo na árvore frondosa, na montanha majestosa, na pedra preciosa, nas miríades de estrelas do universo… Eu te amo no pequeno átomo, na imponderável constelação, eu te amo para além&amp;nbsp;de qualquer humana compreensão.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo pelo pouco que sei de ti, pelo muito que ignoro e por aquilo que somente posso pressentir.&lt;/div&gt;
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Eu te amo na plenitude da lida, no ocaso da vida… E, depois que eu me for, nas lembranças que porventura eu deixar, hás de encontrar perfumados e palpitantes restos do que foi o meu amor!&lt;/div&gt;
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É maravilhoso sentir que o nosso amor está presente em todos os momentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Em cada coisa que fazemos, a qualquer hora.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Sei que esse sentimento me estimula&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Para enfrentar qualquer barreira, qualquer obstáculo.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Nosso amor vai além das fronteiras do pensamento&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;E acontece em cada ato que fazemos, em cada gesto.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Sou feliz por isso e vejo que você também é.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;A felicidade é isso, pequenos momentos, pequenos gestos,&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;A certeza da parceria, do companheirismo, do carinho e do afeto.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Saber que existimos um para o outro a todo momento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;É a coisa mais linda que alguém pode sentir.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;A vontade de estar juntos, de planejar a vida,&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;De fazer todas as coisas bem simples, porém repletas de amor.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Eu gostaria que cada dia tivesse 25 horas,&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Só para curtir mais um pouquinho&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Tudo aquilo que venho curtindo ao seu lado.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Como é gostoso estar com você: ouvir a sua voz&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;E curtir esse seu olhar tão especial, tão diferente.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Somos duas metades que se completam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Que se abraçam e se amam e que ficaram unidas 25 horas por dia&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;E se Deus quiser para sempre.&lt;br style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box;&quot; /&gt;Você é minha alma gêmea. Te amo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Desejo para você:&lt;p:colorscheme colors=&quot;#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2&quot;&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Que seu caminhar seja sem obstáculos,&lt;br /&gt;para que possa seguir confiante em busca de seus ideais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Que seu caminhar seja firme, na vontade e capacidade de conquistar&lt;br /&gt;novos amigos e conservar os antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors=&quot;#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2&quot;&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;O&quot; v:shape=&quot;_x0000_s2050&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Pois só os amigos agem em seu caminhar, como pequenos querubins&lt;br /&gt;sempre companheiros e protetores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme colors=&quot;#FFFFFF,#000000,#808080,#000000,#00CC99,#3333CC,#CCCCFF,#B2B2B2&quot;&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;O&quot; v:shape=&quot;_x0000_s2050&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099; font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Para que, em cada caminhada, você possa encontrar a mais prodigiosa&lt;br /&gt;conquista - a felicidade e o calor da amizade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Maior Que Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://letras.terra.com.br/michael-sullivan/&quot; id=&quot;identificador_artista&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13.5pt; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;&quot;&gt;Michael Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Meu amor é maior que o mar&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é infinito&lt;br /&gt;É maior do que a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Do que tudo que eu acredito&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor é maior que eu&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor me ilumina&lt;br /&gt;É mais forte que a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;Tem a força da luz divina&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia fica mais bonito&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia a gente está mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Quando tem que ser já está escrito&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia me convenço mais&lt;br /&gt;Que eu te amo, te amo, te amo, demais&lt;br /&gt;Nossa amor é gota d&#39;água cristalina&lt;br /&gt;Numa pétala de flor&lt;br /&gt;Refletida pelo sol&lt;br /&gt;Você é linda&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que te vi&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que é o amor&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Nesse amor maior que eu&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Nosso amor amanheceu&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão linda&lt;br /&gt;Nesse amor maior que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/175692748345144024/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/11/maior-que-eu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/175692748345144024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/175692748345144024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/11/maior-que-eu.html' title='MAIOR QUE EU'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-2092180018083825511</id><published>2011-11-11T21:08:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:08:14.612-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EU TE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;;&quot;&gt;Eu te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;E te amarei durante todo minha vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo nos seus gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo no seu sorriso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo na sua voz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo no que você é!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amarei em tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;No ar que respiramos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;No alvorecer da tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;No crepúsculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Na morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo na chuva que cai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;No sol que queima...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Eu quero te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amar nas minhas horas de tristezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Pois sua lembrança só me traz alegrias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amar quando a alegria chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Pois o amor é alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;E sou feliz enquanto te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Mesmo que o amor se torne extinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Faço questão de te amar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Mesmo que a luz do mundo acabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Quero te iluminar com o meu amor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;E somente a vontade de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Seria capaz de tirar todo esse amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Que alimenta minha própria existência...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Você mora dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #004080; font-family: &#39;Comic Sans MS&#39;; text-align: -webkit-center;&quot;&gt;Te amo...&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/2092180018083825511/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2092180018083825511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2092180018083825511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/11/eu-te-amo.html' title='EU TE AMO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-5616711382501058346</id><published>2011-10-15T19:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:01:06.370-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DOIS MUNDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Se o homem é a montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;A mulher, o sol que se revela por detrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É como se fosse o vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Que somente a areia faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E quando soprada pelo vento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Vai ao longe encontrar as tendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E das tendas, a mulher é o oásis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E os homens, as pedras que fazem a água se sentir viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Que o beduíno sedento bebe sem pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Para aplacar sua dor e seu suor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E se o homem é a voz que clama da garganta do viajante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;A mulher e é a mesma voz que embala seu sono na noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E se a mulher é a noite, os homens são as estrelas que a contemplam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E se o beduíno conta as estrelas, é porque na noite ele se sente feliz.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/5616711382501058346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/10/dois-mundos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/5616711382501058346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/5616711382501058346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/10/dois-mundos.html' title='DOIS MUNDOS'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-934546828954168739</id><published>2011-10-05T17:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:09:19.489-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRA O CORAÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ter você voando pelos meus pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo que estar buscando uma felicidade que pode durar uma eternidade para alcançá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha musa...&lt;br /&gt;É a minha razão de viver...&lt;br /&gt;É a pessoa que sempre busquei...&lt;br /&gt;É o sonho que nunca realizei...&lt;br /&gt;É um motivo a mais para continuar lutando...&lt;br /&gt;É a saudade que posso ter...&lt;br /&gt;É a namorada que pode ser...&lt;br /&gt;É a mulher que pode me realizar...&lt;br /&gt;É a esposa que sempre quis...&lt;br /&gt;É a amante que nunca tive...&lt;br /&gt;É a companheira perfeita para as horas de alegria e de tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;É o elixir do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;É a essência do meu querer..&lt;br /&gt;É o peso da minha solidão...&lt;br /&gt;É a ansiedade do meu sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;É a realidade do não poder...&lt;br /&gt;É a minha vida e a minha razão...&lt;br /&gt;Você...&lt;br /&gt;Você é quase tudo na minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;E só não será mais, se não querer me aceitar do jeito que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Braulio de Moraes&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/934546828954168739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/10/abra-o-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/934546828954168739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/934546828954168739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/10/abra-o-coracao.html' title='ABRA O CORAÇÃO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-629063665396030012</id><published>2011-09-30T19:20:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T19:20:26.707-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deixa eu dizer que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Deixa eu pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Isso me acalma&lt;br /&gt;Me acolhe a alma&lt;br /&gt;Isso me ajuda a viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje contei pra as paredes&lt;br /&gt;Coisas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Passei no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Caminhei nas horas&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que passo a paixão&lt;br /&gt;É um espelho sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Quer amor fique aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu peito agora dispara&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em constante alegria&lt;br /&gt;É o amor quem está aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor I love you&lt;br /&gt;Amor I love you&lt;br /&gt;Amor I love you&lt;br /&gt;Amor I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Marisa Monte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/629063665396030012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/629063665396030012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/629063665396030012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-2134165317450896935</id><published>2011-09-28T16:17:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T16:17:43.901-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRONTEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;O amor é a relação de troca mais misteriosa e intrigante em que a nossa alma pode navegar livremente, já que neste território não existem leis a serem seguidas. Aqui o sentido de poder é completamente irrelevante, só um contrato justo, sem nenhuma condição regulamentar.&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar onde a harmonia prevalece, e os sonhos com a forma desejada, ocupam o maior espaço dentro dos nossos corações, sentimos as suas batidas num absoluto compasso entre os desejos de cada um. Isso faz com que nossas vidas sigam em absoluta paz.&lt;br /&gt;Amando você, eu sonho com mais confiança na realização deste sonho. Sua presença e a pureza que sinto na sua alma, dão-me forças para perseguir os objetivos mais nobres, para que nossas vidas sigam no rumo, para alcançar os mais puros desejos que nos propusemos realizar.&lt;br /&gt;Você que é para mim uma fonte de boas energias, me levando a acreditar que represento o mesmo para você, pois nossas almas parecem ser gêmeas. Juntos, vamos ser capaz de transpor todo e qualquer impedimento que possa aparecer durante a vida.&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia meu sentimento de amor por você cresce. Você é para mim uma pessoa linda, tanto externa como interiormente. O amor é o nosso grande valor para continuar vivendo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/2134165317450896935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/fronteira.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2134165317450896935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2134165317450896935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/fronteira.html' title='A FRONTEIRA'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-4553828473427496667</id><published>2011-09-27T17:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T17:59:43.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A LÁGRIMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Foi em um simples papel&lt;br /&gt;que comecei a colocar&lt;br /&gt;os desabafos de meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que respondiam os meus sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;que denunciam minhas vontades.&lt;br /&gt;Uma lágrima sem razão rolou dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;e caiu sobre a palavra amor...&lt;br /&gt;Ai percebi que:&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos choram por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que nascem lá do coração,&lt;br /&gt;que a alma aprova,&lt;br /&gt;pois as lágrimas nos fortalecem.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Uma pessoa que não chora,&lt;br /&gt;tem mil motivos para chorar...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Segurar as lágrimas é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;que pedir para parar o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;O amor nos faz chorar,&lt;br /&gt;porque é o sentimento mais forte&lt;br /&gt;que existe na lei da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Minha poesia ficou com uma marca,&lt;br /&gt;a marca de um amor expressado em uma&lt;br /&gt;Marca de Uma Lágrima.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/4553828473427496667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagrima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4553828473427496667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4553828473427496667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/lagrima.html' title='A LÁGRIMA'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-5980001469063924815</id><published>2011-09-24T09:50:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T09:50:29.042-03:00</updated><title type='text'>DELICADO AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ser delicado é possuir alma de criança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É acreditar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É se emocionar ao ouvir o marulho do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É conversar com as paredes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É sentir a pureza de uma rosa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;e se envolver no seu perfume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É ouvir o cantar dos pássaros e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;se transportar ao sonho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É admirar a liberdade das borboletas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;seu colorido e a suavidade de seu toque nas flores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É ouvir o sussurrar do vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;falando de amor aos seus ouvidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É perceber na musicalidade da chuva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;o sentido da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É ver a tempestade, seus raios, trovões e vendavais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;impondo limites a humanidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É entender que as nuvens negras passam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E logo ao amanhecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;nasce o sol com seus raios multicoloridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;nos mostrando....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;que vale a pena viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;E sentir o sol transcender o corpo e iluminar a alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;É olhar uma estrela, e ver o seu brilho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;nos olhos do ser amado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Ser delicado, é sentir a ternura e o sentido de amar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Autor: Vera Lúcia de Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/5980001469063924815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/delicado-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/5980001469063924815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/5980001469063924815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/delicado-amor.html' title='DELICADO AMOR'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-4300086871002630908</id><published>2011-09-22T17:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:43:47.859-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APAIXONADO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Você se tornou tão especial para mim,&lt;br /&gt;em pouco tempo, aos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;foi tomando conta do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;AH! como eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;essa paixão me segue todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;na cama, na escola, no shopping, em todos os lugares que vou...&lt;br /&gt;Que pena! Que pena que você não desse meu amor por você...&lt;br /&gt;Essa paixão me machuca, talvez você até desconfie,&lt;br /&gt;mas não sabe desse meu verdadeiro e grandioso amor por você!&lt;br /&gt;Quando falo com você, fico bobo de tanta beleza que vejo na minha frente...&lt;br /&gt;Quando seus olhos inesperadamente olham para os meus...&lt;br /&gt;ah! que paixão que não tem jeito...&lt;br /&gt;Como pude me apaixonar assim, se nem posso lhe falar....&lt;br /&gt;mas você é irresistível, esse seu jeito,&lt;br /&gt;tua boca, tuas pernas, teus braços, sua fala, seu cabelo,&lt;br /&gt;seu jeito ser....o jeito humilde, carinhosa, romântica,&lt;br /&gt;e alegre de ser, me contagiou como uma doença sem cura...&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que nunca eu sei que eternamente estarei&lt;br /&gt;Amando você!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da pessoa mais apaixonada do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;para a pessoa mais belo do mundo !!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/4300086871002630908/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixonado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4300086871002630908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4300086871002630908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixonado.html' title='APAIXONADO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-3319181629191238770</id><published>2011-09-21T14:27:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:27:04.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A ARTE DE AMAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Os ventos que as vezes tiram algo que amamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;São os mesmos que nos trazem algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;que aprendemos a amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Por isso não devemos chorar pelo que nos foi tirado e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;sim aprender a amar o que nos foi dado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Tudo aquilo que é realmente nosso nunca se vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;PARA SEMPRE!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Compartilhe comigo de momentos de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;carinho, paixão e amizade...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/3319181629191238770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/arte-de-amar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/3319181629191238770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/3319181629191238770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/arte-de-amar.html' title='A ARTE DE AMAR'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-2819560038799462356</id><published>2011-09-19T10:24:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:24:41.501-03:00</updated><title type='text'>APAIXONE-SE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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Apaixone-se definitivamente pelo SEU sonho&lt;br /&gt;(o sonho de ninguém deve ser mais apaixonante que o seu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por sua família&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que ela não seja do jeito que você planejou, ainda assim, ela é a sua família).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelo SEU talento&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que seu lado crítico insista para você escolher realizar outras coisas, mais &quot;convenientes&quot;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se mais pela viagem do que pela chegada a seu destino&lt;br /&gt;(a primeira é garantida.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelo SEU corpo&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que ele esteja fora de forma, pois de &quot;qualquer forma&quot; ele é a única casa que você realmente possui).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelas suas memórias mais deliciosas&lt;br /&gt;(ninguém pode tirá-las de dentro de você e elas são excelentes fontes de inspiração em momentos de dor).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por aquelas besteiras saudáveis que passam por sua mente entre um e outro momento de estresse (elas ajudam a sobreviver!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelas pessoas que estão ao seu lado na caminhada do dia-a-dia (a pessoa certa é aquela que está definitivamente do seu lado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelo sol&lt;br /&gt;(ele é fiel, gratuito, absolutamente disponível e dá prazer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por alguém&lt;br /&gt;(não espere alguém se apaixonar antes por você, só por garantia e segurança).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pelo SEU projeto de vida&lt;br /&gt;(acredite, a vida é só sua!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pela dança da vida, que está sempre em movimento dentro da gente, mas que, por defesas nós teimamos em aprisionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se mais pelo significado das coisas que você conquistar do que pelo seu valor material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por SUAS idéias&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que tenham dito que elas não serviam pra nada).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por SEUS pontos fortes&lt;br /&gt;(mesmo que os pontos fracos insistam em ficar em alto relevo no seu cérebro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pela idéia de ser verdadeiramente feliz&lt;br /&gt;(felicidade encontra-se de sobra nas prateleiras de seus recursos interiores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se pela música que você pode ser para alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se por SER HUMANO!&lt;br /&gt;Apaixone-se definitivamente por VOCÊ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APAIXONE-SE RÁPIDO! O PODER DE DECISÃO SÓ PERTENCE A VOCÊ!&lt;/h3&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/2819560038799462356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixone-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2819560038799462356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2819560038799462356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/apaixone-se.html' title='APAIXONE-SE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-4819831615070234354</id><published>2011-09-15T17:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T17:19:43.898-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A MULHER QUE AMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3; line-height: 34px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: BlackChancery; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;A mulher que eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Reconhece o meu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E ouve o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me envolve em abraços&lt;br /&gt;E me afaga os cabelos&lt;br /&gt;E seus olhos me encantam&lt;br /&gt;E seu perfume me atrai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;25&quot; src=&quot;http://amorepaixaomensagens.com.br/eb1heart.gif&quot; width=&quot;26&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: BlackChancery; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que eu amo me ama&lt;br /&gt;Ela me quer como a quero&lt;br /&gt;Ela se esconde em meus versos&lt;br /&gt;E se desnuda em meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Ela me tem em seus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E seu desejo é doce&lt;br /&gt;E doce é o seu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que eu amo é apenas&lt;br /&gt;A mulher que eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;( Autor Vander )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/4819831615070234354/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/mulher-que-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4819831615070234354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/4819831615070234354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/mulher-que-amo.html' title='A MULHER QUE AMO'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-8355987888748818819</id><published>2011-09-14T11:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T11:36:27.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR OU AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Perguntei a um sábio,&lt;br /&gt;a diferença que havia entre amor e amizade.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me disse essa verdade:&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor nos dá asas ,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;br /&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;br /&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é plantado&lt;br /&gt;e com carinho cultivado,&lt;br /&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;br /&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida companheira.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando o Amor é sincero&lt;br /&gt;ele vem com grandes amigos,&lt;br /&gt;e quando a Amizade concreta,&lt;br /&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem amigos como você...&lt;br /&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem&lt;br /&gt;dentro do seu coracão.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;pt-br&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Desconheço Autoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/8355987888748818819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-ou-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/8355987888748818819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/8355987888748818819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/amor-ou-amizade.html' title='AMOR OU AMIZADE'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-2340548474030441154</id><published>2011-09-13T14:45:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T14:45:19.726-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ POR VOCÊ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah...se eu podesse.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse colher estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;todo dia eu levaria uma para você.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse chegar ao sol&lt;br /&gt;eu pegaria um raio de luz só para você.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse encontrar o pote do arco iris&lt;br /&gt;eu daria todas as cores para você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse chamar todos os passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;eu os faria cantar para você.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse construiria uma montanha só sua para&lt;br /&gt;para que você descansasse mais perto do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse eu isolaria uma floresta onde só você&lt;br /&gt;pudesse entrar, ir ao seu próprio encontro e respirar a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse eu lhe levaria todas as alegrias&lt;br /&gt;do Universo naqueles dias em que se sente triste.&lt;br /&gt;Eu criaria um lugar especial feito só para você.&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar onde você pudesse achar serenidade, estar só consigo&lt;br /&gt;e se refazer dos seus cansaços.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse apagar os seus problemas&lt;br /&gt;eu usaria toda a minha força para faze-los desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faria isso tudo só por você!&lt;br /&gt;... Mas não sei colher estrelas, não posso chegar ao sol&lt;br /&gt;nem sei aonde está o pote do arco iris.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei chamar os passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;nem sou capaz de construir montanhas.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho licença para isolar uma floresta&lt;br /&gt;nem posso livrar você de todos os problemas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que posso dar-lhe o que de mais forte existe em mim :&lt;br /&gt;esta vontade de ver você feliz e de estar sempre aí ...&lt;br /&gt;... com você até o fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/2340548474030441154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-por-voce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2340548474030441154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/2340548474030441154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/so-por-voce.html' title='SÓ POR VOCÊ'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-1130981554288074439</id><published>2011-09-12T11:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T11:01:10.765-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA FLOR RARA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Havia uma jovem muito rica, que tinha tudo: um marido maravilhoso, filhos perfeitos, um emprego que lhe pagava muitíssimo bem, uma família unida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O estranho é que ela não conseguia conciliar tudo isso, o trabalho e os afazeres lhe ocupavam todo o tempo e a sua vida estava deficitária em algumas áreas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Se o trabalho lhe consumia muito tempo, ela tirava dos filhos, se surgiam problemas, ela deixava de lado o marido... E assim, as pessoas que ela amava eram sempre deixadas para depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Até que um dia, seu pai, um homem muito sábio, lhe deu um presente: uma flor muito cara e raríssima, da qual havia apenas um exemplar em todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E disse a ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;- Filha, esta flor vai te ajudar muito mais do que você imagina! Você terá apenas que regá-la e podá-la de vez em quando, ás vezes conversar um pouquinho com ela, e ela te dará em troca esse perfume maravilhoso e essas lindas flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A jovem ficou muito emocionada, afinal a flor era de uma beleza sem igual. Mas o tempo foi passando, os problemas surgiam, o trabalho consumia todo o seu tempo, e a sua vida, que continuava confusa, não lhe permitia cuidar da flor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ela chegava em casa, olhava a flor e ela ainda estava lá, não mostrava sinal de fraqueza ou morte, apenas estava lá, linda, perfumada. Então ela passava direto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Até que um dia, sem mais nem menos, a flor morreu. Ela chegou em casa e levou um susto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Estava completamente morta, suas raízes estavam ressecadas, suas pétalas caídas e suas folhas amarelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A jovem chorou muito, e contou a seu pai o que havia acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Seu pai então respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;- Eu já imaginava que isso aconteceria, e eu não posso te dar outra flor, porque não existe outra igual a essa, ela era única, assim como seus filhos, seu marido e sua família. Todos são bênçãos que Deus te deu, mas você tem que aprender a regá-los, podá-los e dar atenção a eles, pois assim como a flor, os sentimentos também morrem. Você se acostumou a ver a flor sempre lá, sempre florida, sempre perfumada, e se esqueceu de cuidar dela.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/1130981554288074439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-flor-rara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/1130981554288074439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/1130981554288074439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/uma-flor-rara.html' title='UMA FLOR RARA'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-8612519521665532110</id><published>2011-09-11T11:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:44:14.944-03:00</updated><title type='text'>AMBIÇÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Chewy; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes eu queria ter intrepidez,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria ser mais forte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria não poder sentir dor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria ter o que por direito é meu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria vencer a timidez,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria ter um pouco de sorte,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria saber o que é o amor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria ser você, não eu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes eu queria ter vivacidade,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria ter o poder de&amp;nbsp;transformar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que algumas pessoas são&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E seu modo de viver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria saber o que é felicidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu queria doar a todos um coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E assim o mundo poder mudar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para mim e para você.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me sinto tão solta,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto tão brava,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto tão insensível,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão confusa e tão perdida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Num mundo convalescente;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto tão louca,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ao mesmo tempo tão calma;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me sinto tão invisível,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tão usada, tão iludida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por que não começamos novamente?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/feeds/8612519521665532110/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/ambicoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/8612519521665532110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9091617038313305214/posts/default/8612519521665532110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chpmartins64.blogspot.com/2011/09/ambicoes.html' title='AMBIÇÕES'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12635431762348603509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9091617038313305214.post-5276291998028869039</id><published>2011-09-08T12:47:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T12:47:38.610-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E DEUS DISSE NÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; 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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para remover meu orgulho, e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que não era tarefa dele, mas que era para eu abrir mão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para tornar meu irmão paraplégico em criança normal,&lt;br /&gt;e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que o Espírito é imortal e o corpo é temporário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para me dar paciência, e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que paciência é subproduto a tribulação, e que deveria ser conquistada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para me dar felicidade, e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que me da bênçãos. Felicidade depende de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para dividir minha dor com Ele, e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que o sofrimento nos afasta das coisas mundanas e nos deixa mais perto Dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para fazer o meu Espírito crescer e Deus disse &quot;Não&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele disse que devo crescer por meus esforços, mas Ele aparara minhas arestas para que eu frutifique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu perguntei a Deus se Ele me amava,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele me disse &quot;SIM&quot;, agora e sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi a Deus para me ajudar a amar os outros tanto quanto Ele me ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Deus disse : &quot;Ah, finalmente você entendeu !&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Você diz: &quot;Isso é impossível&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Tudo é possível&quot; (Lucas 18:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Eu já estou cansado&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu te darei o repouso&quot; (Mateus 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Ninguém me ama de verdade&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu te amo&quot; (João 3:16 &amp;amp; João 13:34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Não tenho condições&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Minha graça é suficiente&quot; (II. Corintos 12:9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Não vejo saída&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu guiarei teus passos&quot; (Provérbios 3:5-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Eu não posso fazer&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Você pode fazer tudo&quot; (Filipenses 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Estou angustiado&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu te livrarei da angustia&quot; (Salmos 90:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Não vale a pena&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Tudo vale a pena&quot; (Romanos 8:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Eu não mereço perdão&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu te perdôo&quot; (I Epistola de São João 1:9 &amp;amp; Romanos 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Não vou conseguir&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu suprirei todas as suas necessidades&quot; (Filipenses 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Estou com medo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu não te dei um espírito de medo&quot; (II. Timóteo 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Estou sempre frustrado e preocupado&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Confiai-me todas as suas preocupações&quot; (I Pedro 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Eu não tenho talento suficiente&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu te dou sabedoria&quot; (I Corintos 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Não tenho fé&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu dei a cada um uma medida de fé&quot; (Romanos 12:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você diz: &quot;Eu me sinto só e desamparado&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Deus diz: &quot;Eu nunca te deixarei nem desampararei&quot; (Hebreus 13:5)&lt;/h3&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Tu estás comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Autor:Wanderlino Arruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;tu estás comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Os teus ensinamentos,&lt;br /&gt;as tuas admoestações&lt;br /&gt;me consolam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;48&quot; src=&quot;http://www.romantichome.net/tuestascomigoornamento2004.jpg&quot; width=&quot;45&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na presença dos meus adversários,&lt;br /&gt;na presença dos meus amigos,&lt;br /&gt;na presença dos meus amores,&lt;br /&gt;bondade e misericórdia&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;certamente me seguirão,&lt;br /&gt;todos os dias da minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;48&quot; src=&quot;http://www.romantichome.net/tuestascomigoornamento2004.jpg&quot; width=&quot;45&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso,&lt;br /&gt;e por muito mais,&lt;br /&gt;que habito na casa do Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;e por toda a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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