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&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODJnvIwm4hm_0PRE-s5bsgnGEUtsnxtWHo8UKRu_fkqRX1jvI6All2SBGBMfhDuqdyXRZXIpdyG5eZkTBti07tP0ixt5pF5EpLX1XJuOYWsSabRzX8KaA74PUDJ1Gp2Lo_a7OX3ob45k/s1600/leonardo_da_vinci_pouco_conhecimento_faz_com_que_as_pes_l2ql1gx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" data-original-height="315" data-original-width="600" height="336" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODJnvIwm4hm_0PRE-s5bsgnGEUtsnxtWHo8UKRu_fkqRX1jvI6All2SBGBMfhDuqdyXRZXIpdyG5eZkTBti07tP0ixt5pF5EpLX1XJuOYWsSabRzX8KaA74PUDJ1Gp2Lo_a7OX3ob45k/s640/leonardo_da_vinci_pouco_conhecimento_faz_com_que_as_pes_l2ql1gx.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pouco conhecimento faz com que as pessoas se sintam orgulhosas.&lt;br /&gt;
Muito 
conhecimento, que se sintam humildes.&lt;br /&gt;
É assim que as espigas sem grãos 
erguem desdenhosamente a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;
para o céu, enquanto que as cheias as 
baixam para a terra, sua mãe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leonardo da Vinci &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/truquesedicas&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhODJnvIwm4hm_0PRE-s5bsgnGEUtsnxtWHo8UKRu_fkqRX1jvI6All2SBGBMfhDuqdyXRZXIpdyG5eZkTBti07tP0ixt5pF5EpLX1XJuOYWsSabRzX8KaA74PUDJ1Gp2Lo_a7OX3ob45k/s72-c/leonardo_da_vinci_pouco_conhecimento_faz_com_que_as_pes_l2ql1gx.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Santo Agostinho</title><link>http://decorlinks.blogspot.com/2019/08/santo-agostinho.html</link><category>POESIA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paula Pereira)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Aug 2019 14:16:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951242063044480666.post-5804906103680474949</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="pensaFrase"&gt;
&lt;div class="fr0" itemprop="description"&gt;
Tarde Vos amei, &lt;br /&gt;
ó Beleza tão antiga e tão nova, &lt;br /&gt;
tarde Vos amei! &lt;br /&gt;
Eis que habitáveis dentro de mim, &lt;br /&gt;
e eu, lá fora, a procurar-Vos! &lt;br /&gt;
Disforme, lançava-me sobre estas formosuras que criastes. &lt;br /&gt;
Estáveis comigo e eu não estava Convosco! &lt;br /&gt;
Retinha-me longe de Vós &lt;br /&gt;
aquilo que não existiria, &lt;br /&gt;
se não existisse em Vós. &lt;br /&gt;
Porém, chamastes-me, &lt;br /&gt;
com uma voz tão forte, &lt;br /&gt;
que rompestes a minha Surdez! &lt;br /&gt;
Brilhastes, cintilastes, &lt;br /&gt;
e logo afugentastes a minha cegueira! &lt;br /&gt;
Exalastes Perfume: &lt;br /&gt;
respirei-o, a plenos pulmões, suspirando por Vós. &lt;br /&gt;
Saboreei-Vos &lt;br /&gt;
e, agora, tenho fome e sede de Vós. &lt;br /&gt;
Tocastes-me &lt;br /&gt;
e ardi, no desejo da Vossa Paz&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="fr0" itemprop="description"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="fr0" itemprop="description"&gt;
Santo Agostinho &lt;/div&gt;
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Enquanto a
 filosofia que declara uma raça superior e outra inferior não for 
finalmente e permanentemente desacreditada e abandonada; enquanto não 
deixarem de existir cidadãos de primeira e segunda categoria de qualquer
 nação; enquanto a cor da pele de uma pessoa for mais importante que a 
cor dos seus olhos; enquanto não forem garantidos a todos por igual os 
direitos humanos básicos, sem olhar a raças, até esse dia, os sonhos de 
paz duradoura, cidadania mundial e governo de uma moral internacional 
irão continuar a ser uma ilusão fugaz, a ser perseguida, mas nunca 
alcançada.&lt;/div&gt;
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Haile Selassie&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sim, minha força está na solidão.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="frase fr fr-small" id="NjQ0"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não tenho medo nem de chuvas tempestivas nem das grandes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="frase fr fr-small" id="NjQ0"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ventanias 
soltas, pois eu também sou o escuro da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Clarice Lispector                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/truquesedicas&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYJav9NMzB2Ny51dP-IBAqp1MW9dk-PhNb3HTqpVid56fr8RH9WxHTHOxtVv_xYj8qXDIz0cAhEvLUlCW6E7VRXmFStJaIIK5dEUwXf4slSBns5yY5Vx1g6G1yQT8xJUD4aDkIjOU3VNA/s72-c/clarice_lispector_sim_minha_forca_esta_na_solidao_nao_t_lxv59lk.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Jorge Amado</title><link>http://decorlinks.blogspot.com/2019/08/blog-post.html</link><category>POESIA</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paula Pereira)</author><pubDate>Wed, 7 Aug 2019 20:10:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951242063044480666.post-2645005645742323299</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;A mãe, que em berço dourado pôs teu corpo cristalino,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;É sup'rior ao Destino, depois de te haver criado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Quando Amor, o Nume alado, tua infância acalentou,
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando os teus dias fadou,
minha Lília, minha amada,
&lt;br /&gt;
A mãe ficou encantada,
a Natureza pasmou.&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Deve dar breve cuidado,
motivar grande atenção,
&lt;br /&gt;
A um Deus a criação,
depois de te haver criado.
&lt;br /&gt;
Deve de ser refinado
o engenho que ele mostrar&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/truquesedicas&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Poesia Contemporânea e Moderna: POEMA EM LINHA RETA</title><link>http://decorlinks.blogspot.com/2019/05/poesia-contemporanea-e-moderna-poema-em.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paula Pereira)</author><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2019 22:45:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951242063044480666.post-6041962985289511934</guid><description>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="https://imaginarolhares.blogspot.com/2019/05/poema-em-linha-reta.html?spref=bl"&gt;Poesia Contemporânea e Moderna: POEMA EM LINHA RETA&lt;/a&gt;: FERNANDO PESSOA - Nunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada.  Todos os meus conhecidos têm sido campeões em tudo.   E eu, tantas vezes reles, tantas vezes porco, tantas vezes vil,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tantas vezes irrespondivelmente parasita,&lt;br /&gt;
Indesculpavelmente sujo,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tantas vezes não tenho tido paciência para tomar banho,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tantas vezes tenho sido ridículo, absurdo,&lt;br /&gt;
Que tenho enrolado os pés publicamente nos tapetes das etiquetas,&lt;br /&gt;
Que tenho sido grotesco, mesquinho, submisso e arrogante,&lt;br /&gt;
Que tenho sofrido enxovalhos e calado,&lt;br /&gt;
Que quando não tenho calado, tenho sido mais ridículo ainda;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tenho sido cômico às criadas de hotel,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tenho sentido o piscar de olhos dos moços de fretes,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tenho feito vergonhas financeiras, pedido emprestado sem pagar,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que, quando a hora do soco surgiu, me tenho agachado&lt;br /&gt;
Para fora da possibilidade do soco;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu, que tenho sofrido a angústia das pequenas coisas ridículas,&lt;br /&gt;
Eu verifico que não tenho par nisto tudo neste mundo.&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/truquesedicas&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>BASTA ESPERAR</title><link>http://decorlinks.blogspot.com/2019/05/basta-esperar.html</link><category>HUMOR - CARTOON</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paula Pereira)</author><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2019 15:54:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-951242063044480666.post-2230282704400576222</guid><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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