<?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-6426503326954104348</id><updated>2026-04-05T09:15:40.671-03:00</updated><category term="Amor"/><category term="Coração"/><category term="Música"/><category term="Silêncio"/><category term="Vida"/><category term="Amar"/><category term="Alma"/><category term="Esperança"/><category term="Caminhos"/><category term="Mar"/><category term="Sonhos"/><category term="lembranças"/><category term="Lua"/><category term="Luz"/><category term="Saudade"/><category term="Amigos"/><category term="Vento"/><category term="Sonho"/><category term="Amizade"/><category 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Branco"/><category term="Primavera"/><category term="Procuro"/><category term="Promessa"/><category term="Pássaros"/><category term="Pérolas"/><category term="Pés Descalços"/><category term="Quietude"/><category term="Quintal"/><category term="Razão"/><category term="Recordar"/><category term="Refém"/><category term="Renovação"/><category term="Resiliência"/><category term="Respeito"/><category term="Respirar"/><category term="Ressurgi"/><category term="Ritmos"/><category term="Roman Mleczko"/><category term="Rosa"/><category term="Rostos"/><category term="Rumi"/><category term="Rótulo"/><category term="Sabedoria da água.Augusto Cury"/><category term="Santos"/><category term="Sarcasmo"/><category term="Sem Você"/><category term="Sentimento"/><category term="Ser"/><category term="Ser Poeta"/><category term="Serenidade"/><category term="Serpentes"/><category term="Seus Olhos"/><category term="Sofrimento"/><category term="Som"/><category term="Sorrateiro"/><category term="Su"/><category term="Sufocada"/><category term="Suspiro"/><category term="Sábios"/><category term="Série"/><category term="Te amo"/><category term="Tempestade"/><category term="Teorias"/><category term="Teus Olhos"/><category term="Tola"/><category term="Tom Jobim"/><category term="Traços"/><category term="Tropecei"/><category term="Tudo É Você"/><category term="Um Estranho"/><category term="Um dia"/><category term="Vazio"/><category term="Vermelho"/><category term="Vinho"/><category term="Vinícius de Moraes"/><category term="Violino"/><category term="Viver"/><category term="Voar"/><category term="Você Me Levanta"/><category term="Você se foi"/><category term="Volúvel"/><category term="Vídeo"/><category term="abril"/><category term="amanhã"/><category term="batalhas"/><category term="bondade"/><category term="cair"/><category term="cançãp"/><category term="chorar"/><category term="corações"/><category term="divagar"/><category term="escuridão"/><category term="felicidade"/><category term="filha"/><category term="florescer"/><category term="florir"/><category term="flui"/><category term="fofoca"/><category term="fradmentos"/><category term="fraqueza"/><category term="grito"/><category term="imaginar"/><category term="irônia"/><category term="lutar"/><category term="lágrimas"/><category term="me refiz"/><category term="moite"/><category term="o agora"/><category term="perfumado"/><category term="perfume"/><category term="ponte"/><category term="preto e branco"/><category term="recomeçar"/><category term="reergui"/><category term="ruídos"/><category term="saber"/><category term="sangue"/><category term="sensível"/><category term="ser eu"/><category term="sussurrar"/><category term="susto"/><category term="terror"/><category term="tolerância zero"/><category term="tristeza"/><category term="vencer"/><category term="´Vazio"/><category term="Única"/><title type='text'>Lucia Cantinho</title><subtitle type='html'>A grandeza não consiste em receber honras, mas em merecê-las (Aristóteles)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehZdXL5fVDe5aVavsVBAu1bqDNPSjcDgpyZ-gKa7K3-krbwLbaF7_CSBEKeEiuCKiaB1Tk7hWmHVBpBFQ-FqSXNTFFtGJ7jiiD_Qy9VprljQOOu090cApwq-oKhEjZm_Wv9utzTHIzBm5EquZ6TpVT9ITKeakgHzrfqS8jbSEAx_R7tWxUoOwY0fwP9nD/w426-h640/Caminho%20iluminado%20pela%20lua%20cheia.jpg&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há uma distância que não cabe no mapa&lt;br /&gt; Mas insiste em morar dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt; É como se parte do que sou&lt;br /&gt; Tivesse ficado presa em outro lugar&lt;br /&gt; Onde não posso alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que perdi o juízo &lt;br /&gt; Talvez porque não percebam&lt;br /&gt; Para onde meus pensamentos vão&lt;br /&gt; Quando o silêncio toma conta de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite se abre sobre o céu&lt;br /&gt; E uma luz pálida vigia meus segredos&lt;br /&gt; Eu permaneço ali...&lt;br /&gt; Como quem encontra companhia&lt;br /&gt; Onde ninguém mais vê&lt;br /&gt;Falo baixo, quase em segredo&lt;br /&gt; Como se alguém lá no alto&lt;br /&gt; Pudesse me entender&lt;br /&gt; E, por um instante breve&lt;br /&gt; Sinto que não sou a única a chamar&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser imaginação&lt;br /&gt; Ou apenas saudade insistente&lt;br /&gt; Ganhando forma no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Mas há respostas que não chegam em palavras &lt;br /&gt; Chegam em calma, em presença&lt;br /&gt; Em algo que atravessa a distância sem se perder&lt;br /&gt;E se for loucura&lt;br /&gt; Que ela continue me encontrando todas as noites&lt;br /&gt; Quando ergo os olhos&lt;br /&gt; E confio meus silêncios&lt;br /&gt; Àquela velha luz no céu...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; 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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/83fSNrkQNBA?si=GEDQve1Y2Y3Ylrcg&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2501552835956756518/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/lua-silenciosa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2501552835956756518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2501552835956756518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/lua-silenciosa.html' title='LUA SILENCIOSA'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgehZdXL5fVDe5aVavsVBAu1bqDNPSjcDgpyZ-gKa7K3-krbwLbaF7_CSBEKeEiuCKiaB1Tk7hWmHVBpBFQ-FqSXNTFFtGJ7jiiD_Qy9VprljQOOu090cApwq-oKhEjZm_Wv9utzTHIzBm5EquZ6TpVT9ITKeakgHzrfqS8jbSEAx_R7tWxUoOwY0fwP9nD/s72-w426-h640-c/Caminho%20iluminado%20pela%20lua%20cheia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-4507843736045819329</id><published>2026-03-22T16:45:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-27T11:49:03.236-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abrigo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Acreditar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor"/><title type='text'>Alguém Para Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymZrK1C7TH5BJGDtW603RqyRn48L-fTYHRx5dLqK6mYYuJb7gYRVNt3rKCsfiyGz5AVMkCahx-RaUz2_NmmRQ2XaZYs9PH6l6phGNo-7L2uC5IGryKad_9esHlYjfjREVjKXwtbycp2LMdTCf1GNM51K9OKZRKoav7V2rJ5A-W37F0mz_xoXiSO_7-7ph/s1536/Abra%C3%A7o%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymZrK1C7TH5BJGDtW603RqyRn48L-fTYHRx5dLqK6mYYuJb7gYRVNt3rKCsfiyGz5AVMkCahx-RaUz2_NmmRQ2XaZYs9PH6l6phGNo-7L2uC5IGryKad_9esHlYjfjREVjKXwtbycp2LMdTCf1GNM51K9OKZRKoav7V2rJ5A-W37F0mz_xoXiSO_7-7ph/w426-h640/Abra%C3%A7o%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.png&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eu me perdi de mim por muito tempo&lt;br /&gt; Como quem anda sem saber aonde quer chegar&lt;br /&gt; Tudo em mim era silêncio demais&lt;br /&gt; Um vazio que nem doía mais&lt;br /&gt;Até que você chegou sem pressa&lt;br /&gt; Com um jeito leve de ficar&lt;br /&gt; E, sem tentar mudar tudo&lt;br /&gt; Foi só me olhando e ficando&lt;br /&gt;Tinha tanto em mim quebrado&lt;br /&gt; Tanta coisa sem nome, sem forma&lt;br /&gt; Mas suas mãos nunca tiveram medo&lt;br /&gt; Você cuidou de mim como quem acredita&lt;br /&gt;E foi ali, no simples&lt;br /&gt; Que algo começou a nascer de novo&lt;br /&gt; Não de repente, não como milagre&lt;br /&gt; Mas como flor que aprende o tempo de abrir&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quando eu respiro, tem você&lt;br /&gt; No meu riso, tem você&lt;br /&gt; No meu jeito de ver o mundo, também&lt;br /&gt;Você não apagou o que eu vivi&lt;br /&gt; Mas fez tudo ganhar outro sentido&lt;br /&gt; E, de alguma forma bonita&lt;br /&gt; Até as minhas marcas ficaram mais leves&lt;br /&gt;Se antes eu só existia, agora eu sinto&lt;br /&gt; E sinto com calma, com verdade, com abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque te encontrar&lt;br /&gt; Não foi esquecer a dor &lt;br /&gt; Foi aprender que ainda existe amor&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo depois de tudo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; display: -webkit-box; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; line-height: 28px; margin: 0px; max-height: 56px; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;yt-formatted-string class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; force-default-style=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;Jon B  - Someone To Love HD (TRADUÇÃO)&quot;&gt;Jon B - Someone To Love&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZROXhKqxc78?si=Y-sd8o0KVqsCADU2&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #131313; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&quot;Someone To Love&quot;, de Jon B. (part. Babyface), é uma balada R&amp;amp;B de 1995 que celebra o amor transformador e a gratidão por encontrar alguém especial. A letra expressa a superação de um período difícil, onde o amor da outra pessoa renova as esperanças e dá sentido à vida, destacando a importância de amar e ser amado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4507843736045819329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/aguem-para-amar.html#comment-form' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4507843736045819329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4507843736045819329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/aguem-para-amar.html' title='Alguém Para Amar'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymZrK1C7TH5BJGDtW603RqyRn48L-fTYHRx5dLqK6mYYuJb7gYRVNt3rKCsfiyGz5AVMkCahx-RaUz2_NmmRQ2XaZYs9PH6l6phGNo-7L2uC5IGryKad_9esHlYjfjREVjKXwtbycp2LMdTCf1GNM51K9OKZRKoav7V2rJ5A-W37F0mz_xoXiSO_7-7ph/s72-w426-h640-c/Abra%C3%A7o%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-5872881477242737073</id><published>2026-03-16T17:23:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-16T17:23:38.465-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Horizonte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vida"/><title type='text'>Horizonte Em Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYm4B3AUuSST-omHV697rmIL_HCKdYbtAX0Olnq_v-B4bpbAoiSIBmdu8Ayj6wdQti-lR62I_4XlFqP_06SNlfXMCtRcGJI2C_ta8R_84ZU0PdJi4WzKFXpCAQ1coxHx6N6wfmHp4eNUe0YlvCd41GQbK-TP-Q4BQrFYqlwpDOoupF-TerwH6OYOMEOMuw/s800/Romance%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;800&quot; data-original-width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYm4B3AUuSST-omHV697rmIL_HCKdYbtAX0Olnq_v-B4bpbAoiSIBmdu8Ayj6wdQti-lR62I_4XlFqP_06SNlfXMCtRcGJI2C_ta8R_84ZU0PdJi4WzKFXpCAQ1coxHx6N6wfmHp4eNUe0YlvCd41GQbK-TP-Q4BQrFYqlwpDOoupF-TerwH6OYOMEOMuw/w400-h640/Romance%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guardei meu mundo em calmaria&lt;br /&gt; Como quem se esconde do mar&lt;br /&gt; Dias passavam em linha vazia&lt;br /&gt; Sem nada novo a despertar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia paz o que eu sentia&lt;br /&gt; Mas era só quietude demais&lt;br /&gt; Faltava o sopro da ousadia&lt;br /&gt; Que faz o peito ir além do cais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então teu brilho veio leve&lt;br /&gt; Como farol na imensidão&lt;br /&gt; Rompeu a névoa fria e breve&lt;br /&gt; Que eu guardava no coração &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego marcas do passado&lt;br /&gt; Um adeus duro de esquecer&lt;br /&gt; Mas mesmo assim sigo inclinada&lt;br /&gt; A outra vez me oferecer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito que mostrar&lt;br /&gt; Apenas verdade na mão&lt;br /&gt; Mas sei que quem decide amar&lt;br /&gt; Colhe coragem no chão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o destino pede tentativa&lt;br /&gt; Não vou mais me esconder do mar&lt;br /&gt; Pois tua presença acende a vida&lt;br /&gt; E me ensina de novo a arriscar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; 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&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/l8oabI4UZX4?si=2sOPGwROEzHkW3n2&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5872881477242737073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/horizonte-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/5872881477242737073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/5872881477242737073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/horizonte-em-voce.html' title='Horizonte Em Você'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYm4B3AUuSST-omHV697rmIL_HCKdYbtAX0Olnq_v-B4bpbAoiSIBmdu8Ayj6wdQti-lR62I_4XlFqP_06SNlfXMCtRcGJI2C_ta8R_84ZU0PdJi4WzKFXpCAQ1coxHx6N6wfmHp4eNUe0YlvCd41GQbK-TP-Q4BQrFYqlwpDOoupF-TerwH6OYOMEOMuw/s72-w400-h640-c/Romance%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-6342933568801533117</id><published>2026-03-13T18:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-14T00:09:19.374-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ausência"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Incompreensão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="irônia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ruídos"/><title type='text'>Incompreensão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7UV8lFYqGUqrNDiduu6Nc3bmveXBmSnDCsHeKaVYSj7xZvVqVrj8aHVJDHZnd3bPmFuIzr4NAPCTkNL76lroJXFNH95W6JRzQ79f9jNcICDIMeNvtw7dsaB_wEXOv6qlpcmeHDdAg6dk6ghtCd7Pdmug0ll3geV0ayMKDVizM3TEuypAqhflVEk3AkwQ/s1080/Incompreens%C3%A3o.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1080&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7UV8lFYqGUqrNDiduu6Nc3bmveXBmSnDCsHeKaVYSj7xZvVqVrj8aHVJDHZnd3bPmFuIzr4NAPCTkNL76lroJXFNH95W6JRzQ79f9jNcICDIMeNvtw7dsaB_wEXOv6qlpcmeHDdAg6dk6ghtCd7Pdmug0ll3geV0ayMKDVizM3TEuypAqhflVEk3AkwQ/w266-h400/Incompreens%C3%A3o.gif&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“Há verdades tão delicadas que preferem o silêncio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;a
disputar lugar entre os ruídos do mundo.” ©Lucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: helvetica; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminhos me chamam, mas guardam silêncio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como entradas seladas por mãos invisíveis&lt;br /&gt;Há um anseio quieto em mim&lt;br /&gt;Um passo que sempre hesita diante do mistério&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tento tocar o afeto com a voz&lt;br /&gt;Os ouvidos do mundo se fecham cansados&lt;br /&gt;Como se ternura fosse um peso&lt;br /&gt;Que poucos desejam carregar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu nunca pertença&lt;br /&gt;Ao ofício dos que tecem versos&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, no que digo&lt;br /&gt;Transborda aquilo que sou por inteiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de cada sílaba&lt;br /&gt;Escorre um retrato secreto&lt;br /&gt;Um espelho delicado&lt;br /&gt;Onde minha essência respira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia apagarem os registros&lt;br /&gt;Do que escrevi ou confessei ao vento&lt;br /&gt;Que também se dissolvam as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Presas no ar das antigas conversas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me soltem, suave e sem ruído&lt;br /&gt;Como quem abre a mão para um pássaro cansado&lt;br /&gt;Partirei leve, quase ausência&lt;br /&gt;Misturando-me ao grande silêncio do universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, no repouso sem nome&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu encontre descanso&lt;br /&gt;Não como perda&lt;br /&gt;Mas como um suspiro que finalmente se aquieta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6342933568801533117/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/incompreensao.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6342933568801533117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6342933568801533117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/incompreensao.html' title='Incompreensão'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7UV8lFYqGUqrNDiduu6Nc3bmveXBmSnDCsHeKaVYSj7xZvVqVrj8aHVJDHZnd3bPmFuIzr4NAPCTkNL76lroJXFNH95W6JRzQ79f9jNcICDIMeNvtw7dsaB_wEXOv6qlpcmeHDdAg6dk6ghtCd7Pdmug0ll3geV0ayMKDVizM3TEuypAqhflVEk3AkwQ/s72-w266-h400-c/Incompreens%C3%A3o.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-2647523218583115484</id><published>2026-03-09T13:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-09T14:05:55.944-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="batalhas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fraqueza"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="risos"/><title type='text'>Antes De Partir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Antes que o caminho me leve&lt;br /&gt; Para além do que nossos olhos alcançam&lt;br /&gt; Deixo o coração voltar um instante&lt;br /&gt; Às paisagens que vivemos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Ali ainda respiram&lt;br /&gt; Risos leves, dias difíceis, batalhas silenciosas&lt;br /&gt; Que transformaram fraqueza em coragem&lt;br /&gt;Não existe arrependimento nesse retorno&lt;br /&gt; Até os tropeços tiveram propósito&lt;br /&gt; Como pedras que, sem perceber&lt;br /&gt; Desenharam a trilha que nos trouxe até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando nossos olhares se encontram agora&lt;br /&gt; Há um universo inteiro guardado neles &lt;br /&gt; Frases que nunca aprenderam a sair&lt;br /&gt; Sentimentos grandes demais para caber em voz&lt;br /&gt; Há um vento distante chamando meu nome&lt;br /&gt; Como se dentro do peito&lt;br /&gt; Existissem asas esperando o momento de abrir&lt;br /&gt;Dizer adeus nunca é simples&lt;br /&gt; Quando a alma ainda deseja permanecer&lt;br /&gt; Mas alguns caminhos pedem coragem&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando o coração pede pausa&lt;br /&gt;Então o abraço se alonga, tentando guardar no silêncio&lt;br /&gt; Tudo aquilo que o tempo não permitirá repetir&lt;br /&gt;Porque certas presenças não desaparecem com a distância &lt;br /&gt; Elas encontram abrigo mais fundo&lt;br /&gt; Onde memória e afeto caminham lado a lado&lt;br /&gt;E antes que o horizonte me leve&lt;br /&gt; Uma verdade precisa permanecer clara&lt;br /&gt;A luz que encontrei em você continuará acesa em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não importa quão longe o destino me leve&lt;br /&gt; Esse brilho seguirá comigo, iluminando cada passo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; display: -webkit-box; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 2.8rem; margin: 0px; max-height: 5.6rem; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;yt-formatted-string class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; force-default-style=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;Once Before I Go   Barry Manilow  (TRADUÇÃO) HD  (Lyrics Video)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Once Before I Go - Barry Manilow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/6lk8jdPMa7c?si=J2un5hvMG_J3Mwa-&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2647523218583115484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/antes-de-partir.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2647523218583115484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2647523218583115484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/antes-de-partir.html' title='Antes De Partir'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcOZ-3gLTomZi6v6yIAe_4lpZJDVYjGAZCysiT71S0892IXfIYxGXxqI0WFtsJ3rCTbWUM4tL8l4dE-r_Eo7NRKYG5D1hJl_7GOYrIHpPNgEw4F9CtbW4vJKe-MvG5qZ3Y1cmI2ArC9IPBHfjJq12S1hbYOb-zPOIhWzfu89noli_Dizms8RxHd9V77dc/s72-w266-h400-c/Amor%20ao%20entardecer%20no%20caminho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7559207807405843664</id><published>2026-03-06T21:26:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-07T02:29:10.815-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jornada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raízes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tempestade"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vida"/><title type='text'>Quando A Alma Cria Raiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxI4Tolzrocs16igs5PtJtTF9C_QsU7uoeDQ2G6X-qU3awt3BgaHM9edgtzuyZB06-YzeF0SpiNhDTsf5QpsnP-4wAWRm3HZil5zyawolnIBlws6GuP6lfQxX0dwS6P7HTcECg94LJQDej0rTM_KQ5xqi8oBFGTOLDOYWo81XwbLHrFcrOS2A-37rYLR8/s768/Quando%20a%20Alma%20Cria%20Raiz.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;768&quot; data-original-width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxI4Tolzrocs16igs5PtJtTF9C_QsU7uoeDQ2G6X-qU3awt3BgaHM9edgtzuyZB06-YzeF0SpiNhDTsf5QpsnP-4wAWRm3HZil5zyawolnIBlws6GuP6lfQxX0dwS6P7HTcECg94LJQDej0rTM_KQ5xqi8oBFGTOLDOYWo81XwbLHrFcrOS2A-37rYLR8/w426-h640/Quando%20a%20Alma%20Cria%20Raiz.jpg&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há um amanhecer que nasce por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando o horizonte parece incerto&lt;br /&gt;Das ruínas surgiram entendimentos&lt;br /&gt; O que partiu não virou corrente&lt;br /&gt; Virou sabedoria quieta...&lt;br /&gt;Puxo o ar devagar&lt;br /&gt; E sigo pela própria jornada&lt;br /&gt; Mais inteira que na véspera&lt;br /&gt;Uma serenidade germina&lt;br /&gt; No lugar onde antes&lt;br /&gt; Tempestades faziam morada&lt;br /&gt;A trilha se ilumina pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt; Movimento após movimento&lt;br /&gt; Sem urgência, sem pavor&lt;br /&gt;Os fardos se soltam dos ombros&lt;br /&gt; E o espírito encontra equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;O que parecia abismo&lt;br /&gt; Revela-se abertura&lt;br /&gt; Um espaço amplo para existir de outro jeito&lt;br /&gt;Sou feita de recomeços&lt;br /&gt; De bravura que não faz alarde&lt;br /&gt; De uma claridade que insiste em permanecer&lt;br /&gt;E continuo…&lt;br /&gt;Não porque a vida mudou de peso&lt;br /&gt; Mas porque minha alma ganhou raiz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7559207807405843664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/quando-alma-cria-raiz.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7559207807405843664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7559207807405843664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/quando-alma-cria-raiz.html' title='Quando A Alma Cria Raiz'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRxI4Tolzrocs16igs5PtJtTF9C_QsU7uoeDQ2G6X-qU3awt3BgaHM9edgtzuyZB06-YzeF0SpiNhDTsf5QpsnP-4wAWRm3HZil5zyawolnIBlws6GuP6lfQxX0dwS6P7HTcECg94LJQDej0rTM_KQ5xqi8oBFGTOLDOYWo81XwbLHrFcrOS2A-37rYLR8/s72-w426-h640-c/Quando%20a%20Alma%20Cria%20Raiz.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7459434295877734791</id><published>2026-03-02T14:51:00.013-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-03T21:45:59.343-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abraço"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lembranças"/><title type='text'>Onde O Mundo Não Nos Alcança</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgazAtTe-KKiU3LNMvxB3ELiaiyWbza0n8CkToEvpNrmJCqJQyuDq6tU4Ym6xw2QYOJ74kV9GxGgCiwI-5jMxKKui8A-kJmxn3cxZZw3xISFM1InShOjI5wEVT30XkbK0ijYVYflQQ4kwLXnEYDJGOJHTPz7-C0RFixICxzGa64IhixtxQC5fctrduUVmF/s1050/Noite%20de%20tempestade%20e%20aconchego.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1050&quot; data-original-width=&quot;700&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgazAtTe-KKiU3LNMvxB3ELiaiyWbza0n8CkToEvpNrmJCqJQyuDq6tU4Ym6xw2QYOJ74kV9GxGgCiwI-5jMxKKui8A-kJmxn3cxZZw3xISFM1InShOjI5wEVT30XkbK0ijYVYflQQ4kwLXnEYDJGOJHTPz7-C0RFixICxzGa64IhixtxQC5fctrduUVmF/w266-h400/Noite%20de%20tempestade%20e%20aconchego.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um amor sereno e resistente atravessa tempestades
e&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000;&quot;&gt;permanece eterno enquanto vivido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre silêncios que abraçam instantes&lt;br /&gt; Dois caminhos se encontram sem pressa&lt;br /&gt; Há calor mesmo quando o mundo gela&lt;br /&gt; Há abrigo no toque que resiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora, o céu desaba em fúria&lt;br /&gt; Aqui dentro, pulsa algo sereno&lt;br /&gt; Conflitos sopram como tempestades antigas&lt;br /&gt; Mas não arrancam raízes profundas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre, indomável, invisível &lt;br /&gt; Escapa pelos dedos distraídos&lt;br /&gt; Ainda assim, algo insiste em permanecer&lt;br /&gt; Um laço que aprende a durar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na penumbra, nasce um desejo suave&lt;br /&gt; Erguido em olhares que dizem tudo&lt;br /&gt; Enquanto pontos distantes brilham&lt;br /&gt; Antes de sumirem no infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tudo virar lembrança distante&lt;br /&gt; Restará o que não se mede&lt;br /&gt; Aquilo que foi vivido por inteiro&lt;br /&gt; Sem medo de ser eterno enquanto existiu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2dyiA3rliE&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2dyiA3rliE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/n2dyiA3rliE?si=FvsEiYCpLlqF_I7o&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SE ALGUÉM NÃO CONSEGUIR VISUALIZAR A CAPA DO VÍDEO, CLIQUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;EM ASSISTIR NO YOUTUBE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7459434295877734791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/onde-o-mundo-nao-nos-alcanca.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7459434295877734791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7459434295877734791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/03/onde-o-mundo-nao-nos-alcanca.html' title='Onde O Mundo Não Nos Alcança'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgazAtTe-KKiU3LNMvxB3ELiaiyWbza0n8CkToEvpNrmJCqJQyuDq6tU4Ym6xw2QYOJ74kV9GxGgCiwI-5jMxKKui8A-kJmxn3cxZZw3xISFM1InShOjI5wEVT30XkbK0ijYVYflQQ4kwLXnEYDJGOJHTPz7-C0RFixICxzGa64IhixtxQC5fctrduUVmF/s72-w266-h400-c/Noite%20de%20tempestade%20e%20aconchego.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-8655865130360313458</id><published>2026-02-23T16:54:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2026-02-23T16:58:31.565-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Céu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memória"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Saudade"/><title type='text'>Permanência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hbn1Ld7DBQCeu0IAtj-KtNo-DK61mDuooDHShdgCAcDABUUku5AlnuDUKFTZ3DwqfwZ5Hb2MfUGSK4UDEOTzxZjE36sB66CDgHaf1XGhC7bJOmuxKS6BWZOwNvN_KxvW-5kQF2G45GXRWYirey8BeHkWVwN8qys9S8Qe3SUMuG2h33iKibR76NTZy2Zk/s1536/Homem%20pensativo%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;587&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hbn1Ld7DBQCeu0IAtj-KtNo-DK61mDuooDHShdgCAcDABUUku5AlnuDUKFTZ3DwqfwZ5Hb2MfUGSK4UDEOTzxZjE36sB66CDgHaf1XGhC7bJOmuxKS6BWZOwNvN_KxvW-5kQF2G45GXRWYirey8BeHkWVwN8qys9S8Qe3SUMuG2h33iKibR76NTZy2Zk/w391-h587/Homem%20pensativo%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg&quot; width=&quot;391&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre ruas que não reconhecem meu nome&lt;br /&gt;Sigo acumulando paisagens&lt;br /&gt;Como quem tenta preencher um silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Há sal no ar&lt;br /&gt; Há fogo no fim do dia&lt;br /&gt; Há um céu que muda de cor&lt;br /&gt; Como se quisesse me convencer a ficar&lt;br /&gt;Guardo um instante nosso&lt;br /&gt; Imóvel no tempo lado a lado&lt;br /&gt; Diante de algo infinito&lt;br /&gt; Que nenhum de nós conseguiu explicar&lt;br /&gt;Viajo por caminhos longos e sombreados&lt;br /&gt; Deixo os passos se perderem em extensões sem fim&lt;br /&gt; Subo até onde a cidade quase toca o céu&lt;br /&gt; E, lá de cima, tudo parece pequeno &lt;br /&gt; Menos aquilo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Você permanece distante&lt;br /&gt; Envolta em dias frios&lt;br /&gt; Habitante de um mundo que não alcanço&lt;br /&gt; E ainda assim tão presente&lt;br /&gt; Que atravessa qualquer distância&lt;br /&gt;Ir embora nunca foi ausência inteira&lt;br /&gt; Existe sempre um fio invisível puxando de volta&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia você chamar, não haverá demora &lt;br /&gt; Voltarei com o inverno nas mãos&lt;br /&gt; Apenas para encontrar abrigo no calor da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Imagino você em silêncio&lt;br /&gt; Presa a palavras de um livro qualquer&lt;br /&gt; Enquanto eu, daqui, reescrevo você dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que era lembrança se transforma em certeza&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não diminui, ele amplia&lt;br /&gt;E aquilo que sinto cresce&lt;br /&gt; Sem pedir permissão&lt;br /&gt; Sem conhecer distância&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; display: -webkit-box; line-height: 2.8rem; margin: 0px; max-height: 5.6rem; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;yt-formatted-string class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; force-default-style=&quot;&quot; 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&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/9lKbaod2CRE?si=bjF4y8bMEh7KIFln&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8655865130360313458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/permanencia.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8655865130360313458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8655865130360313458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/permanencia.html' title='Permanência'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2hbn1Ld7DBQCeu0IAtj-KtNo-DK61mDuooDHShdgCAcDABUUku5AlnuDUKFTZ3DwqfwZ5Hb2MfUGSK4UDEOTzxZjE36sB66CDgHaf1XGhC7bJOmuxKS6BWZOwNvN_KxvW-5kQF2G45GXRWYirey8BeHkWVwN8qys9S8Qe3SUMuG2h33iKibR76NTZy2Zk/s72-w391-h587-c/Homem%20pensativo%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-8599629638022047218</id><published>2026-02-16T16:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2026-02-16T16:24:01.051-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abrigo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Memórias"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sonhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="´Vazio"/><title type='text'>Caminho Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnKLOCt0-mJjhDuZsTQYAQZAwET5CyMjXIKI_R346ziaKBUNLH-9PqJYnAG9BzCtLemCLpk3EI5acoX6xa1SHdxMiSbHgIke-V1kylvxmfjp-8Yp8D2rnZd5HrbgS3Zt6tsV-BYfQ-w3mmp8mzdpFZfNnLB03d2HJtKPDIgI1vA_G8_d2kn2n-8RBsWSp/s1425/Caminho%20de%20mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1425&quot; data-original-width=&quot;950&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnKLOCt0-mJjhDuZsTQYAQZAwET5CyMjXIKI_R346ziaKBUNLH-9PqJYnAG9BzCtLemCLpk3EI5acoX6xa1SHdxMiSbHgIke-V1kylvxmfjp-8Yp8D2rnZd5HrbgS3Zt6tsV-BYfQ-w3mmp8mzdpFZfNnLB03d2HJtKPDIgI1vA_G8_d2kn2n-8RBsWSp/w266-h400/Caminho%20de%20mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guardo lembranças como quem guarda sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que já estão partidos&lt;br /&gt; Caminho só, mas levo teus traços comigo&lt;br /&gt;Na prisão doce e amarga da memória&lt;br /&gt; Sigo em frente, mesmo sem teu abrigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque esquecer você, nunca foi escolha&lt;br /&gt;E no silêncio das horas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Converso com aquilo que fomos&lt;br /&gt; Como se o tempo ainda pudesse nos ouvir&lt;br /&gt; Há caminhos que sigo apenas por terem guardado teus passos&lt;br /&gt; E paisagens que ainda repetem o som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt; Aprendi a viver com essa ausência que não se despede&lt;br /&gt; Feito onda que recua, mas sempre volta ao mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt; E assim continuo inteira e incompleta&lt;br /&gt; Fazendo da saudade um modo de seguir respirando&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Over You - Gary Puckett &amp;amp; The Union Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/OSNbGLmCkcA?si=U_-Ece-kFdKv8pM-&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;O que fica no coração, não se esquece, em algum momento você vai lembrar.
Uma dor sincera de quem tenta seguir em frente, mas ainda está preso às lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8599629638022047218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/caminho-vazio.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8599629638022047218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8599629638022047218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/caminho-vazio.html' title='Caminho Vazio'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnKLOCt0-mJjhDuZsTQYAQZAwET5CyMjXIKI_R346ziaKBUNLH-9PqJYnAG9BzCtLemCLpk3EI5acoX6xa1SHdxMiSbHgIke-V1kylvxmfjp-8Yp8D2rnZd5HrbgS3Zt6tsV-BYfQ-w3mmp8mzdpFZfNnLB03d2HJtKPDIgI1vA_G8_d2kn2n-8RBsWSp/s72-w266-h400-c/Caminho%20de%20mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-2132494301122027368</id><published>2026-02-09T19:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2026-02-09T19:01:40.519-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Passado"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pensamento"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silêncio"/><title type='text'> Maré Interna</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1PIKayWiwHxgnts6_4FOb0yLxV2ZhXxajn6xHjJ8HUwRWGvf6o-P-pZJtOG3BPjcJ3tMyyWeWtvyyVUxLcKyooZCCG4x7rq8tuN_QQbAiK7-StOM3meTaE2SOiyNS1Hg3kujAd4u_hJsp7b0eM6xmU62DWb6xZZra9WRywSfM_07oiDN00NssLVv1LtV/s1080/Mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas%20na%20%C3%A1gua.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1080&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1PIKayWiwHxgnts6_4FOb0yLxV2ZhXxajn6xHjJ8HUwRWGvf6o-P-pZJtOG3BPjcJ3tMyyWeWtvyyVUxLcKyooZCCG4x7rq8tuN_QQbAiK7-StOM3meTaE2SOiyNS1Hg3kujAd4u_hJsp7b0eM6xmU62DWb6xZZra9WRywSfM_07oiDN00NssLVv1LtV/w426-h640/Mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas%20na%20%C3%A1gua.jpg&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fico de pé no quarto silencioso&lt;br /&gt; Onde o tempo esqueceu um lado do colchão&lt;br /&gt; Há noites em que o corpo deita&lt;br /&gt; Mas a mente continua andando em círculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi só a despedida&lt;br /&gt; Foi o que ficou vibrando depois&lt;br /&gt; Erros têm gosto&lt;br /&gt; E alguns voltam pela garganta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrego escolhas como pedras molhadas&lt;br /&gt; Pesadas demais para fingir que não existem&lt;br /&gt; O passado não chama ele sussurra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem porto&lt;br /&gt; Meus pensamentos ainda nadam&lt;br /&gt; Na direção de um nome&lt;br /&gt; Que o peito não aprendeu a soltar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; display: -webkit-box; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 2.8rem; margin: 0px; max-height: 5.6rem; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;yt-formatted-string class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; force-default-style=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;Always   Gavin James  (TRADUÇÃO) HD  (Lyrics Video)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Always - Gavin James&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/3A9f3WSWp9M?si=rwyB2sLzV5wblnGe&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esse sentimento é como tentar respirar dentro da memória: nada visível te prende, mas algo invisível pesa. Não é só a ausência de alguém é a dificuldade de aceitar quem você se tornou depois do adeus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2132494301122027368/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/mare-interna.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2132494301122027368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2132494301122027368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/mare-interna.html' title=' Maré Interna'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1PIKayWiwHxgnts6_4FOb0yLxV2ZhXxajn6xHjJ8HUwRWGvf6o-P-pZJtOG3BPjcJ3tMyyWeWtvyyVUxLcKyooZCCG4x7rq8tuN_QQbAiK7-StOM3meTaE2SOiyNS1Hg3kujAd4u_hJsp7b0eM6xmU62DWb6xZZra9WRywSfM_07oiDN00NssLVv1LtV/s72-w426-h640-c/Mem%C3%B3rias%20perdidas%20na%20%C3%A1gua.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-792456161863370949</id><published>2026-02-05T19:24:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2026-02-05T21:50:31.983-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Interesseiros"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Máscaras"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palavras ao vento"/><title type='text'>Entre Palavras E Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9hubGEcYnjfs20bAyNJWOJRJ80R4n8Ikr7__rsYflUlAY7ezUmFV0qA-QzMNMT2FyH6Tvb_RqXBwbYYLre2w48Rr8VQzRFYuc2VAQSwV3YMt5hcz5BaypXUuu6jMpZAvZ_-ef81_vYDrISieJdXqw2H3pF-orJv81-OY6R2mDCZD9uuZj88_6IFN1C9B/s600/livro_mascara_animado-ezgif.com-overlay.gif&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;600&quot; data-original-width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9hubGEcYnjfs20bAyNJWOJRJ80R4n8Ikr7__rsYflUlAY7ezUmFV0qA-QzMNMT2FyH6Tvb_RqXBwbYYLre2w48Rr8VQzRFYuc2VAQSwV3YMt5hcz5BaypXUuu6jMpZAvZ_-ef81_vYDrISieJdXqw2H3pF-orJv81-OY6R2mDCZD9uuZj88_6IFN1C9B/w426-h640/livro_mascara_animado-ezgif.com-overlay.gif&quot; width=&quot;426&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gosto de conhecer pessoas. As palavras, quando verdadeiras, têm um jeito especial de alcançar a alma. Quando são escritas com cuidado e sinceridade, tocam meu coração, não pelo brilho, mas pela intenção. O que me afasta é quando, mais adiante, fica claro que tudo não passava de interesse disfarçado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diz-se que não é por visibilidade, mas nem sempre isso convence. Talvez eu esteja errada nas minhas leituras, mas até hoje esse erro não aconteceu. Por isso sigo cautelosa, com um pé atrás. Com o tempo, as máscaras costumam cair, e quando caem, apenas confirmam aquilo que, lá no fundo, já era pressentido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninguém conhece verdadeiramente a vida do outro. Cada pessoa carrega suas próprias lutas, seus silêncios e suas histórias. Não se mede o caminho alheio pelo jeito que escolhemos viver o nosso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As palavras, quando verdadeiras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não precisam chamar atenção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Elas não brilham para convencer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Iluminam porque são honestas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando escritas com cuidado e intenção&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alcançam a alma com suavidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tocam o coração não pelo efeito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas pela verdade que carregam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que me afasta é o encanto ensaiado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando mais adiante fica claro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que havia interesse por trás do gesto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aprendi a seguir com cautela&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque quem é verdadeiro não tem pressa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com o tempo, as máscaras caem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E quando caem, não chocam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas confirmam aquilo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o silêncio já havia dito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/792456161863370949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/entre-palavras-e-mascaras.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/792456161863370949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/792456161863370949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/entre-palavras-e-mascaras.html' title='Entre Palavras E Máscaras'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX9hubGEcYnjfs20bAyNJWOJRJ80R4n8Ikr7__rsYflUlAY7ezUmFV0qA-QzMNMT2FyH6Tvb_RqXBwbYYLre2w48Rr8VQzRFYuc2VAQSwV3YMt5hcz5BaypXUuu6jMpZAvZ_-ef81_vYDrISieJdXqw2H3pF-orJv81-OY6R2mDCZD9uuZj88_6IFN1C9B/s72-w426-h640-c/livro_mascara_animado-ezgif.com-overlay.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-9066911310832029025</id><published>2026-02-02T18:17:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2026-02-18T20:50:54.355-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chance"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Som"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tempo"/><title type='text'>PRESENÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQQuqKovvxdgbV9BE_OjB4w88bCFBxRIj3MqIfMp3l2yc_aBD4zoSkfQceeQwJp7WznnHPF4AySaKAO6z1gma1xK2pDxb0WOOzTOZCDCwnq7kq6x7bEvRE5CsSoEQ77-8guqx0W6lL5FVLuR2WXiMsMigGIj4VnpegwFkiMFPD9EUHw2IY3kTb2VCnz-Z/s432/LuciaCantinho.gif&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;342&quot; data-original-width=&quot;432&quot; height=&quot;253&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQQuqKovvxdgbV9BE_OjB4w88bCFBxRIj3MqIfMp3l2yc_aBD4zoSkfQceeQwJp7WznnHPF4AySaKAO6z1gma1xK2pDxb0WOOzTOZCDCwnq7kq6x7bEvRE5CsSoEQ77-8guqx0W6lL5FVLuR2WXiMsMigGIj4VnpegwFkiMFPD9EUHw2IY3kTb2VCnz-Z/s320/LuciaCantinho.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se minhas mãos soubessem falar em som&lt;br /&gt; Nasceria um sopro sincero&lt;br /&gt; Feito de tudo aquilo que guardo em silêncio&lt;br /&gt; Ele viajaria leve, sem pressa&lt;br /&gt; Até encontrar abrigo em você&lt;br /&gt; Como quem encontra casa sem procurar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez eu precise de muitos amanheceres&lt;br /&gt; Para lapidar esse gesto invisível&lt;br /&gt; Ajustar cada detalhe do sentir&lt;br /&gt; Até que ele vista você com exatidão&lt;br /&gt; Não por insistência, mas por cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias eu retorno a esse intento&lt;br /&gt; Moldando sentimentos como quem esculpe o tempo&lt;br /&gt; Na esperança de que um dia você perceba&lt;br /&gt; O peso e a doçura do que desperta em mim&lt;br /&gt;E quando esse encontro acontecer&lt;br /&gt; Meu corpo aprenderá movimentos novos&lt;br /&gt; Criando uma história inteira sem palavras&lt;br /&gt; Apenas presença&lt;br /&gt;Se houver espaço no seu íntimo&lt;br /&gt; Você perceberá algo raro&lt;br /&gt; Não um som, mas um reconhecimento&lt;br /&gt;Isso será o que ofereço a você&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;h1 class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-box-orient: vertical; -webkit-line-clamp: 2; background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 0px; color: #0f0f0f; display: -webkit-box; line-height: 2.8rem; margin: 0px; max-height: 5.6rem; overflow: hidden; padding: 0px; text-align: center; text-overflow: ellipsis; word-break: break-word;&quot;&gt;&lt;yt-formatted-string class=&quot;style-scope ytd-watch-metadata&quot; force-default-style=&quot;&quot; title=&quot;Gonna Make You An Offer You Can’t Refuse  Jimmy Helms  (TRADUÇÃO) HD&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Gonna Make You An Offer You Can’t Refuse - Jimmy Helms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/xMjiym_9_bc?si=xkbJbFhpysmQv3UM&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amar, às vezes, é isso:
Segurar firme o que treme
Sem saber se é dança ou abismo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9066911310832029025/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/se-minhas-maos-soubessem-falar-em-som.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/9066911310832029025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/9066911310832029025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/02/se-minhas-maos-soubessem-falar-em-som.html' title='PRESENÇA'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzQQuqKovvxdgbV9BE_OjB4w88bCFBxRIj3MqIfMp3l2yc_aBD4zoSkfQceeQwJp7WznnHPF4AySaKAO6z1gma1xK2pDxb0WOOzTOZCDCwnq7kq6x7bEvRE5CsSoEQ77-8guqx0W6lL5FVLuR2WXiMsMigGIj4VnpegwFkiMFPD9EUHw2IY3kTb2VCnz-Z/s72-c/LuciaCantinho.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-2789979441313356081</id><published>2026-01-26T20:59:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2026-01-27T22:09:24.896-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Alma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Calma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rio"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Voz"/><title type='text'>O Rio De Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisxu557IvvEW35un5IP5LX15BgdabSgZXSJrvq7DjKH2q3WaZL8xelaEv934Oo3FQONUnkF7Wjgb2xlLujJs916-y0hluWfOnXZZf7N7y04V_tSJIx8vnNI-P5iRKMchPcOCP8SMk8SXLZU6fgz-mjAAwlVaL0L7jbBJC88fAQUgwDvlAuQaB7uaZ5tNr/s5376/Rio%20de%20n%C3%B3s.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;5376&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3584&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisxu557IvvEW35un5IP5LX15BgdabSgZXSJrvq7DjKH2q3WaZL8xelaEv934Oo3FQONUnkF7Wjgb2xlLujJs916-y0hluWfOnXZZf7N7y04V_tSJIx8vnNI-P5iRKMchPcOCP8SMk8SXLZU6fgz-mjAAwlVaL0L7jbBJC88fAQUgwDvlAuQaB7uaZ5tNr/w266-h400/Rio%20de%20n%C3%B3s.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No riacho de serena calma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deixei o mundo, abracei tua alma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rio que corre, amor que inunda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A luz do sol em paz profunda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O destino é mistério, é dia a dia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na tua voz, a minha guia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem preocupar com o que passou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por milhões de anos, nosso amor ficou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A mensagem dessa música evoca o abandono das ansiedades externas (as &quot;pessoas que observavam&quot;) em troca de um sonho compartilhado e silencioso. Há uma aceitação do desconhecido (&quot;não sei para onde vamos&quot;), confiando que o amor é uma força crescente, contínua e quase atemporal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Roboto, Arial, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #131313; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&quot;Beside You&quot; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Roboto, Arial, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #131313; text-align: left; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;Simply Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/fAKfb18suWI?si=aht77B37eaB-tx7N&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2789979441313356081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/o-rio-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2789979441313356081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2789979441313356081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/o-rio-de-nos.html' title='O Rio De Nós'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgisxu557IvvEW35un5IP5LX15BgdabSgZXSJrvq7DjKH2q3WaZL8xelaEv934Oo3FQONUnkF7Wjgb2xlLujJs916-y0hluWfOnXZZf7N7y04V_tSJIx8vnNI-P5iRKMchPcOCP8SMk8SXLZU6fgz-mjAAwlVaL0L7jbBJC88fAQUgwDvlAuQaB7uaZ5tNr/s72-w266-h400-c/Rio%20de%20n%C3%B3s.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7280442237308368653</id><published>2026-01-23T20:34:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2026-01-23T20:34:39.867-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escolha"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ficar"/><title type='text'>A Escolha De Ficar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTLqojMGgJixMqeNNzgVwAqsuGY1P76cOx9cCAVrYC2YThxaISq5a2e2evCgKE2bax4-0tnH4g2intAnjyFn7czutNEHukysu6pOUbMthSfnz6R5Ctf7PsmXqjjPubatxgYGgXkOui7s9IHM5IrwiBKX3ss-VuDnjEcoTpmPB9AZXwYVAS9bQ8jHKM-9l/s5120/LuciaCantinho.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;3776&quot; data-original-width=&quot;5120&quot; height=&quot;472&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTLqojMGgJixMqeNNzgVwAqsuGY1P76cOx9cCAVrYC2YThxaISq5a2e2evCgKE2bax4-0tnH4g2intAnjyFn7czutNEHukysu6pOUbMthSfnz6R5Ctf7PsmXqjjPubatxgYGgXkOui7s9IHM5IrwiBKX3ss-VuDnjEcoTpmPB9AZXwYVAS9bQ8jHKM-9l/w640-h472/LuciaCantinho.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu fico&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando o amor pesa&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando o dia não promete nada&lt;br /&gt;Fico porque teu nome&lt;br /&gt; Aprendeu o caminho do meu peito&lt;br /&gt; E agora mora ali&lt;br /&gt; Como quem não pede saída&lt;br /&gt;Amar você não é ausência de medo&lt;br /&gt; É decisão&lt;br /&gt; É acordar cansada&lt;br /&gt; E ainda assim escolher tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Há tempestades em nós, eu sei&lt;br /&gt; Mas descobri que não quero abrigo &lt;br /&gt; Quero alguém&lt;br /&gt; Que se molhe comigo&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tudo tremer&lt;br /&gt; Se o mundo pedir pressa&lt;br /&gt; Eu serei calma&lt;br /&gt; Se você cair, serei chão&lt;br /&gt;Não prometo eternidade perfeita&lt;br /&gt; Prometo presença real&lt;br /&gt; Prometo ficar&lt;br /&gt; Quando for mais fácil ir&lt;br /&gt;Porque amar você&lt;br /&gt; Não é sobre intensidade que passa&lt;br /&gt; É sobre raízes que crescem&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;E se o tempo perguntar&lt;br /&gt; Por que eu não desisti?&lt;br /&gt; Direi simples, sem defesa&lt;br /&gt;Porque foi em você&lt;br /&gt; Que eu aprendi&lt;br /&gt; Que permanecer&lt;br /&gt; Também é uma forma de amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7280442237308368653/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-escolha-de-ficar.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7280442237308368653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7280442237308368653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/a-escolha-de-ficar.html' title='A Escolha De Ficar'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBTLqojMGgJixMqeNNzgVwAqsuGY1P76cOx9cCAVrYC2YThxaISq5a2e2evCgKE2bax4-0tnH4g2intAnjyFn7czutNEHukysu6pOUbMthSfnz6R5Ctf7PsmXqjjPubatxgYGgXkOui7s9IHM5IrwiBKX3ss-VuDnjEcoTpmPB9AZXwYVAS9bQ8jHKM-9l/s72-w640-h472-c/LuciaCantinho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-4065735287019602438</id><published>2026-01-12T15:41:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2026-01-23T19:18:45.605-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Afeto"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Estrelas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sonhos"/><title type='text'>Onde A Canção Te Esconde</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4N0P_duodHTcWBjrUt1QYtlNOPkNQoIQn28cjlfmp-fXEwvYES7oLXOTEMNbljHOi4yLRyaqGFTbYtdbgY4m-jXnzc0VqpTtxmFkUEmgKzxzQX-mk3lExT8O97FY7x-7dCSdFC5syC9qk7k3DEUcoIX3xlrB03uv941KY7Fr3RGgKrs2FW7csFns4SSG/s3422/blog.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2643&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3422&quot; height=&quot;494&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz4N0P_duodHTcWBjrUt1QYtlNOPkNQoIQn28cjlfmp-fXEwvYES7oLXOTEMNbljHOi4yLRyaqGFTbYtdbgY4m-jXnzc0VqpTtxmFkUEmgKzxzQX-mk3lExT8O97FY7x-7dCSdFC5syC9qk7k3DEUcoIX3xlrB03uv941KY7Fr3RGgKrs2FW7csFns4SSG/w640-h494/blog.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes é só um acorde solto no ar&lt;br /&gt; E lá está você&lt;br /&gt; Não pelo nome, não pelo rosto&lt;br /&gt; Mas por aquilo que ficou&lt;br /&gt; Tem um verso que veste seu jeito de rir&lt;br /&gt; E um refrão que me abraça&lt;br /&gt; Do mesmo jeito que você fazia&lt;br /&gt; Sem nem perceber...&lt;br /&gt; Você surge nas pausas&lt;br /&gt; Nos silêncios entre notas&lt;br /&gt; Naquela parte que arrepia, sem explicação&lt;br /&gt; E eu finjo que é só música, mas sei: É você!&lt;br /&gt; Se espalhando pelas canções&lt;br /&gt; Como quem nunca quis ir embora&lt;br /&gt; Tem dia que dói&lt;br /&gt; Tem dia que dança&lt;br /&gt; Mas em todos, de algum jeito, você toca&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo longe, você toca...&lt;br /&gt; E quando a noite se deita no meu peito&lt;br /&gt; As melodias sussurram sua ausência&lt;br /&gt; Com tanta presença&lt;br /&gt; Que fecho os olhos e quase te ouço sorrir&lt;br /&gt; Tem uma parte da minha alma&lt;br /&gt; Que virou rádio antigo&lt;br /&gt; Tocando lembranças em loop&lt;br /&gt; Com chiados de saudade&lt;br /&gt; E afeto que não sabe envelhecer&lt;br /&gt; Você vive nas entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt; Das canções que nem conheceu&lt;br /&gt; Mas que parecem ter sido escritas&lt;br /&gt; Por alguém que viu tudo que fomos&lt;br /&gt; E é aí que percebo&lt;br /&gt; Talvez eu não te procure nas músicas&lt;br /&gt; Talvez seja você que me encontra nelas&lt;br /&gt; Vez em quando, vez inteira&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -0.05px;&quot;&gt;A letra faz uso de imagens como estrelas, sonhos e arco-íris para expressar o desejo de reconciliação e a busca por um novo começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&quot;Wishing On A Star&quot;  - The Covers Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mesmo quando a distância ensaia reinar&lt;br /&gt;Há um chamado doce que desfaz fronteiras &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulso acelera diante da presença&lt;br /&gt;Como se o mundo ajustasse o ritmo&lt;br /&gt; Outros caminhos surgem breves&lt;br /&gt;Mas nenhum abriga com igual ternura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um brilho calmo no encontro&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de erguer o que parecia cansado&lt;br /&gt; Promessas não ditas flutuam no ar&lt;br /&gt;Tecendo segurança onde havia receio &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tenta impor despedidas&lt;br /&gt;Porém o sentir escolhe ficar&lt;br /&gt; Não por obrigação&lt;br /&gt;Mas por reconhecimento profundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, segue a ligação serena&lt;br /&gt;Firme sem precisar provar&lt;br /&gt;Romance que não grita&lt;br /&gt;Apenas permanece, inteiro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo testa constâncias&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dissolve o essencial&lt;br /&gt; O que é profundo não se perde&lt;br /&gt;Apenas se acomoda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, sem promessas altas&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo do amanhã&lt;br /&gt;Permanece aquilo que não vai &lt;br /&gt;Quando o afeto fica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #371b09; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&quot;Weakness&quot;, dueto com Stevie Wonder e Dionne Warwick,  faz parte da Trilha Sonora do filme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #371b09; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt; &quot;The Woman In Red&quot;, lançado em 1984 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #371b09; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/YI-1ikXIutE?si=vBfSdaOPkOEF7H_e&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #0f0f0f; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: start; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;A música descreve ciclo persistente; rupturas aparentes cedem, surgem reencontros, revelando apego inevitável, quase indomável, marcado por rendição emocional constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/2256086215747806337/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/quando-o-afeto-fica.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2256086215747806337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2256086215747806337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/quando-o-afeto-fica.html' title='Quando O Afeto Fica'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8f8PIq7_QbcbGqjrBVbsZ8Tti5kefrSpk_UdCh-iSlGC56-80kpzbHGPIOqA7-1hqsgCsEq0cr2M_Qv5mJVT3vrxHo9dS9olU0HcKD4WeYWXHZeKT4Fve8qwoS5kZLKTS1-XtqBt6hduGMFCYiCoVMT4AAjsTMF8yUuWpTHM-yOV2wZjx2uhjrT7N8RQ/s72-w414-h640-c/Lucia%20Cantinho.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-6188581999037989648</id><published>2026-01-01T13:59:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2026-01-01T13:59:46.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratidão Que Segue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBILQZKUhkQsaEcixLdtN_wXlx3Sa50ilD9nEDNbTmrQlRuY_6qvIuFZPmgIRiAZxi_dTZ1m7mh7LcrU_KWJs3GcVb8qL0bLd89t9oYx1JnIGIinlhO_lJ6xeGetr6ATQaMWAf6inyDwjfKelyvnFWKJ7pKL_ZAl1i2h9yJJPwht4f-CshxgTfdtHgyPAt/s3072/Ano%20Novo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2048&quot; data-original-width=&quot;3072&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBILQZKUhkQsaEcixLdtN_wXlx3Sa50ilD9nEDNbTmrQlRuY_6qvIuFZPmgIRiAZxi_dTZ1m7mh7LcrU_KWJs3GcVb8qL0bLd89t9oYx1JnIGIinlhO_lJ6xeGetr6ATQaMWAf6inyDwjfKelyvnFWKJ7pKL_ZAl1i2h9yJJPwht4f-CshxgTfdtHgyPAt/w400-h266/Ano%20Novo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dentro do peito, carrego gratidão&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando o mundo não quis me ver&lt;br /&gt; Não me detenho nos que passaram sem olhar&lt;br /&gt; Nem nos que falam movidos pelo vento da fofoca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida ensina e ainda ensina&lt;br /&gt; Nada cruza nosso caminho por acaso&lt;br /&gt; Cada encontro vem como lição silenciosa&lt;br /&gt; Para aprender a separar o joio do trigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por teimosia, acreditei mais do que devia&lt;br /&gt; Hoje escolho com calma onde ficar&lt;br /&gt; Sou de poucos laços, poucos nomes&lt;br /&gt; Mas esses eu guardo como quem guarda tesouros &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um ano se despediu em passos suaves&lt;br /&gt; Outro chegou cheio de promessas&lt;br /&gt; Que sigamos leves, simples&lt;br /&gt; Com amor no gesto, saúde no corpo&lt;br /&gt; E esperança no olhar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não julgue pela aparência&lt;br /&gt; Nem pelo que chega distorcido aos ouvidos&lt;br /&gt; Cada pessoa carrega histórias&lt;br /&gt; Que não cabem em comentários &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo um novo ano cheio de luz&lt;br /&gt; Aos amigos que ficaram, a minha gratidão&lt;br /&gt; Aos que feriram, também&lt;br /&gt; Pois até eles me ensinaram a crescer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6188581999037989648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/gratidao-que-segue.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6188581999037989648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6188581999037989648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/gratidao-que-segue.html' title='Gratidão Que Segue'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBILQZKUhkQsaEcixLdtN_wXlx3Sa50ilD9nEDNbTmrQlRuY_6qvIuFZPmgIRiAZxi_dTZ1m7mh7LcrU_KWJs3GcVb8qL0bLd89t9oYx1JnIGIinlhO_lJ6xeGetr6ATQaMWAf6inyDwjfKelyvnFWKJ7pKL_ZAl1i2h9yJJPwht4f-CshxgTfdtHgyPAt/s72-w400-h266-c/Ano%20Novo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-1982322486340017094</id><published>2025-12-20T13:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2025-12-20T13:49:25.962-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Resta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rSadH5ueJetlRKLmYMRtypHYan5KjKEVjiO6kzKHxHZfr00pKP7XwReT6bvuGY8o1yVTc-KgIBHxzFmAnxgV6wdgZiRMGeRZLNMa7rRGc6Rq4j51GQhD0JMuOrEPqq_e9K1LIgK0Fg7XjoHViSZ4urKmRX1bZNFmr_YiokwybWfhafbb3wjmLbUcu_iX/s7212/cantinho.JPG&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;7212&quot; data-original-width=&quot;4813&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rSadH5ueJetlRKLmYMRtypHYan5KjKEVjiO6kzKHxHZfr00pKP7XwReT6bvuGY8o1yVTc-KgIBHxzFmAnxgV6wdgZiRMGeRZLNMa7rRGc6Rq4j51GQhD0JMuOrEPqq_e9K1LIgK0Fg7XjoHViSZ4urKmRX1bZNFmr_YiokwybWfhafbb3wjmLbUcu_iX/w268-h400/cantinho.JPG&quot; width=&quot;268&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A luz do dia avança devagar&lt;br /&gt; E o vazio ao meu lado desperta primeiro&lt;br /&gt; Há um espaço que só reconhece teu nome&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando finjo não chamá-lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo no peito um riso antigo&lt;br /&gt; Que virou distância&lt;br /&gt; E promessas que aprenderam&lt;br /&gt; A caminhar sozinhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um tempo em que nos tocamos&lt;br /&gt; Como quem encontra abrigo no caos&lt;br /&gt; Mas o medo nos ensinou&lt;br /&gt; A falar com silêncios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhamos em direções opostas&lt;br /&gt; Acreditando que isso era força&lt;br /&gt; Quando, na verdade&lt;br /&gt; Era ausência de coragem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erramos tentando proteger o orgulho&lt;br /&gt; Confundimos defesa com frieza&lt;br /&gt; E deixamos cair aquilo&lt;br /&gt; Que exigia cuidado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, existe uma certeza&lt;br /&gt; Que não pede permissão para existir&lt;br /&gt; Algo em mim reconhece&lt;br /&gt; Que fomos necessários um ao outro&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo sem saber como permanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, entre restos de ontem&lt;br /&gt; E a esperança mal aprendida&lt;br /&gt; O sentimento resiste não como ferida&lt;br /&gt; Mas como prova de que fomos reais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still The Commodores Vocalista: Lionel Richie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/xJt4nYRjUCc?si=eDmy1P7cHMf3ZdF9&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1982322486340017094/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/12/resta.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1982322486340017094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1982322486340017094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/12/resta.html' title='Resta'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0rSadH5ueJetlRKLmYMRtypHYan5KjKEVjiO6kzKHxHZfr00pKP7XwReT6bvuGY8o1yVTc-KgIBHxzFmAnxgV6wdgZiRMGeRZLNMa7rRGc6Rq4j51GQhD0JMuOrEPqq_e9K1LIgK0Fg7XjoHViSZ4urKmRX1bZNFmr_YiokwybWfhafbb3wjmLbUcu_iX/s72-w268-h400-c/cantinho.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-4314867007793512290</id><published>2025-12-02T17:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2025-12-02T17:43:52.799-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Decepção Amiga </title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-kGojH2lf_KfOFFmCL1w-6t5QWBmwRZJ3RVoT7S035Oq8wawOAAVHhMoDmA1kPqG15uUrR8b2gXswbVhiRuwE5FDdUE0C9YPJogvkGlMFSsQQEOqh6-vcV3ZQbIEkubiMLj2YHfBt1bdukZdjiRByf5h6V5gt3_nJbMPt4nxVLUgDsaUBZAJiaFupzqe/s960/Lucia.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;960&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-kGojH2lf_KfOFFmCL1w-6t5QWBmwRZJ3RVoT7S035Oq8wawOAAVHhMoDmA1kPqG15uUrR8b2gXswbVhiRuwE5FDdUE0C9YPJogvkGlMFSsQQEOqh6-vcV3ZQbIEkubiMLj2YHfBt1bdukZdjiRByf5h6V5gt3_nJbMPt4nxVLUgDsaUBZAJiaFupzqe/w640-h640/Lucia.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os Sinais estavam claros, eu que não quis enxergar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: helvetica; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dizem que a vida é uma grande roda-gigante: ora estamos lá em cima, tocando o céu com a ponta dos dedos; ora descemos devagar, encostando o peito no metal frio da realidade. E, no meio desse vai e vem, vamos colecionando pessoas, umas que passam rápido, outras que parecem ficar para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O estranho é que, com o tempo, descobrimos que os golpes mais profundos não vêm de quem nos ameaça, mas de quem nos abraça. Afinal, do inimigo esperamos a flecha, mas do amigo? Do amigo esperamos a mão estendida, o ombro quente, o silêncio cúmplice nas horas de aperto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Por isso, quando um amigo trai, falha ou nos vira o rosto, o estrago é silencioso, mas certeiro. Não faz barulho, mas derruba. É como se uma porta que sempre esteve aberta se fechasse sem aviso e a gente fica ali, com a mão na maçaneta, tentando entender em que momento esqueceu-se de olhar para as pequenas rachaduras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E ainda assim, seguimos. Porque o coração humano é teimoso: machuca, remenda, costura, e insiste. Aprende que nem toda amizade é eterna, mas que cada uma deixa uma marca, algumas doces, outras duras. E que a decepção, quando vem de quem consideramos, ensina mais sobre nós do que sobre eles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Afinal, a maior decepção é aquela vinda dos amigos, pois dos inimigos… Esses, nós esperamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“Cicatrizes que Falam”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;No peito guardo um mapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;De encontros e despedidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Onde algumas rotas foram luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E outras deixaram feridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Do amigo que virou ausência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Ficou a lição do caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Confiança é flor delicada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Que não floresce no espinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas sigo entre quedas e sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Porque a vida é ponte e travessia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Quem fere pode até marcar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas não apaga a poesia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4314867007793512290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/12/decepcao-amiga.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4314867007793512290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4314867007793512290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/12/decepcao-amiga.html' title='Decepção Amiga '/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx-kGojH2lf_KfOFFmCL1w-6t5QWBmwRZJ3RVoT7S035Oq8wawOAAVHhMoDmA1kPqG15uUrR8b2gXswbVhiRuwE5FDdUE0C9YPJogvkGlMFSsQQEOqh6-vcV3ZQbIEkubiMLj2YHfBt1bdukZdjiRByf5h6V5gt3_nJbMPt4nxVLUgDsaUBZAJiaFupzqe/s72-w640-h640-c/Lucia.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-3190580481317412005</id><published>2025-11-20T15:28:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2025-11-20T16:20:04.209-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ladrão"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sorrateiro"/><title type='text'>O Ladrão Sorrateiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vHv8I-3QGuothUX-_9VfT8BL-78ieOeT6LuDXikAr1u5XA2xfgcftOS6nJCah6CYkhNnBsBtUKjYxoM7cbYSP3i7MvliuBIVD2m-jqDHqGCswh_TwHEv70VX-LiaLRl_nKJ7yc-3kzFnv5ouRROnSd5WAblo1KOqIp3dkhNBa_9ak27YPxXGNFe0FXQi/s640/mysterious-3347603_640.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;640&quot; data-original-width=&quot;640&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vHv8I-3QGuothUX-_9VfT8BL-78ieOeT6LuDXikAr1u5XA2xfgcftOS6nJCah6CYkhNnBsBtUKjYxoM7cbYSP3i7MvliuBIVD2m-jqDHqGCswh_TwHEv70VX-LiaLRl_nKJ7yc-3kzFnv5ouRROnSd5WAblo1KOqIp3dkhNBa_9ak27YPxXGNFe0FXQi/s320/mysterious-3347603_640.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele foi sorrateiro, sorrateiro como um ladrão e quando eu vi
ele tinha me roubado. Sim, ele me roubou de um modo lento e profundo e depois
me atirou facas. Me atirou facas com a elegância de quem atira flores. (Audrey Cullen)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estava eu pensando, sim, eu penso, e nem sempre é agradável. Às vezes meu próprio pensamento aparece diante de mim como um lembrete indesejado: O ser humano é um ladrão sorrateiro. Somos roubados o tempo todo, não por objetos, mas por desgaste. Há quem leve nossa energia, nossa tolerância, nossa sanidade momentânea, e ainda saia achando que fez um grande negócio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O curioso é que muita coisa que pensamos ter perdido jamais fez falta. Se olhar com atenção, algumas “subtrações” são apenas faxina involuntária. Não te tiraram nada, só removeram um peso que você fingia não carregar. E, no fundo, sabemos que certos incômodos só serviam para ocupar espaço e justificar o atraso da própria vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Há tipos de experiência que até dá pra reciclar: Vira alerta, vira anticorpo, vira senso de direção. Mas existe também o descarte definitivo, aquele material humano que não tem reaproveitamento possível. Nem o lixo quer. E quando esse tipo finalmente se desprende do nosso caminho, não merece reflexão profunda, apenas um comentário breve: Faça bom proveito, siga sua rota, não volte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O ser humano gosta de sugar, mas também gosta de desaparecer quando já pegou o que queria. E sim, muitas vezes a saída daquilo que parecia um prejuízo é, na verdade, a libertação de um encosto que já estava velho demais pra carregar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Então é simples, se foi ótimo. Há perdas que não merece luto, apenas um aviso final, seco como a conta que chega ao fim de um bar: Boa viagem. Paradinha curta, porta fechada e vida que segue, de preferência sem retorno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/3190580481317412005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/o-ladrao-sorrateiro.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/3190580481317412005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/3190580481317412005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/o-ladrao-sorrateiro.html' title='O Ladrão Sorrateiro'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vHv8I-3QGuothUX-_9VfT8BL-78ieOeT6LuDXikAr1u5XA2xfgcftOS6nJCah6CYkhNnBsBtUKjYxoM7cbYSP3i7MvliuBIVD2m-jqDHqGCswh_TwHEv70VX-LiaLRl_nKJ7yc-3kzFnv5ouRROnSd5WAblo1KOqIp3dkhNBa_9ak27YPxXGNFe0FXQi/s72-c/mysterious-3347603_640.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7515977381817577875</id><published>2025-11-14T20:47:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2025-11-14T20:59:04.425-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apaixonar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminhos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olhar"/><title type='text'>Quando Você Me Olha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7v-QlIOxYdjq0WHFmXugkiQEJok-wY_Kr1V0nIA-7piigbjSYKhx6d-eOaLW3u1ScDds9I8ggiAPgE_w3jH7TM5dh_B5kee89Vgy_nJ4bS6evMTxg6OYfimGVHT-0_iD_2bCKsbrT9E9G2rLeikGJemSmooOLNJtkEbdi4nmuxrb0MJs0ddV6bSJ1cXiO/s8064/Valentines_Day_C_B087_1004152670.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;5376&quot; data-original-width=&quot;8064&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7v-QlIOxYdjq0WHFmXugkiQEJok-wY_Kr1V0nIA-7piigbjSYKhx6d-eOaLW3u1ScDds9I8ggiAPgE_w3jH7TM5dh_B5kee89Vgy_nJ4bS6evMTxg6OYfimGVHT-0_iD_2bCKsbrT9E9G2rLeikGJemSmooOLNJtkEbdi4nmuxrb0MJs0ddV6bSJ1cXiO/w400-h266/Valentines_Day_C_B087_1004152670.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando você me olha&lt;br /&gt;Algo desperta em mim&lt;br /&gt;Como se o mundo respirasse mais fundo&lt;br /&gt;Só pra dar espaço ao que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Encontro-te uma vez&lt;br /&gt;E já imagino reencontros&lt;br /&gt;Beijos que começam tímidos&lt;br /&gt;E voltam certos&lt;br /&gt;Como quem reconhece o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Eu, que nunca soube o nome do amor&lt;br /&gt;Agora escuto seu ritmo no peito&lt;br /&gt;Suave, insistente&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo coragem para ser dito&lt;br /&gt;Se você sentir também&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa prometer nada&lt;br /&gt;Só fica...&lt;br /&gt;E deixa o tempo fazer o resto&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando estou perto de você&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece possível&lt;br /&gt;E eu…&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou me descobrindo&lt;br /&gt;Em cada novo jeito de te amar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; 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A pessoa quer saber se o outro sente o mesmo , se um beijo vai se repetir, se depois daquela noite eles podem se tornar algo mais. É uma entrega doce e vulnerável, um pedido sincero para que o sentimento seja correspondido e para que os dois se permitam viver esse amor que está nascendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/LVyKsz-4ECY?si=QXZ8SYrGk4hMFhxn&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7515977381817577875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/quando-voce-me-olha.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7515977381817577875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7515977381817577875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/quando-voce-me-olha.html' title='Quando Você Me Olha'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7v-QlIOxYdjq0WHFmXugkiQEJok-wY_Kr1V0nIA-7piigbjSYKhx6d-eOaLW3u1ScDds9I8ggiAPgE_w3jH7TM5dh_B5kee89Vgy_nJ4bS6evMTxg6OYfimGVHT-0_iD_2bCKsbrT9E9G2rLeikGJemSmooOLNJtkEbdi4nmuxrb0MJs0ddV6bSJ1cXiO/s72-w400-h266-c/Valentines_Day_C_B087_1004152670.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-9013291546612760775</id><published>2025-11-02T13:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2026-03-22T16:08:30.291-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Espelho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Raízes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silêncio"/><title type='text'>Raízes Do Silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjcolfTBQP9rqBYNB2aPUnzMoV9Fp7v4f1pSHSERAAO9hJTsQK5Hlqb11OkwF9iwaJjY5zepdYqhzTjCNCBoUhHF0nMcEhzDMc5Xv1Tz6Aiv-70370SPVqnx-UT-p2m3a-GViHXq7cx17PjiaPzVQpFJ6GbNKrSK1hNDioYiud6C47FdcDxXoXqCWT0_t/s1312/Ra%C3%ADzes%20do%20Sil%C3%AAncio.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1312&quot; data-original-width=&quot;928&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjcolfTBQP9rqBYNB2aPUnzMoV9Fp7v4f1pSHSERAAO9hJTsQK5Hlqb11OkwF9iwaJjY5zepdYqhzTjCNCBoUhHF0nMcEhzDMc5Xv1Tz6Aiv-70370SPVqnx-UT-p2m3a-GViHXq7cx17PjiaPzVQpFJ6GbNKrSK1hNDioYiud6C47FdcDxXoXqCWT0_t/w452-h640/Ra%C3%ADzes%20do%20Sil%C3%AAncio.png&quot; width=&quot;452&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não sei ao certo quando partiu&lt;br /&gt; Talvez tenha sido devagar&lt;br /&gt; Como quem se despede em silêncio&lt;br /&gt; Esperando que o outro perceba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor, antes tão vivo&lt;br /&gt; Foi se apagando nas entrelinhas do costume&lt;br /&gt; Os gestos viraram hábito&lt;br /&gt; E o toque, lembrança &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casa ficou cheia de vazios&lt;br /&gt; Ecos de risos antigos&lt;br /&gt; Fotografias que ainda tentam sorrir&lt;br /&gt; Há uma xícara esquecida na mesa&lt;br /&gt; Metade café, metade saudade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurei respostas no espelho&lt;br /&gt; Mas vi apenas o reflexo de quem amou errado &lt;br /&gt; Não por falta de amor&lt;br /&gt; Mas por medo de mostrá-lo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei que amar era segurar forte&lt;br /&gt; Mas era deixar espaço pra respirar&lt;br /&gt; Achei que tempo bastava&lt;br /&gt; Mas o tempo sem cuidado só desgasta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora carrego comigo&lt;br /&gt; As raízes do silêncio &lt;br /&gt; Profundas, invisíveis&lt;br /&gt; Crescendo no lugar onde se esteve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se ainda dói, é porque ficou vivo&lt;br /&gt;O que não teve fim...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/9013291546612760775/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/raizes-do-silencio.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/9013291546612760775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/9013291546612760775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/11/raizes-do-silencio.html' title='Raízes Do Silêncio'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjcolfTBQP9rqBYNB2aPUnzMoV9Fp7v4f1pSHSERAAO9hJTsQK5Hlqb11OkwF9iwaJjY5zepdYqhzTjCNCBoUhHF0nMcEhzDMc5Xv1Tz6Aiv-70370SPVqnx-UT-p2m3a-GViHXq7cx17PjiaPzVQpFJ6GbNKrSK1hNDioYiud6C47FdcDxXoXqCWT0_t/s72-w452-h640-c/Ra%C3%ADzes%20do%20Sil%C3%AAncio.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-6455224021091660577</id><published>2025-10-30T16:57:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2025-10-30T21:24:32.392-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eco"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Livros"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rótulo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Voz"/><title type='text'>Ecos Nas Vozes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiopyj1cGf8pBqgx5MkEz31zkgBVXC9li1-h5dqUVfK38b1S5YgnFK8n4KEh6WbVBStSUvh0ZdclBBY821dHtB1dxPgCB4GrNba0cpObL8bhMiKK3ijHhyuV_Fo6X1U7CSFCMxuIs0vPUf-7G6p2ILW3Wl8hRjHhZEJvNdkuMmxSAvkss8aLySpGJz9jWf/s320/LuciaCantinho.gif&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;320&quot; data-original-width=&quot;240&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiopyj1cGf8pBqgx5MkEz31zkgBVXC9li1-h5dqUVfK38b1S5YgnFK8n4KEh6WbVBStSUvh0ZdclBBY821dHtB1dxPgCB4GrNba0cpObL8bhMiKK3ijHhyuV_Fo6X1U7CSFCMxuIs0vPUf-7G6p2ILW3Wl8hRjHhZEJvNdkuMmxSAvkss8aLySpGJz9jWf/w300-h400/LuciaCantinho.gif&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: red; font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;“Já me li em tantos livros.” (Zack Magiezi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes esqueço onde terminam as histórias dos outros e começa a minha. Cada palavra que me tocou deixou um traço, uma dúvida, um espelho. Não busco mais uma definição, eu percebi que tentar dizer quem sou é reduzir o movimento que existe em mim. Mas sei, com alguma clareza, o que não quero ser. E talvez isso baste por agora, um contorno suave, um espaço onde o que sou ainda pode respirar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Li-me em ecos nas vozes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o tempo deixou abertas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não busco forma, nem rótulo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apenas o silêncio entre o que fui&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #2b00fe; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E o que escolho não ser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/6455224021091660577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/ecos-nas-vozes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6455224021091660577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/6455224021091660577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/ecos-nas-vozes.html' title='Ecos Nas Vozes'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiopyj1cGf8pBqgx5MkEz31zkgBVXC9li1-h5dqUVfK38b1S5YgnFK8n4KEh6WbVBStSUvh0ZdclBBY821dHtB1dxPgCB4GrNba0cpObL8bhMiKK3ijHhyuV_Fo6X1U7CSFCMxuIs0vPUf-7G6p2ILW3Wl8hRjHhZEJvNdkuMmxSAvkss8aLySpGJz9jWf/s72-w300-h400-c/LuciaCantinho.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7795228055288672724</id><published>2025-10-20T17:19:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2025-10-20T17:25:47.846-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dança"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Música"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noite"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olhar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pele"/><title type='text'>A Música Toca</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teus olhos brilham, a noite cala os relógios, meu passo é teu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A música desce como névoa de cetim&lt;br /&gt;Suave demais para se ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Mas forte o bastante pra nos embalar&lt;br /&gt;Nessa noite que se esqueceu de acabar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu toque é a pausa entre dois compassos&lt;br /&gt;Um arrepio que dança na pele&lt;br /&gt;E quando seus lábios encontram os meus&lt;br /&gt;O tempo, por um instante, se rende &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos faróis em mares calmos &lt;br /&gt;Me guiam por dentro do seu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;E cada batida do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Se torna parte da canção que não termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei dizer o que me prende a você&lt;br /&gt;Se é o perfume do agora ou a promessa do sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que o mundo lá fora evapora&lt;br /&gt;Quando seu corpo encosta no meu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta dança, não há passos errados&lt;br /&gt;Só destinos que se entrelaçam&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que dure só essa noite&lt;br /&gt;Dançarei como se fosse a última &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então me dê sua mão,  não hesite&lt;br /&gt; Feche os olhos, venha comigo&lt;br /&gt; Seremos apenas dois corações&lt;br /&gt;Se reconhecendo no ritmo da ternura &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando o silêncio for tudo o que restar&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ouvirei sua presença em mim&lt;br /&gt; Porque certas danças, mesmo quando acabam&lt;br /&gt;Continuam ecoando na alma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span face=&quot;Roboto, Arial, sans-serif&quot; style=&quot;background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05); color: #131313; font-size: 14px; white-space-collapse: preserve;&quot;&gt;O significado de &quot;Dance of Love&quot; de Dan Hill está relacionado a um momento romântico especial, onde o casal compartilha uma dança íntima e cheia de emoção, como se fosse a noite perfeita e sonhada. A letra descreve a intensidade e a alegria do momento, onde a proximidade física é valorizada, e os olhares se encontram, evocando a realização de um desejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;iframe allow=&quot;accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; referrerpolicy=&quot;strict-origin-when-cross-origin&quot; src=&quot;https://www.youtube.com/embed/Fwir0NPUm6k?si=lz-5m1A6xprhA-K1&quot; title=&quot;YouTube video player&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/7795228055288672724/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/a-musica-toca.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7795228055288672724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7795228055288672724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/a-musica-toca.html' title='A Música Toca'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSgV2QMix4fcv0morutcbV3KMCOxBe0RE7DlZ1U78YlowNt0N3-TVjRkaw5GD6iomIOPQTr3mmF_3sFvqp3SYAS-n67W0WwKBzh4g_JhevwYLp-Ih-Hn_c4NB5pJETikjzB_Jr2vf9wsx633GV3QolS3vuSuidW09RX-HLu6sLqgMeYDopzTO-AOpE9_RY/s72-w304-h400-c/Dan%C3%A7a.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-5186637012997841291</id><published>2025-10-15T19:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2025-10-15T20:56:55.527-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Descartável"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Promessas"/><title type='text'>Descartável</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaARsYzSXby55tsB-VknmagkP5glY67jCf4tde9MefoyzQp3H6SaOMnra2wYw3Vzb04gqT61nokQWoeB2E22DaMpSWkHtayxEynl_k9I8LHY2Zbayj46xXkyk2XHRZbCDPG80LOnjZLUkkr_mQb9yB3peaXN7RPszyz6-EhJHcpVEzBlOU-N9MadLEMmZR/s1209/Canto.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1209&quot; data-original-width=&quot;735&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaARsYzSXby55tsB-VknmagkP5glY67jCf4tde9MefoyzQp3H6SaOMnra2wYw3Vzb04gqT61nokQWoeB2E22DaMpSWkHtayxEynl_k9I8LHY2Zbayj46xXkyk2XHRZbCDPG80LOnjZLUkkr_mQb9yB3peaXN7RPszyz6-EhJHcpVEzBlOU-N9MadLEMmZR/w244-h400/Canto.jpg&quot; width=&quot;244&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A beleza dessa dor não está no fim. Está na reconstrução. Porque, um dia, quem sente a exclusão se dá conta de que, ao ser usado, ao ser descartado, de alguma forma, ainda estava se fazendo importante para os outros. Talvez não tivesse sido reconhecido por completo, mas teve a chance de ser quem era, de se doar sem esperar algo em troca. E acredite isso é um dom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No final, aprende a se valorizar, a perceber que a exclusão de um momento não define sua existência. O tempo sempre traz novas oportunidades. E quem um dia foi descartado, sabe o valor de nunca mais ser uma ferramenta vazia nas mãos de quem só te usa quando precisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Usam-me em dias de dor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como abrigo contra o vento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas quando volta o calor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou jogado ao esquecimento&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: 700;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Promessas feitas ao escuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somem com a luz do dia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu, pedaço sem futuro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Viro resto, viro nostalgia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fui tudo por um instante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Agora sou só silêncio e chão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mas quem aprende a ser constante&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Renasce da própria exclusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/5186637012997841291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/descartavel.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/5186637012997841291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/5186637012997841291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2025/10/descartavel.html' title='Descartável'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04937714964123710981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIg1pgauEnl8herDpr7OfdRjq4mod_KNwTk9hxj1Z9v6FuKanLRl69HKL0MTfwDcfbaApVwUCxsu7ArGxS275GHNa_zrtQPtNqk39UPKE81r1dfbN9Ss4ZE66K_l_iWLRZmXrLDcDN5TeebTewOcNPvn-uiVdei1VycK-DkiLYAhR5OH4/s1600/Scan.Lucia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaARsYzSXby55tsB-VknmagkP5glY67jCf4tde9MefoyzQp3H6SaOMnra2wYw3Vzb04gqT61nokQWoeB2E22DaMpSWkHtayxEynl_k9I8LHY2Zbayj46xXkyk2XHRZbCDPG80LOnjZLUkkr_mQb9yB3peaXN7RPszyz6-EhJHcpVEzBlOU-N9MadLEMmZR/s72-w244-h400-c/Canto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>