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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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Era Cenário</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/AVvXsEhCcD8VA7v3VZO_c2565sjSCOtT26tIqptzUZEt29S-WOAUE0q3LpFnf2pmSUtG2yy2ncW6iiRbCzkgnvWQ3s4pKoUJjReyVxpVdyQzXvb3oln7GFVWpdub3M5MOFSD-Jg0vhymbvkrucKcA1q5ipcLHYPYhd9dJCIvaOa5q47mo7jw1ovj3KpseazJJVXl/s1536/Lucia%20Cantinho.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; 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já não há mais como sustentar o que nunca foi sólido, resta desaparecer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veio com mãos estendidas&lt;br /&gt;Voz mansa, atenção demais&lt;br /&gt;Teceu laços ligeiros&lt;br /&gt;Com promessas artificiais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecia porto seguro&lt;br /&gt;Presença firme a guiar&lt;br /&gt;Mas era tudo ensaiado&lt;br /&gt;Para um enredo enganar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a dúvida soprou leve&lt;br /&gt;Quase nada, quase um véu&lt;br /&gt;Se perdeu nas próprias falas&lt;br /&gt;E o chão lhes faltou no céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então veio o silêncio &lt;br /&gt;Não o que guarda ou revela&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que foge apressado&lt;br /&gt;Quando a mentira amarela &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumiu como quem nunca&lt;br /&gt;Soube sequer permanecer…&lt;br /&gt;Pois quem constrói no vazio&lt;br /&gt;Não sabe o que é sustentar, nem ser&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/8007860180723530456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/onde-presenca-era-cenario.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8007860180723530456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/8007860180723530456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/onde-presenca-era-cenario.html' title='Onde A Presença Era Cenário'/><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/AVvXsEhCcD8VA7v3VZO_c2565sjSCOtT26tIqptzUZEt29S-WOAUE0q3LpFnf2pmSUtG2yy2ncW6iiRbCzkgnvWQ3s4pKoUJjReyVxpVdyQzXvb3oln7GFVWpdub3M5MOFSD-Jg0vhymbvkrucKcA1q5ipcLHYPYhd9dJCIvaOa5q47mo7jw1ovj3KpseazJJVXl/s72-w426-h640-c/Lucia%20Cantinho.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-1916413812339816453</id><published>2026-04-23T16:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-23T16:52:06.920-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Caminho"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palavra"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Presença"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Silêncio"/><title type='text'>VOCÊ É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Você é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;O que não cabe em palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas ainda assim insiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Em ser sentido&lt;/span&gt;&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;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-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você é&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;Essa presença sem forma&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 me atravessa&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;Mesmo quando não está&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&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: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não é distância&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 tudo em mim te encontra&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;De um jeito estranho&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;Como se sempre soubesse o caminho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&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: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Você é&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;O que arde sem tocar&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;O que cresce em silêncio&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;Até virar tudo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&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: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;E eu&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;Sem entender direito&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;Aprendo a existir assim&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;Inteiro dentro disso&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 não tem nome&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Mas tem você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-weight: bold; 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; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; 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;You Are   Lionel Richie  (TRADUÇÃO) HD  (Lyrics Video)&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You Are - Lionel Richie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&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/QgMCgRrVEd4?si=EdIEAZcnFjEWv9oP&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/1916413812339816453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/voce-e.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1916413812339816453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1916413812339816453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/voce-e.html' title='VOCÊ É...'/><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/AVvXsEgZFCdBSqE6Xedib1ZtXFiC3j-CkPLC6VsNKSaMqBUhMkrF70EmNuXlhNTC1QuRAwwHRA_Zlagz8wGPlcJ0hEd7pRkUOUVeocX75W7Qm8DGaTNDPhUV_Xdk7wncQboZcoSB_w7NbjCRqVt6GLiwZL-4lqHFn9STR7BZd9mVvdWj4vlypvHlfnfzFrWOMZg6/s72-w360-h640-c/Lucia%20Cantinho.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-7444408683190644038</id><published>2026-04-18T17:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-18T23:00:13.570-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor Raro"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ficar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Olhos"/><title type='text'>FICA...</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/AVvXsEiim_jxx-vgVXJIdhhqMwRzvm10bYwEx3iHjiKNNzXh9D7GjXP-rlB03Y3dto9Y3B9PRntriUNrDChiu66Xzz06_EF7EMGmmJFMpON50MPQnmj8vkO09RjMXOPJSZDTuf0vGF3mF9ukwQC129H6VS-bxTW5Uxaqovee41xRky77I0q22LbGZeq1tCrmffRQ/s1536/FicaLuciaCantinho.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/AVvXsEiim_jxx-vgVXJIdhhqMwRzvm10bYwEx3iHjiKNNzXh9D7GjXP-rlB03Y3dto9Y3B9PRntriUNrDChiu66Xzz06_EF7EMGmmJFMpON50MPQnmj8vkO09RjMXOPJSZDTuf0vGF3mF9ukwQC129H6VS-bxTW5Uxaqovee41xRky77I0q22LbGZeq1tCrmffRQ/w426-h640/FicaLuciaCantinho.png&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;Fica... &lt;br /&gt; Não como quem hesita&lt;br /&gt; Mas como quem sabe&lt;br /&gt; Que certos amores não acontecem duas vezes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você partir agora&lt;br /&gt; Não leva só o som da sua voz&lt;br /&gt; Ecoando pelos cantos da casa &lt;br /&gt; leva o silêncio que nunca aprendi a suportar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas em nós&lt;br /&gt; Que não nasceram para ser passageiras&lt;br /&gt; O jeito que o tempo desacelera&lt;br /&gt; Quando seus olhos encontram os meus&lt;br /&gt; A forma como o mundo parece caber&lt;br /&gt; No espaço entre um abraço e outro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizer adeus agora&lt;br /&gt; É como rasgar um livro no meio&lt;br /&gt; Quando a história ainda pulsa&lt;br /&gt; Quando os capítulos mais bonitos&lt;br /&gt; Ainda pedem para existir &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amanhã…&lt;br /&gt; Ah, o amanhã pode ser cruel &lt;br /&gt; Carregado de palavras impensadas&lt;br /&gt; De orgulho que pesa mais do que devia&lt;br /&gt; De saudades que chegam cedo demais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica&lt;br /&gt; Não porque é fácil&lt;br /&gt; Mas porque é raro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o que temos&lt;br /&gt; Não é só amor &lt;br /&gt; É daqueles encontros improváveis&lt;br /&gt; Que a vida oferece baixinho, como quem testa&lt;br /&gt; Se a gente é capaz de reconhecer o essencial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica…&lt;br /&gt; E deixa o resto do mundo esperar&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: 2rem; 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; 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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/Sh5ny5kzqYo?si=l2hOqW1KjzV5ZSRR&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/7444408683190644038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/fica.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7444408683190644038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/7444408683190644038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/fica.html' title='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/AVvXsEiim_jxx-vgVXJIdhhqMwRzvm10bYwEx3iHjiKNNzXh9D7GjXP-rlB03Y3dto9Y3B9PRntriUNrDChiu66Xzz06_EF7EMGmmJFMpON50MPQnmj8vkO09RjMXOPJSZDTuf0vGF3mF9ukwQC129H6VS-bxTW5Uxaqovee41xRky77I0q22LbGZeq1tCrmffRQ/s72-w426-h640-c/FicaLuciaCantinho.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-2725375767339718851</id><published>2026-04-15T15:20:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-15T15:20:38.487-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coração"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="História"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recomeçar"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rumo"/><title type='text'>O Meio De Nós</title><content type='html'>&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/AVvXsEgf_7KVtNXloOunGoISrsxk0vpkuoV88gIEd7KpoGvE7bCHhfhmf32g8Gxxa8tSn3fcSPjZLD6sVxsgFk_yOBH_btG7WDzr8vb48VpIktw-6masWymHziBdELEdaJhzMyY_O0LmqoawY9fUXStwUzH2BjOxZaPYenGtT_CJ3TEFGwXBqyI85d8BOrdxSzTJ/s1260/Abra%C3%A7o%20dourado%20no%20campo%20de%20flores.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1260&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1024&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf_7KVtNXloOunGoISrsxk0vpkuoV88gIEd7KpoGvE7bCHhfhmf32g8Gxxa8tSn3fcSPjZLD6sVxsgFk_yOBH_btG7WDzr8vb48VpIktw-6masWymHziBdELEdaJhzMyY_O0LmqoawY9fUXStwUzH2BjOxZaPYenGtT_CJ3TEFGwXBqyI85d8BOrdxSzTJ/w520-h640/Abra%C3%A7o%20dourado%20no%20campo%20de%20flores.png&quot; width=&quot;520&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não foi o começo que me prendeu&lt;br /&gt; Nem o fim que me definiu&lt;br /&gt;Foi o meio esse lugar sem nome&lt;br /&gt; Onde a gente acontece de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali morava o teu jeito de ficar&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando tudo parecia ir&lt;br /&gt; E o meu jeito de te querer&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo sem saber explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meio de nós era isso...&lt;br /&gt; Um mundo inteiro cabendo em instantes&lt;br /&gt; E o tempo esquecendo-se de correr&lt;br /&gt; Quando a gente se olhava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se houve fim, eu não sei dizer com certeza&lt;br /&gt; Porque o que foi vivido com verdade&lt;br /&gt; Não sabe obedecer a despedidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou o meio&lt;br /&gt; Ficou nós&lt;br /&gt; Ficou o que o coração reconhece&lt;br /&gt; Mesmo quando a história muda de rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora, coração…&lt;br /&gt; Vai devagar&lt;br /&gt; Não apaga o que foi&lt;br /&gt; Mas aprende a respirar de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for pra amar outra vez&lt;br /&gt; Que seja sem medo de começar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times; 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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/HuTw2SVRrdk?si=G1z4koZFO8vgBbk4&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/2725375767339718851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/o-meio-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2725375767339718851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/2725375767339718851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/o-meio-de-nos.html' title='O Meio 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/AVvXsEgf_7KVtNXloOunGoISrsxk0vpkuoV88gIEd7KpoGvE7bCHhfhmf32g8Gxxa8tSn3fcSPjZLD6sVxsgFk_yOBH_btG7WDzr8vb48VpIktw-6masWymHziBdELEdaJhzMyY_O0LmqoawY9fUXStwUzH2BjOxZaPYenGtT_CJ3TEFGwXBqyI85d8BOrdxSzTJ/s72-w520-h640-c/Abra%C3%A7o%20dourado%20no%20campo%20de%20flores.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-4927382494629792230</id><published>2026-04-09T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-09T15:42:13.012-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eterno"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mundo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Paz"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Promessas"/><title type='text'>Ainda Nós</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/AVvXsEhbSNnUVLlfM-nonprjDKw4kkTjGilc_LVMgkPxmVOU0_qaYavzYcO88HGHXtFCgUJXArjLAAocytbzV4q8jBvrrAC7yfHB35IBKG_F8z8H_2w-icg3H2NL3vyqnv5iK1Y0_hTW8w4JEM3Z0Y89mU8O3yE0_Y9_RE6K_Wx8sern2pp3XjY3AAc0GOZfrwvx/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/AVvXsEhbSNnUVLlfM-nonprjDKw4kkTjGilc_LVMgkPxmVOU0_qaYavzYcO88HGHXtFCgUJXArjLAAocytbzV4q8jBvrrAC7yfHB35IBKG_F8z8H_2w-icg3H2NL3vyqnv5iK1Y0_hTW8w4JEM3Z0Y89mU8O3yE0_Y9_RE6K_Wx8sern2pp3XjY3AAc0GOZfrwvx/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;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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Entre tropeços e promessas sussurradas&lt;br /&gt; Dois corações insistiram em permanecer&lt;br /&gt; Havia vozes ao redor prevendo quedas&lt;br /&gt; Como ventos contrários tentando apagar o que ardia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, mesmo assim, seguimos &lt;br /&gt; Passo após passo, sem mapa&lt;br /&gt; Guiados por algo que não se explica&lt;br /&gt; Mas se sente no silêncio entre dois olhares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ao contemplar nossa própria história&lt;br /&gt; Vejo marcas de batalhas vencidas lado a lado&lt;br /&gt; Risos que nasceram depois do cansaço&lt;br /&gt; E mãos que nunca se soltaram de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é o abrigo onde descanso minhas pressas&lt;br /&gt; O destino onde meus sonhos encontram sentido&lt;br /&gt; A presença que transforma o comum em eterno&lt;br /&gt; Como um suspiro que se recusa a terminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tivéssemos escutado o mundo&lt;br /&gt; Talvez só restasse ausências&lt;br /&gt; Mas escolhemos acreditar &lt;br /&gt; E nisso, reinventamos o impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, ao revisitar o que fomos&lt;br /&gt; Reconheço vestígios de luta partilhada&lt;br /&gt; Inteiros, mais fortes, entrelaçados&lt;br /&gt; E no fim de cada dia&lt;br /&gt; É no seu afeto que encontro paz&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;span style=&quot;font-family: times; font-size: large;&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; 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; 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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/4927382494629792230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/ainda-nos.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4927382494629792230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4927382494629792230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/ainda-nos.html' title='Ainda 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/AVvXsEhbSNnUVLlfM-nonprjDKw4kkTjGilc_LVMgkPxmVOU0_qaYavzYcO88HGHXtFCgUJXArjLAAocytbzV4q8jBvrrAC7yfHB35IBKG_F8z8H_2w-icg3H2NL3vyqnv5iK1Y0_hTW8w4JEM3Z0Y89mU8O3yE0_Y9_RE6K_Wx8sern2pp3XjY3AAc0GOZfrwvx/s72-w426-h640-c/Abra%C3%A7o%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-1132532799330342747</id><published>2026-04-07T11:58:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-07T11:58:20.079-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Coragem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inteira"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vida"/><title type='text'>INTEIRA</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/AVvXsEhqvj_tKgjLAEt0Ig4zyQGpyttkMMdw415PS6J7bZXLdxMRgNKn67nZ8r9jZ9Iraorq7pRZuzHhCph2Flgn7SugMH4u6-CJIEOGKVTsyxSa8sfEIC0Kj40jgjIX7LUW014obvqZ79pgNjVc_bRgTknCpIZPEz-NjDatUqW1AmDffDx7icKp_x0pFgtQ-wgr/s1536/Reflex%C3%A3o%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;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvj_tKgjLAEt0Ig4zyQGpyttkMMdw415PS6J7bZXLdxMRgNKn67nZ8r9jZ9Iraorq7pRZuzHhCph2Flgn7SugMH4u6-CJIEOGKVTsyxSa8sfEIC0Kj40jgjIX7LUW014obvqZ79pgNjVc_bRgTknCpIZPEz-NjDatUqW1AmDffDx7icKp_x0pFgtQ-wgr/w266-h400/Reflex%C3%A3o%20ao%20p%C3%B4r%20do%20sol.jpg&quot; width=&quot;266&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Dia 7 de abril sempre chega como um espelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não desses que mostram só o rosto, mas daqueles mais sinceros, que revelam o que mudou por dentro, mesmo quando ninguém mais percebe. E eu olho pra mim assim: uma mistura de tudo e de nada, como se fosse feita de pedaços que nem sempre combinam, mas ainda assim funcionam.&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;Sou romântica. Do tipo que acredita, mesmo depois de já ter aprendido a duvidar. Porque também sou desconfiada e talvez seja aí que mora o meu equilíbrio estranho, eu sinto muito, mas nem sempre entrego fácil. Meu coração vai à frente, mas minha mente puxa de volta, como quem diz “calma, nem todo mundo merece chegar tão perto”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho poucos amigos. Mas os que ficam esses ficam de verdade. Não sei ser metade com ninguém. Ou é inteiro, ou não é. Talvez isso explique tanta coisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou ariana e não nego. Intensa, arretada. Daquelas que se joga que explode que sente tudo de uma vez só. Às vezes brilho e às vezes queimo. Tem dias em que sou coragem pura. Em outros, sou só silêncio tentando se reorganizar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E no fundo, mas bem no fundo mesmo eu sei, eu sou só coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um coração que já se confundiu que já se protegeu que já quis ser menos pra doer menos, mas nunca conseguiu. Porque ser assim não é escolha, é natureza.&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 esse novo ciclo não chega como uma promessa de mudança. Ele chega como um lembrete, eu continuo sendo isso tudo. Intensa, contraditória, cuidadosa, exagerada, viva.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E talvez crescer seja justamente isso, não deixar de ser, mas aprender a caber melhor dentro de si mesma.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esse dia não é só sobre mais um ano.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;É sobre continuar tendo coragem de sentir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque, no fim das contas, ser eu já é muita coisa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: red; font-family: times; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todo ano, nessa mesma data&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-family: times; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Algo em mim desperta em silêncio&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;Não é aparência é profundidade&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;É o que mudou sem que vissem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou feita de contrastes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um sentir que avança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E um cuidado que recua&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ainda acredito, mesmo com receios&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E guardo poucos dentro de mim, mas verdadeiros&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sou intensidade pura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes luz, às vezes incêndio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Às vezes só tentando me entender&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No fundo, sou isso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir demais, sempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E esse novo ciclo não me muda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me lembra de quem sou&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque crescer, talvez&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seja só aprender a se acolher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;E seguir…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com coragem de sentir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: times;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: x-large; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;Meu Presente de Aniversário (Gratidão por Lembrar Cris)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: x-large; text-align: justify;&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; font-family: Roboto, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-style: normal; 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;(I Wanna Take) Forever Tonight   Peter Cetera &amp;amp; Crystal Bernard (TRADUÇÃO) HD&quot;&gt;(I Wanna Take) Forever Tonight Peter Cetera &amp;amp; Crystal Bernard&lt;/yt-formatted-string&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/feeds/1132532799330342747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/inteira.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1132532799330342747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/1132532799330342747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/04/inteira.html' title='INTEIRA'/><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/AVvXsEhqvj_tKgjLAEt0Ig4zyQGpyttkMMdw415PS6J7bZXLdxMRgNKn67nZ8r9jZ9Iraorq7pRZuzHhCph2Flgn7SugMH4u6-CJIEOGKVTsyxSa8sfEIC0Kj40jgjIX7LUW014obvqZ79pgNjVc_bRgTknCpIZPEz-NjDatUqW1AmDffDx7icKp_x0pFgtQ-wgr/s72-w266-h400-c/Reflex%C3%A3o%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-2501552835956756518</id><published>2026-04-04T17:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2026-04-04T17:41:38.202-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Companhia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Céu"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="distância"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lua"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palavras Soltas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Segredos"/><title type='text'>LUA SILENCIOSA</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/AVvXsEgehZdXL5fVDe5aVavsVBAu1bqDNPSjcDgpyZ-gKa7K3-krbwLbaF7_CSBEKeEiuCKiaB1Tk7hWmHVBpBFQ-FqSXNTFFtGJ7jiiD_Qy9VprljQOOu090cApwq-oKhEjZm_Wv9utzTHIzBm5EquZ6TpVT9ITKeakgHzrfqS8jbSEAx_R7tWxUoOwY0fwP9nD/s1536/Caminho%20iluminado%20pela%20lua%20cheia.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;640&quot; 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; -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;Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon HD tradução&quot;&gt;Bruno Mars - Talking To The Moon&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/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='6 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>6</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='14 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>14</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; 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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; 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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; 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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;
&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/YN91krYYCww?si=mCg_xMKxexeyQwSL&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/4065735287019602438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/onde-cancao-te-esconde.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4065735287019602438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6426503326954104348/posts/default/4065735287019602438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://lucia-cantinho.blogspot.com/2026/01/onde-cancao-te-esconde.html' title='Onde A Canção Te Esconde'/><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/AVvXsEgz4N0P_duodHTcWBjrUt1QYtlNOPkNQoIQn28cjlfmp-fXEwvYES7oLXOTEMNbljHOi4yLRyaqGFTbYtdbgY4m-jXnzc0VqpTtxmFkUEmgKzxzQX-mk3lExT8O97FY7x-7dCSdFC5syC9qk7k3DEUcoIX3xlrB03uv941KY7Fr3RGgKrs2FW7csFns4SSG/s72-w640-h494-c/blog.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6426503326954104348.post-2256086215747806337</id><published>2026-01-05T15:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2026-01-05T15:42:04.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando O Afeto Fica</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/AVvXsEgm8f8PIq7_QbcbGqjrBVbsZ8Tti5kefrSpk_UdCh-iSlGC56-80kpzbHGPIOqA7-1hqsgCsEq0cr2M_Qv5mJVT3vrxHo9dS9olU0HcKD4WeYWXHZeKT4Fve8qwoS5kZLKTS1-XtqBt6hduGMFCYiCoVMT4AAjsTMF8yUuWpTHM-yOV2wZjx2uhjrT7N8RQ/s650/Lucia%20Cantinho.gif&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;650&quot; data-original-width=&quot;421&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8f8PIq7_QbcbGqjrBVbsZ8Tti5kefrSpk_UdCh-iSlGC56-80kpzbHGPIOqA7-1hqsgCsEq0cr2M_Qv5mJVT3vrxHo9dS9olU0HcKD4WeYWXHZeKT4Fve8qwoS5kZLKTS1-XtqBt6hduGMFCYiCoVMT4AAjsTMF8yUuWpTHM-yOV2wZjx2uhjrT7N8RQ/w414-h640/Lucia%20Cantinho.gif&quot; width=&quot;414&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;Entre desvios e retornos sutis&lt;br /&gt;Nasce um laço que não pede licença&lt;br /&gt; 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; 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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></feed>