<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588</id><updated>2012-01-02T10:42:36.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plante seu jardim e decore sua alma...W.S</title><subtitle type='html'>Por muito tempo achei que a 
ausência é falta.
 E lastimava, 
ignorante, a falta.
 Hoje não a lastimo.
 Não há 
falta na ausência.
 A ausência é um estar
 em mim.
 E sinto-a, branca,
 tão pegada, aconchegada
 nos
 meus braços,
 que rio e 
danço e invento 
exclamações 
alegres, porque 
a ausência,
 essa ausência 
assimilada, 
ninguém a rouba mais
 de mim.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-6876887188610800576</id><published>2011-08-23T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:54:50.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouvir a voz de Deus</title><content type='html'>Ouvidos?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem os tem?&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente, todos têm ouvidos. Ouvidos para ouvir parentes, médicos, namorados, amigos, colegas, vizinhos, noticiários em geral, etc., etc., etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem os tem para ouvir a voz do Espírito de Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre ela é meiga, terna ou suave.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, é forte, incisiva e dura.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não fala ao coração, já que este não tem coragem para obedecer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas duvido que não solucione qualquer problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num turbilhão de conselhos, quem quer ouvir o de Deus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos interessados, Ele fala:&lt;br /&gt;“Ah! Se o meu povo me escutasse…&lt;br /&gt;Eu, de pronto, lhe abateria o inimigo e deitaria mão contra os seus adversários…&lt;br /&gt;Eu o sustentaria com o trigo mais fino e o saciaria com o mel que escorre da rocha.” Salmo 81.13-16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (BispoMacedo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-6876887188610800576?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6876887188610800576/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/ouvir-voz-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/6876887188610800576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/6876887188610800576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/ouvir-voz-de-deus.html' title='Ouvir a voz de Deus'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-3108559822339690749</id><published>2011-02-09T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T13:09:28.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Até que um novo dia se ponha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TVMCYYIoJWI/AAAAAAAAASc/anE90bmiA0Q/s1600/Sozinha_praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TVMCYYIoJWI/AAAAAAAAASc/anE90bmiA0Q/s320/Sozinha_praia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571799781806187874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto mais o tempo vai passando, &lt;br /&gt;mas me dou conta de tudo aquilo que vivi &lt;br /&gt;e que hoje não passa apenas de lembranças, &lt;br /&gt;meras lembranças,bons momentos,feliz recordação. &lt;br /&gt;Me dei conta que a cada dia em que me desperto &lt;br /&gt;é um novo tempo e, que devo aproveitar o hoje,pois &lt;br /&gt;o amanhã pode não chegar...Sonhos se tornaram realidade,&lt;br /&gt;coisas não planejadas podem me acontecer...Ou melhor, &lt;br /&gt;já estão me acontecendo,sem tempo prévio,sem hora marcada, &lt;br /&gt;sem nada datado,apenas acontece,não tem como mudar, &lt;br /&gt;apenas me faz bem. &lt;br /&gt;Novas descobertas,novas amizades(as velhas sempre &lt;br /&gt;cultivadas),novos pensamentos,novas realizações, &lt;br /&gt;novos...&lt;br /&gt;E assim sigo,buscando o melhor de mim,o melhor pra &lt;br /&gt;mim,o melhor para você,quem sabe... &lt;br /&gt;Até que um novo dia se ponha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3108559822339690749?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3108559822339690749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/ate-que-um-novo-dia-se-ponha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3108559822339690749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3108559822339690749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/ate-que-um-novo-dia-se-ponha.html' title='Até que um novo dia se ponha'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TVMCYYIoJWI/AAAAAAAAASc/anE90bmiA0Q/s72-c/Sozinha_praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-1072337259306969970</id><published>2010-08-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T19:33:53.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E se nada faz sentido...Me chama!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TGyVxekA3fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-8Q68jgMJEM/s1600/dayseane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TGyVxekA3fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-8Q68jgMJEM/s320/dayseane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506941121617518066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se precisar...&lt;br /&gt;Por favor,me chame!&lt;br /&gt;A partir deste momento não quero mas&lt;br /&gt;te ver sofrer,então não esqueça&lt;br /&gt;que eu estou e estarei sempre com você.&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia decidir sair de minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;lembre-se,vou sofrer por tua ausência,mas te gosto&lt;br /&gt;tanto,que não irei te deixar escapar,e se assim tiver &lt;br /&gt;que ser,te darei total liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;Você se sentiu só,e a todo momento te reparei.O que&lt;br /&gt;acontece é que...Não posso te ver sofrer!&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que alguém neste mundo já se sentiu &lt;br /&gt;tão triste quanto você,e que felizmente confiou&lt;br /&gt;em si mesmo,ou por descuido se esqueceu que sempre &lt;br /&gt;a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;E a vida...Ah! A vida é sempre um desafio,&lt;br /&gt;é ter que lutar sempre contra o frio,e tentar&lt;br /&gt;sempre preencher o vazio deixado pela dor.&lt;br /&gt;E se algum dia alguém te disser que você não&lt;br /&gt;é importante,lembre-se que tem alguém neste&lt;br /&gt;mundo que queria ser igual a você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1072337259306969970?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1072337259306969970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-se-nada-faz-sentidome-chama.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1072337259306969970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1072337259306969970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-se-nada-faz-sentidome-chama.html' title='E se nada faz sentido...Me chama!'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TGyVxekA3fI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-8Q68jgMJEM/s72-c/dayseane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-7543320204404967296</id><published>2010-07-13T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:11:45.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um momento!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TD0jx2Ae_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k2EMJwBx45k/s1600/um+momento.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TD0jx2Ae_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k2EMJwBx45k/s320/um+momento.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493586459679980546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É... Não estou tão bem o quanto você pensa,&lt;br /&gt;se é que ainda pensa um pouco em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Desde quando não mais te vi, as coisas vêm &lt;br /&gt;formando um ângulo diferente. Foi como&lt;br /&gt;se tudo estivesse voltando aos seus devidos&lt;br /&gt;lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Se foi melhor assim?Ah!Penso que não.&lt;br /&gt;É que em algum momento no tempo duas linhas se cruzam,&lt;br /&gt;muitas vezes sem que o percebamos. Entende?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pra onde estou indo, mas eu preciso chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me sinto perdida, confusa, e até mesmo&lt;br /&gt;distante de mim. Já em outros momentos a esse coração&lt;br /&gt;a música dá sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Buscando um momento para assimilar novos&lt;br /&gt;pensamentos... Mas o que fazer, é imperativo que...&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente. Eis a questão, mas me recuso a &lt;br /&gt;deixar-me der repente, e isso mim dá forças, pois&lt;br /&gt;a momentos onde a liberdade determina o crescimento,&lt;br /&gt;e não a nada que possam fazer por nós,&lt;br /&gt;e por conclusão disso, é que temos a confiança &lt;br /&gt;e segurança de que precisamos seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... Estarei "saindo de sena"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-7543320204404967296?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7543320204404967296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-momento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7543320204404967296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7543320204404967296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-momento.html' title='Um momento!'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TD0jx2Ae_AI/AAAAAAAAAR0/k2EMJwBx45k/s72-c/um+momento.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-7404430004642748429</id><published>2010-07-10T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:28:17.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll love you forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hei!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixe aqui sozinha não vai,&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso de você aqui,&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto sua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Há como eu sinto(suspiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te dizer algo,&lt;br /&gt;preciso dizer que TE AMO.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso te agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;pois tu fizeste tanto por mim,&lt;br /&gt;me amou acima de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que eu tenha errado,&lt;br /&gt;por muitas vezes falhado.&lt;br /&gt;E eu por mais que faça por você,&lt;br /&gt;não seria o bastante para te agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você cuidou de mim,&lt;br /&gt;me colocou pra dormir,&lt;br /&gt;e nas noites sombrias você me acalentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho a te agradecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque nas horas mais difíceis da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que estava comigo.&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que eu não conseguisse caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;você em seu colo me carregou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por se importar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu conheceste meus pensamentos...desejos...e anseios.&lt;br /&gt;Você é tão especial!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não te deixarei sozinha(mim dissestes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso grata sou Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Por eu ser A MENINA DOS TEUS OLHOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-7404430004642748429?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7404430004642748429/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7404430004642748429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7404430004642748429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/ill-love-you-forever.html' title='I&apos;ll love you forever'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5455312729592577523</id><published>2010-07-04T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:31:56.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia vocâ aprende</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TDELH1wvp9I/AAAAAAAAARc/RskvnuxMtjU/s1600/Coisas-da-vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TDELH1wvp9I/AAAAAAAAARc/RskvnuxMtjU/s320/Coisas-da-vida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490181650059864018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um dia você aprende que...&lt;br /&gt;Depois de algum tempo você aprende a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que amar não significa apoiar-se, e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começa a aceitar suas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo você aprende que o sol queima se ficar exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E aprende que não importa o quanto você se importe, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam...E aceita que não importa quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai feri-lo de vez em quando e você precisa perdoá-la, por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destrui-la, e que você pode fazer coisas em um instante, das quais se arrependerá pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que você tem na vida, mas quem você é na vida.&lt;br /&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não temos que mudar de amigos se compreendemos que os amigos mudam, percebe que seu melhor amigo e você podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e terem bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que as pessoas com quem você mais se importa na vida são tomadas de você muito depressa, por isso sempre devemos deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas, pode ser a última vez que as vejamos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que as circunstâncias e os ambientes tem influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a aprender que não se deve comparar com os outros, mas com o melhor que você mesmo pode ser.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que se leva muito tempo para se tornar a pessoa que quer ser, e que o tempo é curto.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa onde já chegou, mas onde está indo, mas se você não sabe para onde está indo, qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que, ou você controla seus atos ou eles o controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, sempre existem dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as consequências.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que algumas vezes a pessoa que você espera que o chute quando você cai é uma das poucas que o ajudam a levantar-se.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que se teve e o que você aprendeu com elas do que com quantos aniversários você celebrou.(Sem sombra de dúvidas)&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que há mais dos seus pais em você do que você supunha.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são bobagens, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que quando está com raiva tem o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não lhe dá o direito de ser cruel.(Pense nisso!)&lt;br /&gt;Descobre que só porque alguém não o ama do jeito que você quer que ame, não significa que esse alguém não o ama, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar isso.(Infelismente)&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes você tem que aprender a perdoar-se a si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que com a mesma severidade com que julga, você será em algum momento condenado.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não importa em quantos pedaços seu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que você o conserte.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que o tempo não é algo que possa voltar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, plante seu jardim e decore sua alma, ao invés de esperar que alguém lhe traga flores.&lt;br /&gt;E você aprende que realmente pode suportar... Que realmente é forte, e que pode ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor e que você tem valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Willian Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5455312729592577523?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5455312729592577523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-dia-voca-aprende.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5455312729592577523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5455312729592577523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/07/um-dia-voca-aprende.html' title='Um dia vocâ aprende'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TDELH1wvp9I/AAAAAAAAARc/RskvnuxMtjU/s72-c/Coisas-da-vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5435108538632349538</id><published>2010-06-30T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:38:13.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia é um "prato"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCv9UL-sa_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xfFbguqDH9M/s1600/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488759094136040434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCv9UL-sa_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xfFbguqDH9M/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia é um prato...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem que ser degustado com alegria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temperado a sentimento e emoção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com sabor da alma e coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem recheado de frases e versos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que são todos devorados avidamente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelos olhos insaciáveis dos amantes da poesia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ernane Rezende&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5435108538632349538?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5435108538632349538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/poesia-e-um-prato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5435108538632349538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5435108538632349538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/poesia-e-um-prato.html' title='Poesia é um &quot;prato&quot;'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCv9UL-sa_I/AAAAAAAAARM/xfFbguqDH9M/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-2539199141614274163</id><published>2010-06-24T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:39:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças e... Nada mais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCQVM_15hpI/AAAAAAAAARE/BIuLFFZqGjA/s1600/pensamentos_surreais.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486533559084222098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCQVM_15hpI/AAAAAAAAARE/BIuLFFZqGjA/s320/pensamentos_surreais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;arecia muito recente,ou melhor...Parece que foi ontem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembro mim ainda da nossa comemoração,comemorávamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma noite de muita festa,onde tudo era muito divertido,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde tudo era motivo de risadas[...]alegria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso dizer sutilmente que não é saudade,pois o que já não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;existe dentro de meu ser é o amor...Não pela vida,não pelas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;coisas ao meu redor,não pelas pessoas,mais sim por você.(Isso é fato)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece estranho,mim sinto estranha com esses pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;confusos,conturbados,tenho convicção de não querer reviver "nenhum" passado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daí mim pergunto o porquê de tudo isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não existem respostas concretas,pois são lembranças e... Nada mais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez o tempo não possa apagar,ou poderá ser apenas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;questão de tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por um momento achei que precisávamos conversar,estava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;precisando desabafar,e quem sabe tentar resolver o que deixamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para traz.Esse tempo nunca teremos,posso afirmar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a muito tempo encontrei uma nova forma de sentir e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conceber a vida.Tudo aconteceu de forma natural.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero que o tempo volte,nem que as lembranças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;já vividas se repitam.Só quero novas histórias,maiores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e ainda melhores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seremos apenas pequenas lembranças,diante da amplitude &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de nossas "grandes" criações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o conjunto delas, faz a mais bela jóia que se pode ter...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A EXPERIÊNCIA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2539199141614274163?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2539199141614274163/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembrancas-e-nada-mais.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2539199141614274163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2539199141614274163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/lembrancas-e-nada-mais.html' title='Lembranças e... Nada mais.'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TCQVM_15hpI/AAAAAAAAARE/BIuLFFZqGjA/s72-c/pensamentos_surreais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-4444200344746985259</id><published>2010-06-12T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:01:04.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos os dias é dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TBQiLczLQpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6pbXyUGfM3k/s1600/dia-dos-namorados-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482044226521481874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TBQiLczLQpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6pbXyUGfM3k/s320/dia-dos-namorados-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns pelo dia dos eternos namorados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dos eternos amantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dos aternos cumplices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dos eternos amigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que possam compartilhar o mesmo céu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ambos num mesmo admirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mero, mas de intenso estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim que todos possam compartilhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o melhor que tem dentro de si,e fazer quem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ama muito,mais muito feliz...Não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje apenas,mais em todos os dias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de suas vidas,ou até enquanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;durar esse amor,mais que venha se aterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Felicidades a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-4444200344746985259?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4444200344746985259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/todos-os-dias-e-dia-dos-namorados.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/4444200344746985259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/4444200344746985259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/todos-os-dias-e-dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Todos os dias é dia dos namorados'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/TBQiLczLQpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6pbXyUGfM3k/s72-c/dia-dos-namorados-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-7097320544103636654</id><published>2010-06-07T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T10:51:51.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lá fora a chuva cai e eu dá janela observava tudo detalhadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;o céu parece chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Será que ele também está triste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Estou mim sentindo perdida,sem saída,precisando respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;quero está ausente,de tudo e de todos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Embora &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;me façam bem,mais não se trata de uma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;situação coletiva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;e sim pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Talves esteja almejando algo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mas nem eu sei o que quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Eu posso estar sentindo saudade,mais de que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Nem sei se é isso que sinto,qualquer palpite neste momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;será banal e sem importância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Infelizmente são muitas as lembranças,não cabe mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Quero fugir para qualquer lugar,o importante é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;eu esteja longe,distante quem sabe até de mim mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Depois desejo voltar e ficar perto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;das pessoas que me amam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Não sei a causa de estar mim sentindo assim,ou melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;até sei,mais portanto não entendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Preciso chorar me transbordar e dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;muitos sentimentos saíram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;sentimentos de um vago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E ai sim voltarei ao meu mundo,voltarei correndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;pois aqui sim é o meu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-7097320544103636654?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7097320544103636654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamentos-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7097320544103636654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7097320544103636654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/06/pensamentos-ao-vento.html' title='Pensamentos ao vento'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-658524846098073565</id><published>2010-05-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:25:11.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção da América...Emoções a flor da pele.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S_ieTcTvY0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/x7YRC0wYjTI/s1600/Dia_do_amigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474299403922531138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S_ieTcTvY0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/x7YRC0wYjTI/s320/Dia_do_amigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Amigo é coisa para se guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Debaixo de sete chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dentro do coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Assim falava a canção que na América ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mas quem cantava chorou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Ao ver o seu amigo partir&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem ficou, no pensamento voou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Com seu canto que o outro lembrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E quem voou, no pensamento ficou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Com a lembrança que o outro cantou&lt;br /&gt;Amigo é coisa para se guardar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;No lado esquerdo do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mesmo que o tempo e a distância digam "não"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Mesmo esquecendo a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;O que importa é ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;A voz que vem do coração&lt;br /&gt;Pois seja o que vier, venha o que vier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Qualquer dia, amigo, eu volto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;A te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Qualquer dia, amigo, a gente vai se encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;      O coração apertou,e nesse momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   dedico essa canção a você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   que sinto muita falta,que procuro e não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   vejo,mais que sinto profundamente em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   "Qualquer dia eu volto a te encontrar"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   E assim,com os olhos "lavados" de lágrimas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   quero dizer-te &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;             Te amo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Lembro-me como se fosse ontem,cada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   momento,cada capricho,cada risada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   cada lágrima...Juntos construimos nosso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   próprio ninho de amor,de uma amizade &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   que tudo suportou,e em meio as dificuldades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   você pôde ser meu porto seguro,fui seu porto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Sinto falta…Da tua doce voz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   Do teu sorriso belo e franco…da tua mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   segurando a minha quando escorria o meu pranto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;   A falta de sua presença se faz sentida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-658524846098073565?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/658524846098073565/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancao-da-americaemocoes-flor-da-pele.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/658524846098073565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/658524846098073565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/cancao-da-americaemocoes-flor-da-pele.html' title='Canção da América...Emoções a flor da pele.'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S_ieTcTvY0I/AAAAAAAAAQw/x7YRC0wYjTI/s72-c/Dia_do_amigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5706430844593680481</id><published>2010-04-25T15:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T19:43:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas asas do sonho,rumo ao teu coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ão demorou muito e assim já se encontra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheio de dúvidas, não se sabe o que fazer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse momento só queria dizer uma coisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amando ou não você me faz bem, você me faz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dizem os físicos, que para toda ação existe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;uma reação, dessa forma não seria diferente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplicidade, amor, carinho, afeto, atenção...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;causou uma reação dentro de mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar-te de uma forma ou de outra fará grande&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diferença.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontrar-te a cada dia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me deixará ainda mais confusa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei de teu esforço,mais talvez o maior passo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu quem deveria ou devo dar,mais com um tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saberá do que se trata está minha ausência,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou como quer que chame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como as flores da primavera,semelhante a &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sso foi crescendo o que chamamos de...Minh'alma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é viajante,coração é independente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embora eu esteja pensativa,indecisa...Mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim sinto que preciso de você,e não &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;importa onde ou quando,mesmo assim estaremos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juntos,é apenas questão de tempo,na verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;preciso me encontrar,talvez me encontrar em você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5706430844593680481?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5706430844593680481/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-asas-do-sonhorumo-ao-teu-coracao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5706430844593680481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5706430844593680481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/nas-asas-do-sonhorumo-ao-teu-coracao.html' title='Nas asas do sonho,rumo ao teu coração'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5329469869000601822</id><published>2010-04-18T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:54:15.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abandonado por falta de atitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S8uzTFDtyVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7H4apsZLLvA/s1600/Amor-_acabou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461656113473505618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S8uzTFDtyVI/AAAAAAAAAQY/7H4apsZLLvA/s320/Amor-_acabou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensinam muitas coisas: Se uma pessoa lhe machuca, ela gosta de você; nunca tente aparar a própria franja; e um dia, vai conhecer alguém incrível e ser feliz para sempre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por que não ser gentil sem precisar machucar?Por que não tentar se feliz agora? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se essa é a busca, então vamos decolar... Doravante não ser impróprio, carrasco (a),mais ser você mesmo sem precisar fazer o mal. Sabe por que alguns relacionamentos não dão certo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque reservamos nossa tolerância e gentileza para os estranhos e maltratamos os mais próximos e queridos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelo menos em alguns casos acontecem exatamente dessa forma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O fato é que não existe fórmula mágica para garantir um relacionamento feliz. Mas há algumas atitudes que podem melhorar e muito a convivência. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não deixe que pequenas imperfeições representem o todo" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ah querido leitor, senso de humor, ajuda e tanto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senso de humor ajuda,já ouviu dizer que sorrir é o melhor remédio pra tudo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é mesmo. Pode salvar uma relação.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Uma boa piada pode abrilhantar o dia, trazendo alegria&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a quem conta e a quem escuta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Num relacionamento, um bom e saudável senso de humor torna mais alegre os dias comuns e diminui o fardo dos dias ruins. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, atenção: piadas negativas e sarcásticas só servem para alimentar as tensões”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conversa,não esqueça desse,fator ele muito importante,resolve qualquer problema e o torna ainda mais "interessante".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo filme e toda história implora para esperarmos por isso: a reviravolta no terceiro ato, a declaração de amor inesperada, a exceção à regra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eee blábláblá &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim,seja aumenos humilde ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5329469869000601822?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5329469869000601822/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/abandonado-por-falta-de-gosto-2.html#comment-form' title='4 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-6153335978197743992</id><published>2010-04-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:47:16.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração do poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S700vRMRUGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tA1yKCL-uNY/s1600/barquinho-de-papel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S700vRMRUGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tA1yKCL-uNY/s400/barquinho-de-papel2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457576310116274274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O coração do poeta precisa de alguém &lt;br /&gt;Que não queira despedida &lt;br /&gt;Que seja pro fim da vida &lt;br /&gt;Que tranque todas as saídas &lt;br /&gt;E lá dentro só nós dois e Deus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração do poeta precisa de um amor &lt;br /&gt;Que seja singular na trilha &lt;br /&gt;Que seja sem armadilha &lt;br /&gt;E no momento de turbulência &lt;br /&gt;Seremos nós dois &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barquinho de papel no riacho a bailar &lt;br /&gt;Seremos nosso alguém &lt;br /&gt;Depois que meu Deus confirmar o amor &lt;br /&gt;Então seremos felizes, poeta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração do poeta precisa de um amor &lt;br /&gt;Que seja singular na trilha &lt;br /&gt;Que seja sem armadilha &lt;br /&gt;E no momento de turbulência &lt;br /&gt;Seremos nós dois e Deus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barquinho de papel no riacho a bailar &lt;br /&gt;Seremos nosso alguém &lt;br /&gt;Depois que meu Deus confirmar o amor &lt;br /&gt;Então seremos felizes, poeta&lt;/em&gt;a &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lázaro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-6153335978197743992?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6153335978197743992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/coracao-do-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/6153335978197743992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/6153335978197743992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/coracao-do-poeta.html' title='Coração do poeta'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S700vRMRUGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/tA1yKCL-uNY/s72-c/barquinho-de-papel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-1389719167010191446</id><published>2010-04-04T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:58:28.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S7juxqpfHUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GCmx_hFpLRE/s1600/untitledde.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S7juxqpfHUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GCmx_hFpLRE/s400/untitledde.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456373485588651330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Páscoa de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Mas teve sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;O maior homem do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificou pra não ver&lt;br /&gt;Você sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é aleluia&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é ressurreição&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é amor&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é renascimento&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é passagem&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa&lt;br /&gt;Tantos passam&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vivem&lt;br /&gt;Não conhecem esse senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é atitude:&lt;br /&gt;Acolher;&lt;br /&gt;Ser;&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecer;&lt;br /&gt;Espalhar a luz do cristo&lt;br /&gt;Vivo e ressuscitado&lt;br /&gt;Páscoa é motivo&lt;br /&gt;Da razão de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ibeane Campos Moreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1389719167010191446?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S7juxqpfHUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GCmx_hFpLRE/s72-c/untitledde.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5197602569936574805</id><published>2010-03-28T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T19:14:45.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo = A solução.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S7AM62Rt0mI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tS4H9V8672E/s1600/1256492836118_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S7AM62Rt0mI/AAAAAAAAAPg/tS4H9V8672E/s400/1256492836118_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453873353887437410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendi com o tempo que o silêncio salva o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar em silencio evita magoas e mais motivos&lt;br /&gt;para discussões irracionais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o silencio não é fugir,é esperar...é aprender &lt;br /&gt;a esperar,escolher o tempo certo de dizer as coisas&lt;br /&gt;que sentimos...esperar que os sentimentos se fixem&lt;br /&gt;dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que o silencio é a ausência do som,mas não&lt;br /&gt;de mensagens...Tem cor,cor de inconformismo,&lt;br /&gt;de me esqueça,de dá um tempo,de agora não.&lt;br /&gt;Ah o silencio!O silencio do amor não respondido,&lt;br /&gt;dos olhares dos apaixonados,de encontrar os amigos,&lt;br /&gt;de completar o nascer do sol...&lt;br /&gt;O silencio é bom,use em momentos de crise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5197602569936574805?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5075815245151033082?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5075815245151033082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/reflexao_11.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5075815245151033082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5075815245151033082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/reflexao_11.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S5mMwClG1xI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/ukqJA2cYVnE/s72-c/deus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-3452434994129312588</id><published>2010-03-07T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T18:00:23.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Resolvi sonhar os sonhos de Deus*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S5RZ0kOWbdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FsydZvi_xOg/s1600-h/fggh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S5RZ0kOWbdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/FsydZvi_xOg/s320/fggh.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446076609009708498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiz uma aliança contigo diante do altar&lt;br /&gt;Não igual a aliança dos homens&lt;br /&gt;Que fogo não consome ninguém pode quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Abro mão dos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Do que a vida me deu&lt;br /&gt;Digo sim pro teu reino, e não pro meu eu &lt;br /&gt;Escolhi sonhar os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi sonhar os sonhos de Deus...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda que tu me peças senhor&lt;br /&gt;Para eu te entregar o meu maior tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Por ti eu darei...&lt;br /&gt;Não existe ninguém além de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém igual a ti&lt;br /&gt;Tens suprido minhas necessidades&lt;br /&gt;Tens me feito ainda mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos ô pai&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas,e ainda que queiram me derrubar&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos ô pai&lt;br /&gt;De mãos dadas...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que o mundo se vire contra mim&lt;br /&gt;Estaremos juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz deste meu coração, o teu Moriá&lt;br /&gt;Pode provar minha fidelidade a ti&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que Tu me peças&lt;br /&gt;Pra te entregar a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Assim eu farei.&lt;br /&gt;Pois não há outro além de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Ocupando o Teu lugar, no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Fiz uma aliança contigo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3452434994129312588?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3452434994129312588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/resolvi-sonhar-os-sonhos-de-deus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lado&lt;br /&gt;pegava-me em seus braços&lt;br /&gt;enxugava-me com a toalha&lt;br /&gt;e afagava meu cansaço &lt;br /&gt;apresentava-me às pessoas toda sorridente,&lt;br /&gt;via de seus olhos lágrimas de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Até que aos poucos me senti querida, &lt;br /&gt;Amado e protegida... &lt;br /&gt;Hoje fico contente&lt;br /&gt;por ver tanta gente &lt;br /&gt;que me abraça&lt;br /&gt;e neste dia me deseja&lt;br /&gt;Um feliz aniversário...&lt;br /&gt;Desde então já venho agradecer&lt;br /&gt;a minha querida família que esteve presente&lt;br /&gt;nesse dia,a meus belíssimos&lt;br /&gt;amigos que vibraram comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Que conseguiram me emocionar.&lt;br /&gt;Amo amar vocês!!!&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez lhes digo&lt;br /&gt;MUITOO OBRIGADA!&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-9146441550594505552?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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para que vocês,nós,possamos aprender &lt;br /&gt;por onde começar,e devemos também saber que o mesmo é&lt;br /&gt;o que levaremos para toda vida...Sucesso!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1875908472503752468?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1875908472503752468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/essencial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1875908472503752468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1875908472503752468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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você!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso segurar-lhe a mão&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso falar-lhe ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Não posso estar a seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso ler seu desabafo&lt;br /&gt;E sabe,por quê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu gosto de você!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  P/Ru...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2853662470331835260?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2853662470331835260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-meu-amigo-virtualque-ja-mora-no.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2853662470331835260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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nossa coragem.&lt;br /&gt; E nosso amor&lt;br /&gt; Vai até onde&lt;br /&gt; Nos damos de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A simplicidade&lt;br /&gt; Surpreende&lt;br /&gt; E a realidade&lt;br /&gt; Nos cobra&lt;br /&gt; O que se aprende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Alexandre Mohor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1994869482804692877?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1994869482804692877/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/aprendizado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1994869482804692877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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referindo apenas aos que morrem,&lt;br /&gt;mais a todos que de alguma forma,nos &lt;br /&gt;deixam prematuramente,andes de estarmos &lt;br /&gt;preparados.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo que se muda para longe,&lt;br /&gt;um namoro interrompido abruptamente,&lt;br /&gt;e até mesmo um ente querido que se vai,&lt;br /&gt;sempre provoca em nós uma sensação de vazio.&lt;br /&gt;E por que isso? Por que sofremos tanto mesmo &lt;br /&gt;sabendo que estas perdas ou partidas inesperadas&lt;br /&gt;são inerentes a vida,e que portanto,não podemos&lt;br /&gt;controlá-las?&lt;br /&gt;Não saberia responder com precisão a pergunta&lt;br /&gt;a cima,mais,o que me parece mais coerente é&lt;br /&gt;que nunca estaremos prontos para nos acostumarmos &lt;br /&gt;com a falta dos que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Não saberíamos responder com precisão a &lt;br /&gt;Pergunta acima, mas, o que me parece mais&lt;br /&gt;Coerente é que nunca estaremos prontos&lt;br /&gt;Para nos acostumarmos com a falta dos que&lt;br /&gt;Amamos. Por mais que saibamos que a &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer instante eles nos faltarão, temos&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a predisposição em acreditarmos que&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos ama nunca nos trairia, nos&lt;br /&gt;Privando de seu afeto, carinho e amor.&lt;br /&gt;Ledo engano. São justamente aqueles que&lt;br /&gt;Amamos que mais nos machucam com suas&lt;br /&gt;Partidas inesperadas. Vão-se sem aviso&lt;br /&gt;Prévio e nos levam a felicidade, a fé na vida,&lt;br /&gt;O equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer então?Não amarmos?Não nos&lt;br /&gt;Permitir gostar de alguém pelo simples&lt;br /&gt;Fato de que seremos mais cedo ou mais&lt;br /&gt;Tarde, deixados para trás na vida, entregues&lt;br /&gt;Às nossas angustias e remorsos por não &lt;br /&gt;Termos dito tudo ou feito o suficiente por eles?&lt;br /&gt;Creio que não. Se há algo na vida que mais&lt;br /&gt;Nos trás felicidade é sabermos que somos&lt;br /&gt;Queridos e não seria honesto nos privarmos&lt;br /&gt;De tal sentimento por covardia. &lt;br /&gt;Um amor de pai e mãe, o carinho de um&lt;br /&gt;Amigo ou afeto de uma relação a dois deve&lt;br /&gt;Sempre se sobrepujar ao medo da perda.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele é inevitável, o sentimento, não.&lt;br /&gt;Devem ser exercitados todos os dias de&lt;br /&gt;Nossas breves vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Ele é o que nos move, nos da o chão para&lt;br /&gt;Que possamos caminhar pela vida com a &lt;br /&gt;Certeza de que,haja o que houver,teremos &lt;br /&gt;Sempre alguém com quem contar, que nos&lt;br /&gt;Apoiará mesmo nos momentos em que não&lt;br /&gt;Tenhamos razão.&lt;br /&gt;Esta, meus amigos, deve ser a maior lição&lt;br /&gt;Deixada pelos que partem sem nos avisar.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-nos que devemos sempre curtir&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que amamos com a intensidade &lt;br /&gt;Proporcional a brevidade de uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque,quando nos faltarem,saberemos&lt;br /&gt;Que amamos e fomos amados, que demos&lt;br /&gt;E recebemos todo carinho esperado, que&lt;br /&gt;Construímos um sentimento que nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;Perda poderá apagar. Este sentimento &lt;br /&gt;Transcende o espaço e o tempo, não se &lt;br /&gt;Limita ao contato físico.&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se parte de nós, impregnado em &lt;br /&gt;Nossa alma, nos confortando nos dias &lt;br /&gt;Difíceis, sendo cúmplices de nossas vitorias &lt;br /&gt;Pessoais, norteando nossa conduta, nos&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo sentir eternamente amados.&lt;br /&gt;Que me perdoem os físicos, mas, neste &lt;br /&gt;Caso acredito sim que dois corpos&lt;br /&gt;Podem ocupar o mesmo lugar no espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Basta que permitamos sentir a presença&lt;br /&gt;Dos que amamos dentro de nós, como se&lt;br /&gt;Fosse parte de nossa alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só assim seremos inteiros.&lt;br /&gt;“Aqueles que amamos nunca morrem,&lt;br /&gt;“apenas partem antes de nós”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5516092481097651638?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5516092481097651638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/perdasamigosequilibrio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5516092481097651638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5516092481097651638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/perdasamigosequilibrio.html' title='Perdas...Amigos...Equilíbrio!!!'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-1200474149359812423</id><published>2010-01-17T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:33:31.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esse é o seu grande dia (Parabéns) ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S1PILhrbqaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZGcmbtBKfXY/s1600-h/OgAAALDf5rknc7WwgvBDkaSacjcEJgNtHZCfAi7GVEFrr-g4Xl6JDf-1TU7dbdXXhiu5WOC3oRgEYOLefFNLfmHY_eYAm1T1UJaKuHAarP_cBk_QQWUdJ6SAbpA2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S1PILhrbqaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZGcmbtBKfXY/s320/OgAAALDf5rknc7WwgvBDkaSacjcEJgNtHZCfAi7GVEFrr-g4Xl6JDf-1TU7dbdXXhiu5WOC3oRgEYOLefFNLfmHY_eYAm1T1UJaKuHAarP_cBk_QQWUdJ6SAbpA2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427902076256233890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje o dia amanhece sorrindo.O sol nem nasceu &lt;br /&gt;ao certo mais está ansioso pra te dar um calor&lt;br /&gt;especial.&lt;br /&gt;Ao abrir tua janela,sentirás o abraço do vento,&lt;br /&gt;e com certeza,em algum lugar,as flores vão sorrir&lt;br /&gt;para você.&lt;br /&gt;Que linda é a vida,e...Para que melhor de que nós&lt;br /&gt;mesma sabermos o quanto é importante viver e fazer &lt;br /&gt;parte da vida de alguém.Alguém que se importa e&lt;br /&gt;compreende,alguém com quem você pode contar sempre&lt;br /&gt;pois tem um coração amoroso e generoso,capaz&lt;br /&gt;de valorizar a si mesmo e aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a Deus o privilegio de neste lindo dia&lt;br /&gt;amanhecer celebrando tua existência,pois sua amizade &lt;br /&gt;significa mais do que palavras possam dizer,pois&lt;br /&gt;uma grande amizade abençoa o dia que temos &lt;br /&gt;para viver.&lt;br /&gt;Que Deus te abençoe minha querida amiga irmã,com&lt;br /&gt;paz,saúde e alegria...E mesmo nos momentos difíceis&lt;br /&gt;e inevitáveis,você possa contar com ele que é o&lt;br /&gt;verdadeiro amigo de todas as horas,e se os degraus&lt;br /&gt;da vida tiverem difíceis de subir,segura na mão&lt;br /&gt;dele que com certeza encontraras força para &lt;br /&gt;prosseguir.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns minha amiga super irmã,estaremos juntas para &lt;br /&gt;comemorar esse grande lindo dia.Felicidades meu amorr!&lt;br /&gt; JANIELY&lt;br /&gt; Vamos comemorar!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1200474149359812423?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1200474149359812423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/esse-e-o-seu-grande-dia-parabens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1200474149359812423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1200474149359812423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/esse-e-o-seu-grande-dia-parabens.html' title='Esse é o seu grande dia (Parabéns) ;)'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S1PILhrbqaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/ZGcmbtBKfXY/s72-c/OgAAALDf5rknc7WwgvBDkaSacjcEJgNtHZCfAi7GVEFrr-g4Xl6JDf-1TU7dbdXXhiu5WOC3oRgEYOLefFNLfmHY_eYAm1T1UJaKuHAarP_cBk_QQWUdJ6SAbpA2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-8507299553099413047</id><published>2010-01-15T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T15:55:23.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irmão Lazáro(enquete)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S1D9f2-q9rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9BMaeOdkBuY/s1600-h/laz%C3%A1ro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S1D9f2-q9rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/9BMaeOdkBuY/s320/laz%C3%A1ro.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427116274757596850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lázaro começou sua carreira aos dezoito anos quando comprou seu primeiro violão. Poucos meses depois já estava nos palcos tocando contra-baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou pela banda Terceiro Mundo, Banda Cão de Raça, Tocou nas noites em bares e boates e finalmente passou pela Banda Olodum onde conseguiu emplacar a canção I miss her (melô do pom pom pom), musica de grande sucesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas curvas perigosas da vida, Lázaro colidiu com as drogas, e entre os destroços do que restou, a mão de DEUS veio em seu socorro e hoje Lázaro louva ao senhor grato por tão grande misericórdia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irmão Lázaro, como é agora conhecido, foi muito famoso no Olodum,&lt;br /&gt;quando emplacou o hit I miss her (o melô do pom pom pom),&lt;br /&gt;mas antes disso tocou em bares e passou por mais 2 ou 3 bandas na Bahia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, Lázaro é um homem de Deus, conheceu Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;essas coisas que algumas pessoas usam para virarem ex-drogados&lt;br /&gt;com orgulho – sim, Lázaro já foi drogado, como consta&lt;br /&gt;no próprio site dele. Agora suas músicas são todas dedicadas&lt;br /&gt;à clientela evangélica, que cresce a cada dia no Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses são retratos e relatos de quem, um dia, estivera morto e revivera.&lt;br /&gt;À semelhança de seu homônimo bíblico, Lázaro, que um dia&lt;br /&gt;renascera das trevas da morte para a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Esse é Antônio Lázaro Silva. Ou como queiram, &lt;br /&gt;Irmão Lázaro.&lt;br /&gt;Em decisão maior de meus leitores que votaram em minha enquete,escolheram ele &lt;br /&gt;como melhor cantor gospel,de acordo com o o que foi posto no mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;e com 60% dos votos Lazáro ganhou destaque...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-8507299553099413047?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8507299553099413047/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/irmao-lazaroenquete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/8507299553099413047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Propósito!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S0vrUxYxU3I/AAAAAAAAALo/x06K-dFstDs/s1600-h/Toda%2Blonga%2Bcaminhada%2Bcome%25C3%25A7a%2Bcom%2Bum%2Bsimples%2Bpasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/S0vrUxYxU3I/AAAAAAAAALo/x06K-dFstDs/s320/Toda%2Blonga%2Bcaminhada%2Bcome%25C3%25A7a%2Bcom%2Bum%2Bsimples%2Bpasso.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425688918185038706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diante de mim abre-se um clarão,&lt;br /&gt;onde percebo meu desejo de entrar,&lt;br /&gt;lá devem está as respostas esperadas.&lt;br /&gt;Deste lado só vejo a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;pelo qual não desejo entrar,somente me afastar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me encontraras na contra mão,&lt;br /&gt;pois eu sigo de luz a dentro sem volta,&lt;br /&gt;na certeza das decisões tomadas,&lt;br /&gt;mais assim vou seguindo em frente segurando&lt;br /&gt;minha mão,prosseguindo na estrada&lt;br /&gt;a caminhar.&lt;br /&gt;Levarei comigo a saudade,desse pareço não me libertar.&lt;br /&gt;Também parece não ser minha vontade.&lt;br /&gt;De estrada a fora encontro a felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;não ah subestimo&lt;br /&gt;me ponho a entrar.E assim de mãos dadas comigo&lt;br /&gt;vou andando sem direção,na esperança de &lt;br /&gt;um outro dia chegar...&lt;br /&gt;Nessa luz que não recuei ao ter que entrar&lt;br /&gt;vejo algo que me põe muita duvida,não sei &lt;br /&gt;o que devo fazer nesse exato momento,se entro&lt;br /&gt;ou se volto tudo de novo,para começar em outro &lt;br /&gt;caminho,mais a vontade é ainda mais forte&lt;br /&gt;do que eu possa imaginar,é uma decisão difícil,&lt;br /&gt;mais quero encarar.Daí me vem &lt;strong&gt;uma outra decisão,&lt;br /&gt;não quero deixar aquelas pessoas especias para traz,&lt;br /&gt;então fasso um pedido,para que venham &lt;/strong&gt;comigo...E&lt;br /&gt;assim fico a pensar e...repensar.Mas não posso&lt;br /&gt;parar,não vou parar,são tantas coisas reservadas&lt;br /&gt;nesse momento para mim...Como ei de recusar?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero,não da pra voltar...Já caminhei&lt;br /&gt;tão longe por tão pouco tempo...Mais não abro &lt;br /&gt;mão de esperar uma resposta,que me ajude &lt;br /&gt;a entrar por esse outro caminho,por onde construirei&lt;br /&gt;novas histórias,novos objetivos,novos sonhos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3507137721965586849?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3507137721965586849/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/proposito.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-3924952381690796903</id><published>2010-01-01T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:06:30.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reveillon nota $1.0000</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Primeiramente quero agradecer ao pai do céu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Agradecer por tamanha graça *por ter cido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;uma virada de ano de realizações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Melhor reveillon de toda minha vida...Eu,meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pais,irmã e cunhado.Na orla de atalaia,foi onde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;passamos o ano novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Bom chegando la fomos passear pela orla,até que resolvemos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;parar em algum restaurante,mais uma coisa que não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sabíamos era que as mesas do restaurante teriam que ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;compradas,ou seja,teria que pagar pra sentar e usufruir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;daquele lugar.Seguimos por mais alguns estantes e paramos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;enfim...Entre uma conversa e outra muitas risadas demos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;recordamos algumas coisas que aconteceram em minha infância,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;recordamos alguns passos que demos em nossa jornada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tudo indo muito bem até então,mais a hora parecia não chegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;estava ansiosa para a virada do ano,queria ver aqueles fogos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;anunciando um ano que se iniciava,ver as pessoas vibrando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As horas vão passando ...a hora se adianta...11h 23s...Fomos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;na praia,tirei minha sandália dos pés e o segurei.Seguimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;com passos curtos,curtindo todo aquele momento,todas aquelas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;com o sorriso estampado no rosto...E mais em frente seguimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;paramos em uma tenda eletronica...Muita gente dançando no ritmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;da musica,mais também tinham aqueles que não seguiam o ritmokkk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ficamos la por alguns instante.Logo depois a hora se aproximou e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fomos para perto da agua para ter uma visão melhor dos fogos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Contagem regreciva...10,9,8,7,6,5...FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Todos vibraram...Os fogos formavam desenhos no céu,muito lindo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;trazia uma energia boa de uma longa caminhada que teremos que seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pulei,gritei,rir,abracei,beijei(No rostokkk),cantei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;desejei feliz ano novo,mentalmente agradeci a Jesus por tudo e por mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;um ano,e em uma fração de segundos pensei em meus amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;queria muito ter eles naquele momento em meu lado para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;vibrarmos juntos...Muita gente naquele momento correram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;para o mar,pulavam 7 ondinhas,ofereciam flores,perfumes...Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nada disso eu acredito,mais enfim cada um é cada um.Por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;alguns segundos firmei meus olhos naquele mar lindo e imenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sentindo o vento que vem de Deus,e falei pra mim mesma: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;EU ESTOU ONDE EU REALMENTE QUERIA ESTAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;VOU DEIXAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A LUZ BRILHAR EM MIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E assim depois de tantas e tantas emoções,seguimos para ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o show que estava tendo...Depois fomos a um restaurante,detalhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;seus preços eram lá em cima(R$500,00 R$400,00 menor preço r$50,00 kkk) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mais fazer oque né,era dia de festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E por fim depois de tudo e de todas as coisas vividas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nesse dia resolvi da uma nota ao meu ano novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Reveillon nota 1.0000"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3924952381690796903?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3924952381690796903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/reveillon-nota-10000.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3924952381690796903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3924952381690796903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/reveillon-nota-10000.html' title='Reveillon nota $1.0000'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5640071942306837450</id><published>2009-12-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:10:34.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>***Feliz ano novo***</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se a vida fosse um conto de fadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; eu faria um pedido ao gênio da lâmpada para todos vocês... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mas a vida é real e isso é ainda melhor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;porque não vou precisar de uma lâmpada mágica para pedir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ao Pai do Céu aquilo que meu coração deseja para os meus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E um pedido, um único pedido eu vou fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; É verdade, a idéia talvez seja original, mas não é minha, infelizmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Copiei essa idéia de um rei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Peço a Deus que no próximo ano dê a cada um de vocês:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sabedoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Adquirindo sabedoria, vocês automaticamente receberão todas as outras coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Desejo, então que sejam sábios para:- se vestirem com a beleza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; dos lírios dos campos;- possuírem o suficiente para que sejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; cobertas todas as vossas necessidades, mas nõo o bastante para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; que pensem que não precisem de ninguém guardarem a fé mesmo nas provações em dificuldades, nunca pensarem que é o fim do caminho na felicidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; nunca se esquecerem de agradecer no amor, que sejam voluntários na dor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que sejam solidários em tempos de guerra, que a Paz possa reinar interiormente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; na amizade serem grandes e verdadeiros que vossas mãos sejam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; suficientemente quentes para, segurando a mão do próximo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; aquecerem o mundo numa grande corrente de amor nunca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pensarem que a felicidade é utopia nunca desacreditarem que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; o amor vence barreiras nunca se esquecerem de que temos um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Pai que jamais vai nos abandonar e que essa sabedoria possa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;estar presente cada minuto pelo resto, não do ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mas da vida inteira de cada um!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Faço aqui um brinde a todos vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tenham um sábio Ano Novo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a name="633006176194458501"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5640071942306837450?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5640071942306837450/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-novo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5640071942306837450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5640071942306837450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='***Feliz ano novo***'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-6218396184492565113</id><published>2009-12-30T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:00:09.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balanço do final do ano de 2009***</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Presenciamos mais um ano que se fecha em nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; e cabe-nos analisar, avaliar e refletir o que foi ganho e o que foi perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; De pronto, podemos dizer em relação à nossa própria vida, que foi ganho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pois aqui estamos, uns perante outros, e a Vida é sempre uma dádiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Decerto, nem tudo foram flores no decorrer do ano de 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sempre há perdas, e há anos em que estas são extremamente dolorosas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;principalmente quando envolve doença grave ou morte na família, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ou mesmo de alguma pessoa amiga.2009, como outros anos que se foram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; teve o seu preço e a sua conta em cada uma de nossas vidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; mas não podemos ser insensatos em deixar de analisar também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; os muitos lados positivos! Se vamos chorar as perdas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;principalmente por questão de morte de alguma pessoa querida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que o façamos sem pudor, mas também temos que sorrir e alegrar-nos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; pela presença dos outros familiares e amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não podemos nos deixar arrastar na direção de uma depressão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;por mais amor que tenhamos em relação ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Ente que já não nos privilegia com a sua presença física.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Ao amarmos este Ente, por amor, este sobreviverá através&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; do nosso próprio sentimento, no fundo de nossas almas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Estamos no final de 2009! Ao longo deste ano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;muitos amigos e familiares encontram-se presente em nossas vidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Quantos amigos tivemos a graça de reencontrar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;quantos abraços puderam se repetir, quantos sorrisos foram e são possíveis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Também com essas mesmas pessoas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tivemos os nossos momentos de dar ou receber o apoio fraterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não podemos esquecer as novas amizades que surgiram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; e as amizades velhas que se fortaleceram e se solidificaram ainda mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Resolvi escrever este breve “balanço”, e assumi comigo mesmo só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;enviá-lo às pessoas realmente significativas em minha vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;desde os familiares aos amigos mais queridos!Sem dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; há amigos que nos são mais dedicados do que alguns familiares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; principalmente quando se trata de família com muitos membros, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;onde muitas vezes, não surge a oportunidade de se estreitar laços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Considero uma dádiva poder rever amizades que vão atravessando anos e anos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;São amigos que se misturam ao afeto familiar com muita força, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e às vezes, com o mesmo valor!2009 começa a sua despedida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;com o seu “caráter” próprio, com a sua história particular de perdas e ganhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vem aí 2010 com a sua história tão personalíssima e caprichosa quanto o foi 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Virão aí novas surpresas, algumas boas, outras ruins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; mas um ano nunca é igual a qualquer outro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cada vez que pudermos fazer um balanço, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;significa que vencemos aquele ano e estamos prontos para encarar o próximo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Assim, venho manifestar o meu desejo que você tenha um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ano de 2010 muito melhor do que o ano que se encerra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que a sua conta seja muito maior nos ganhos do que nas perdas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Peço apenas que faça uma pequena pausa e avalie toda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; a afetividade que você tem disponível, entre familiares e amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Pense nas pessoas mais queridas e analise o real significado delas em sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Você verá, que apesar dos pesares, 2009 não foi um ano ruim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FELIZ E ABENÇOADO 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-6218396184492565113?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6218396184492565113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;em que é possível sonhar e fazer planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e ter energia bastante para realizá-las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a despeito de todas as dificuldades e obstáculos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida e viver apaixonadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e desfrutar tudo com toda intensidade sem medo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;nem culpa de sentir prazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fase dourada em que a gente pode criar e recriar a vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a nossa própria imagem e semelhança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e vestir-se com todas as cores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e experimentar todos os sabores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e entregar-se a todos os amores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sem preconceito nem pudor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tempo de entusiasmo e coragem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;em que todo o desafio é mais um convite à luta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que a gente enfrenta com toda disposição &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;de tentar algo NOVO, de NOVO e de NOVO, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e quantas vezes for preciso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Essa idade tão fugaz na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e tem a duração do instante que passa&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5155031196139629453?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5155031196139629453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/idade-de-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5155031196139629453'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-516405317536837200</id><published>2009-12-15T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:15:24.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns pelo seu dia,apenas seu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/Syk_zq5hbOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E9WUblSFDac/s1600-h/bg_9935914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415930183811165410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/Syk_zq5hbOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E9WUblSFDac/s320/bg_9935914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Parabéns!!!...Maurício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15/12/2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Confesso que fiquei muito ansiosa...quando decidir usar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as letrinhas das palavras,para te desejar nesse momento importante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de sua vida muitas felicidades...e a realização dos teus sonhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse dia especial a primeira coisa que quero é agradecer a Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por sua existência,e por tu fazer parte de minha vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que saibas que to feliz por ti conhecer,e de compartilharmos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juntos momentos felizes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que...o que...ou quem...nos fez encontrar certamente sabia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que escreveríamos uma historia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que somos felizes...espero que você também se sinta assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que as minhas palavras sejam sempre doces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que no meu pensamento sempre haja o mais puro carinho por você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que no meu coração eu seja sempre eternamente grata,por toda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;esta ternura que dedicas a mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje e sempre te desejo um vida cheia de amor...de alegrias e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;realizações...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre receberas de mim algo especial...pois ocupa um grande &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;espaço do meu coração...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E onde eu estiver...não importa tempo ou espaço,continuarei te presenteando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;com meu carinho...no desperta de cada sol...na aparição de cada lua...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na melodia de cada canção...podes contar comigo...com meu carinho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha dedicação...minha compreensão...minha mão amiga...meu abraço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apertado...meu imenso gostar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heiiii! Vamos comemorar....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...com alegria...afinal um ciclo se completa em sua vida,e com fé e esperança muitos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;desses ainda acontecerão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...com tranquilidade...para resolver coisas difíceis da vida que ainda estão &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por vim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...com paz...que é o equilíbrio de nossa alma,pois ainda tens emoções &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para ser vividas e apreciadas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARABÉNS!!! FELICIDADES!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-516405317536837200?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/516405317536837200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/parabens-pelo-seu-diaapenas-seu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/516405317536837200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/516405317536837200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/parabens-pelo-seu-diaapenas-seu.html' title='Parabéns pelo seu dia,apenas seu!'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/Syk_zq5hbOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/E9WUblSFDac/s72-c/bg_9935914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-2149151638320079963</id><published>2009-12-12T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:03:34.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras que chegam fundo em meu S2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*Queria dizer que&lt;br /&gt;*Nosso amor foi como as flores da primavera, a cada dia nascia mais belo&lt;br /&gt;*e poder sentir teu amor&lt;br /&gt;*com um olhar&lt;br /&gt;*um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;*um toque&lt;br /&gt;*um abraço&lt;br /&gt;*um beijo&lt;br /&gt;*um carinho&lt;br /&gt;*foi o que me fez te amar&lt;br /&gt;*começou como um sentimento inocente&lt;br /&gt;*talvez uma simples paixão&lt;br /&gt;*mas depois de tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;*eu percebi que não poderia ser apenas paixão&lt;br /&gt;*era algo muito maior&lt;br /&gt;*era amor.&lt;br /&gt;*O amor que me fez dizer não a pai e mãe&lt;br /&gt;*dizer não a tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;*por você.&lt;br /&gt;*Foram momentos únicos&lt;br /&gt;*que vivi e que não abro mão.&lt;br /&gt;*queria poder escolher em ficar aqui..&lt;br /&gt;*ai poderia ficar mais tempo ao seu lado&lt;br /&gt;*ter você aqui pra passar a mão no meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;*enxugar as lágrimas que sutilmente caem..&lt;br /&gt;*o beijo&lt;br /&gt;*que só você sabe dar..&lt;br /&gt;*queria poder ser livre para amar você.&lt;br /&gt;*mas me sinto tão preso.&lt;br /&gt;*e não vejo outra saída&lt;br /&gt;*sua voz me fascina&lt;br /&gt;*noorsa&lt;br /&gt;*sua beleza&lt;br /&gt;*seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;*são tantas as suas qualidade&lt;br /&gt;*qualidades*&lt;br /&gt;*como posso esquecer algo assim?&lt;br /&gt;*como posso jogar tudo pra cima?&lt;br /&gt;*é algo tão doloroso&lt;br /&gt;*machuca tanto&lt;br /&gt;*que a cada dia que passa, só me deixa mais vulnerável&lt;br /&gt;*descobri que te amei de verdade&lt;br /&gt;*descobri que não consigo esquecer tudo o que vivemos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;*nunca imaginei que poderia ser tão forte&lt;br /&gt;*você me ensinou o verdadeiro sentido da amizade&lt;br /&gt;*e do amor&lt;br /&gt;*o amor&lt;br /&gt;*que tudo suporta.&lt;br /&gt;*mas suportar isso?&lt;br /&gt;*é tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;*ou até impossível&lt;br /&gt;*são dores insuportáveis&lt;br /&gt;*não consigo mais falar ..&lt;br /&gt;*não acredito que tenho que te perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Irei guardar eternamente essas palavras em meu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É impossível não te amar tanto assim,você me traz a paz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que necessito dentro de mim,por isso sou dependente de você...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anjo meu,meu anjo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2149151638320079963?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2149151638320079963/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-4488333436047192190</id><published>2009-12-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:14:42.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem diria! Você?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Realmente o mundo da voltas,só não sabia que eram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;voltas tão bem dadas assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queridos leitores,nessa noite sem ter nada para fazer estava sentada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e muito bem aconchegada no sofá,quando der repente o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;telefone toca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Alô quem fala? -perguntei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Oi! É Victor lembra de mim? É com Dayse que estou falando? -perguntou-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Sim sou eu mesma. -afirmei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E entre uma conversa e outra (detalhe ainda não lembrava quem era)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi que eu comecei a lembrar quem era a suposta pessoa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até então eu estava muito pensativa,até que sua ligação mudou tudo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais também quem diria alguém que eu nunca ouvi nem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se quer a voz ligar assim para mim do nada.E assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;minha alto estima mudou totalmente,fiquei muito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feliz por você está ligando,sendo que nem você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo sabia para que lugar estava ligando,só sabia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que era para mimkkk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei até agora como isso aconteceu,quem diria uma ligação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de Manaus para Aracaju,nossa é um gasto sókkk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais enfim obrigada mesmo por lembrar de mim,você me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fez crer que a distância não é a pesa chave de um relacionamento,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seja ele amigável ou amoroso,mais sim um complemento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que separam os corpos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confesso que adorei mesmo,obrigadão por lembrar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;isso mostra que você gosta muito de mim,sendo que já nos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;conhecemos a tempos,só perdemos o contato um com &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o outro.Ah e eu não poderia deixar de falar sobre teu sotaque,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossa gostei mesmo viu?kkk Perfeito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vou ficando por aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como eu tinha dito anteriormente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigadão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;bjos,tenha otimos dias...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-4488333436047192190?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4488333436047192190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/realmente-o-mundo-da-voltasso-nao-sabia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/4488333436047192190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/4488333436047192190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/realmente-o-mundo-da-voltasso-nao-sabia.html' title='Quem diria! Você?'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-8486614695890066620</id><published>2009-11-30T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:38:57.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esquecido no tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/SxRhgf14JnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2Qv2h5JGyFM/s1600/282718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410056263309993586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/SxRhgf14JnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/2Qv2h5JGyFM/s320/282718.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não queria te machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não queria te deixar triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não queria te "desapontar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mas o que você não percebeu ainda,é que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o nosso romance acabou,e que eu estou em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;outro mundo.Precisei tirar ferias de você,não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;quero dizer que precisava te esquecer,mais da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;um tempo ao tempo,e sem perceber esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;foi mais longo do que pude imaginar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não pedir nada com isso,pelo contrario,obtive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;experiência nova e um amor que acabou fluindo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;em meu coração,um novo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não desejo ver seu lamento,sua tristeza e suas culpas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Na verdade não pude acreditar que você agiu dessa forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;comigo,eu pensava que você já tinha me esquecido,pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;que você estivesse feliz mesmo sem mim.Eh,parece que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;me enganei.Você ainda me ama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Mais me diz uma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;De que adianta ficarmos juntos se &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;já não existe o amor que tanto sonhei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por favor entenda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Será melhor da forma que está e não adianta mais tentar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;não quero voltar ao passado pelo mesmo caminho,nem por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;outros caminhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não posso te pedir para me esquecer,mais quem sabe se eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;te pedir para você me deixar voar seja assim bem melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Por isso me deixe voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Prometo atravessar seu caminho,mais só para te dizer um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oi!!! Tudo bem!!!! Como está você? Ou talvez uma conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mais longa quem sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Então se você ainda me ama,deixe-me ir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Esse foi um amor que esqueci no tempo, e que hoje não tenho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;vontade de sair a procura dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Estarei a te observar no topo da vida...Descobrirei tuas necessidades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;mais sei que algumas das delas não terei a solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Dedicado a uma pessoa que já fez parte de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-8486614695890066620?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8486614695890066620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/esquecido-no-tempo.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/8486614695890066620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/8486614695890066620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/esquecido-no-tempo.html' title='Esquecido no tempo'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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você?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como posso acreditar que não é pra sempre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se em cada palavra sincera,em cada música que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sussurramos juntos,eu enxergo aquela eternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que tantos procuram?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como posso não acreditar em você se o ar que respiramos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é o mesmo,se o motivo dos nossos...Como posso questionar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suas verdades...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente,não consigo não confiar em você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confio minha vida a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confio meus sonhos a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Confio meu mundo a você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E assim como um pássaro que canta no galho mais tremulo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por confiar em sua habilidade de voar,eu confio em você&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ainda que minha vida virasse de pernas pro ar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu precisaria confiar em você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para assim me encontrar em mim mesma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1367499381075709121?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/Swc-3Le2THI/AAAAAAAAAJg/HTFUzGYx_Rg/s72-c/confian%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5270368825074109473</id><published>2009-11-12T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:20:57.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos que voam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/SvyzLezttQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/52UxtDte8tU/s1600-h/anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403390662767654146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/SvyzLezttQI/AAAAAAAAAJY/52UxtDte8tU/s320/anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uando tudo está indo bem,acontecem coisas que me põe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; para baixo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não sei se essa é a chance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de rever minha vida,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou se são situações normais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que acontece com todo mundo,pelo qual não estou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acostumada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas uma vez o ano vai indo embora deixando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquele gostinho de quero mais...Pessoas tendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ir embora,ou para uma simples viajem,ou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para sempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Continuo aqui nesse mesmo lugar pelo qual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mim foi concedido.Estou muito feliz por isso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho para frente e tento adivinhar o que irá acontecer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no meu amanhã,se vai ser melhor que hoje,ou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vai ser tudo muito calmo,porém normal...E &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enquanto vou pensando,enquanto vou revendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e analisando cada situação.Enquanto isso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o tempo vai passando e ao mesmo tempo traz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um outro amanhecer.Éee...Talvéz sejam pensamentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que voam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas...Quem são? Pra onde vão? E quantos são?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voam em seus destinos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também não sei onde vão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me sinto pesada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São toneladas de pensamentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais apesar dos pensamentos que voam,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tenho uma felicidade independente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;semeio o amor,busco o melhor em &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tudo,não tenho medo de sonhar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fundamento minha fé,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uso palavras com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentindo,dou significado a quem amo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de verdade...Isso é felicidade independente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5270368825074109473?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5270368825074109473/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensamentos-que-voam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/5270368825074109473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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fim trágico da humanidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tempos de guerra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o homem quer buscar a paz aonde ela menos está.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tempos de paz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o homem quer buscar a guerra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De que adianta ter riquezas e bens materiais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se a felicidade é o que menos importa para alguns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;amar virou sinônimo de libertinagem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje em dia está cada vez mais difícil viver em harmonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois o homem só vem dificultando o meio em que vive,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a natureza que é tão suprema em sua íntima beleza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;está sendo alterada pela ignorância do ser humano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O homem quer ser mais poderoso do que Deus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o dinheiro foi colocado como prioridade na vida dos homens,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que pena que o mundo chegou a este ponto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma lástima que o homem morrerá vítima do próprio veneno,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a covardia tomou conta daqueles que eram puros de coração,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas os poucos que ainda existem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivem constantemente numa prisão de medo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;medo de ser livre, medo de viver em paz em um mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dilacerado por discórdias, promiscuidade(convivência chocante de pessoas...),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;destempero por parte dos políticos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e pela tristeza dos infelizes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-7361178759389386520?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem vive sabe que amar é compreender aquilo que o outro sente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe, quem ama, encontra sua felicidade no coração de outrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O olhos vêem o que o coração não pode ver,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas, o coração sente o que os olhos não podem sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bom seria amar e ser amado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gostar e ter quem goste de você de verdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada é mais bonito do que alguém te dar um abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o que você simplesmente faz é retribuir com um sorriso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amar é tão bom para a alma e para si mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É saber aceitar e contribuir para a felicidade de outrem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Felicidade existe quando se entende as diferenças que existem entre nós&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus deu a você o dom de amar, perdoar, sorrir e ser feliz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando sua vida completa um ciclo de convivência de bons momentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saiba que há sempre alguém que te ama verdadeiramente, talvez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta pessoa possa estar ao seu lado, basta que você veja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dê uma chance a quem só te quer bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu podes ser feliz e ao mesmo tempo, fazer a outra pessoa mais feliz ainda,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva com amor e paz, para que no futuro tenha recordações repletas de felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1117669126408786630?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1117669126408786630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-e-esperanca_08.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1117669126408786630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1117669126408786630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-e-esperanca_08.html' title='Amor e esperança!'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor é mais sensível,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Amizade mais segura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor nos dá asas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Amizade o chão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No Amor há mais carinho,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;na Amizade compreensão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Amor é plantado e com carinho cultivado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Amizade vem faceira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e com troca de alegria e tristeza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;torna-se uma grande e querida companheira.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Mas quando o amor é sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ele vem com um grande amigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando a Amizade é concreta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ela é cheia de amor e carinho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando se tem um amigo ou uma grande paixão,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ambos sentimentos coexistem dentro do seu coração.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/William_Shakespeare/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-4806862976264968372?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-1494679431843498709</id><published>2009-11-02T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:14:18.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando em você.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Você está na minha mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;eu preciso de você assim como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;a terra precisa do sol...Como &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;eu preciso da água,como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Adoro ouvi sua voz ao chamar meu nome,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e dizendo que precisa de mim...Ah me sinto muito feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Adoro quando você me diz que precisa ouvi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;minha voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quando me liga para apenas me desejar boa noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ou mesmo bom dia....Ou para perguntar como estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Adoro senti teu abraço,teu perfume,teu carinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ao me tocar.Não me contenho de tão feliz que fico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;És meu universo,meu sonho em pessoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;minha razão de alegria,anjo meu que me guia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;vem e fica aqui,pertinho de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não me deixe sozinha,não me deixe aqui tão sozinha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;você sabe que necessito de sua presença,desse abraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me envolve,que me alivia,que me sustenta,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e me tira da agonia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sabe de uma coisa?Eu nunca vou te perder,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;posso ter medo,mais sei que vai passar,pois&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi Deus que me deu você como meu presente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais valioso...Vou te cuidar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora me despeço anjo meu,deixando aquele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abraço apertado...Bjos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-1494679431843498709?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1494679431843498709/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensando-em-voce.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1494679431843498709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/1494679431843498709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/pensando-em-voce.html' title='Pensando em você.'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-5345023250806998360</id><published>2009-11-01T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:32:22.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Teu anjo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resolvi pedir a Deus&lt;br /&gt;Pra que eu possa te guardar&lt;br /&gt;Ser teu anjo protetor&lt;br /&gt;Te velar e te cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu precisei&lt;br /&gt;Pôs tua vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;Deus permita-me ser teu Anjo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Eu pedi pra Deus gravar&lt;br /&gt;O teu nome em minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Deus foi muito mais além&lt;br /&gt;Te gravou em meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Já não posso mais&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tua vida Deus transplantou em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Há um Anjo aqui que intercede por ti&lt;br /&gt;Trago um pedaço do céu num olhar pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;Há um Anjo aqui bem pertinho de ti&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar, sou teu Anjo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um Anjo aqui que intercede por ti&lt;br /&gt;Trago um pedaço do céu num olhar pra te dar&lt;br /&gt;Há um Anjo aqui bem pertinho de ti&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar, sou teu Anjo aqui&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar, sou teu Anjo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;  De minha amiga que tanto amo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De:Janieley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sinto teu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo você com todos caprichos,qualidades e etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E você é única e insubstituível!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo você,hoje e sempre!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-467735229051107981?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/467735229051107981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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antes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero pedir um favor a vocês.Tenho um amigo que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gostaria de trazer junto comigo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claro,eles responderam,nós adoraríamos conhecê-lo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há algo que vocês precisam saber antes,continuou o filho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele foi terrivelmente ferido em uma luta.Ele pisou em uma mina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e perdeu um braço e uma perna.O pior é que ele não tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nenhum lugar para morar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nossa!!!Sinto muito ao ouvir isso filho,talvez possamos ajuda-lo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a encontrar algum lugar para morar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não mãe,eu quero que ele venha morar conosco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Filho disse o pai,você não sabe o que está pedindo?Você tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;noção da gravidade do problema?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mãe concordando com o marido reforçou:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém com tantas dificuldades seria um fardo pra gente .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós temos nossas próprias vidas e não queremos que uma coisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como essa interfira no nosso modo de viver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que você poderia voltar para casa e esquecer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;este rapaz,ele encontrará uma maneira de viver por si mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nesse momento o filho bateu o telefone,os pais não ouviram &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais nenhuma palavra dele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguns dias depois,os pais receberam um telefonema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;da policia de São Francisco,informando que o filho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deles havia morrido depois de ter caído de um prédio.A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;policia acreditava em suicidou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os pais angustiados voaram para cidade que o filho se &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;encontrava,e foram levados para o necrotério para&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;identificar o corpo do filho,eles o conheceram,e para seu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terror,descobriram algo que desconhecia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O filho deles tinha apenas uma perna e um braço"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está noite,antes de dormir,façamos uma prece a Deus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedindo a ele que nos auxilie a aceitar as pessoas como &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;elas são,e ajudar a compreender aqueles que são&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;diferentes de nós.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um milagre chamado "amizade",que mora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em nossos corações,mais você não sabe como acontece&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou surge,mas esse sentimento aflora e você percebe que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que a amizade é o presente mais precioso de Deus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje do seu lado pode ter alguém que você apenas cumprimentava,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e essa pessoa pode ta querendo lhe contar a sua vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;seus sonhos,seus deslizes ou simplesmente suas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;qualidades e defeitos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vá até essa pessoa e bata um papo com ela,talvez &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nessa conversa você ganhe um novo amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-27457246331873067?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/27457246331873067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/27457246331873067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/27457246331873067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão =/'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-3072420217684071204</id><published>2009-10-23T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:32:12.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violência nas escolas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje procurando algo de bom para assistir na TV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;deparei-me com uma matéria do jornal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde abordava vários temas,entre eles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;estava abordando a trágica e lamentável&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;situação da "Violência nas escolas",nesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;momento parei e prestei atenção ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que era exposto para os telespectadores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fico a mim perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Na onde vamos parar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A grave crise que atinge as escolas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;é cada vez mais um desafio para os educadores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e pelo que tenho reparado,esse mau só tem se regenerado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não se sabe quando a mesma irá acabar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acredito que a educação e os bons modos já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;vem de casa.Tem pais que acham que o importante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;é que os seus filhos frequentem uma escola e que seja alguém &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;na vida,mais o que eles sabem,mas que parecem não enxerga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;é que a educação não depende só disso,depende também do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que é passado para eles,depende de conversa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;da presença dos pais na vida de seus filhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;da presença na escola para saber como o aluno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;está se comportando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Algo que chega ser frustrante e lamentável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; é que muitos professores(grandes educadores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;são dependentes de substancias químicas,e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tudo isso por conta dos maus alunos que fazem dessas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pessoas as mais perturbadas,não tendo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;capacidade de dormi direito,sendo frustradas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chegando ao ponto de desistir da profissão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;acabando com seu sonho de tornar pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de pouca informação,grandes profissionais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Não há medidas ou soluções magicas,mas depende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;também da postura daqueles que sofrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;todo e qualquer manifesto de violência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;para tanto é preciso que denunciem toda e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;qualquer manifestação de violência nesse sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cabe igualmente às instituições escolares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;adotarem uma postura que implique na mudança escolar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É mais que urgente que escola e sociedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;desenvolvam mecanismo para tau situação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3072420217684071204?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou completamente verdadeira,onde tudo é motivo de recordações.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade é algo constante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;algo interessante...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;algo muito inexplicável...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tolerável e notável...Mais sabe-se que muita gente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda não sabe o significado da amizade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as vezes por não da importância a mesma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Amizade é calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É contentar-se mesmo estando descontente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E em meio a uma grande multidão ela não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;é esquecida nem tão pouco rejeitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uma amizade verdadeira não está disponível em vitrinis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pois surgem do nada,mais não é do nada que elas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saem de nossas vidas,ou talvéz nem saia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É um mistério que somente os que amam sabem entender,.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É como uma criança linda em sua inocente pureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Claro as vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pode até doer,mais no refletir você verás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que só te fez crescer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...e um lindo amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-5435871419302151369?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pais,mãe e irmãos de mau.,foram essas pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que entre muitos também presenciaram esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;grande momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chegando lá a primeira coisa que fiz foi procurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mau.,e não o encontrei,tive que entrar mesmo sem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ele(no circo),mas deu tudo certo sem contar que fiquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;desesperada pq achei que poderíamos não nos encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mais como disse anteriormente,deu tudo certo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Teve de tudo,ou quase tudo,mais foi ilário,cada parte teve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;suas emoções e reações diferentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Entre todas as atrações teve também a dos animais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e vou confessar que adorei,como por exemplo os cavalos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dançavam tango,funk entre outras coisas.Para tudo!Gente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;vou pegar umas aulinhas com aquelas "beldades",cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;movimento feito por eles era mais que demais...E o elefante!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;paaraaa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ele sabia até tocar gaita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;,gente nem eu sei tocarkkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O camelo,hummm metido fazia cada posekkk.Agora mudando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de assunto.GLOBO DA MORTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;caraaaca queridos leitores como sempre foi muito fantástico,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;amei...Eu e mau. ficamos muito impressionados e maravilhados com tamanha cena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; outras pessoas que estavam lá e também tiveram essa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mesma reação,resumindo foi tudo muito bom,e na presença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;das pessoas que amo foi melhor ainda,não poderia ser melhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sem contar que Felipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; irmão de mau.,toda hora dizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que queria uma mini pizzakkk,fez me rir.De lá segui para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;o restaurante e mau.,seguiu com sua mãe e irmãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meus queridos leitores vou ficando por aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mais se quiser conferir é só ir também,aposto que vcs vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;amar.Há já ea esquecer de comentar sobre os palhaçoskkk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;não precisa nem dizer né?Muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E aquela dancinha de um dos palhaços foi tão engraçadokkk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gente eu e mau.,aprendemos aquela dancinha...adooroooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Obs.:só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; não tem foto pq era proibido,mais a gente perdo&lt;/span&gt;a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-7698969283949529297?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7698969283949529297/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/vale-apena-conferircirco.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7698969283949529297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/7698969283949529297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/vale-apena-conferircirco.html' title='Vale apena conferir(circo).'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-2789757998386470456</id><published>2009-10-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:31:14.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora vamos em fente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seu rosto claro e cansado,procurando um amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;onde tudo se encaixe.Mim procurou por vários&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dias,acreditou em si,em mim,e não desistiu de viver um &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grande amor,fomos felizes,brincamos,choramos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quando tinha que chorar,cantamos,pulamos,interpretamos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;duas crianças,porém crescidas,e assim se resume &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que ficou pra traz(amor).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje me vejo em outro mundo,totalmente diferente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do seu,tenho a capacidade de ver a felicidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mais não em você),pular(mais não com você),gritar(não com você)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chorar(mais não do seu lado)cantar(mais não pra você),brincar(só que...sem você),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a assim vou vivendo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aprendi muita coisa com você,mas agora não tenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais o interesse de te procurar,te pedi que me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sustente em seus braços,e que ouça o meu "lamento"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora ouça,vá em frente e não olhe para traz,não quero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que fique triste,não chore ou se quiser chore,mais lembre-se,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada mais faz sentido.Talvez nosso mundo nunca tenha girado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;em torno um do outro,mais o que fazer né?Era simplesmente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo motivo de estarmos amando.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lidar com você nunca foi tão difícil,até pq éramos duas crianças&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lindas quando nos conhecemos,então isso nos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;facilitou muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na verdade não quero te ver longe de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas quero ser sua amiga como sempre fomos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero poder contar com você,e quero que conte comigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para tudo,pois se existe uma pessoa que quer ver seu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;susseso sou eu,sua felicidade,e em meio as dificuldades &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero está do seu lado,te apoiar e dizer ao pé da letra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que não fique triste, abaixo de Deus eu estarei sempre do seu lado.Te admiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pela sua capacidade,seu jeito de conversa,interpretar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e lidar com as situações do dia-a-dia,continue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brilhando,e não esqueça,melhore sempre,não sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que puder,pq pode não ter tempo para reparar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos erros.Pense sempre no que você pode fazer pra &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;melhorar,para fazer alguém ser mais feliz,até mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pelo seu crescimento como pessoa,e não poupe nisso não.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Agora me despeço,meus olhos já estão cansados,porém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;exaustos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenha otimos dias!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2789757998386470456?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2789757998386470456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/agora-vamos-em-fente.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2789757998386470456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2789757998386470456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/agora-vamos-em-fente.html' title='Agora vamos em fente...'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StfT1ZcOAWI/AAAAAAAAAII/aWrFcFntRtY/s320/OgAAAP5qdJCIoVlRrSXEpSpxzZ3NSPX1z8DMCNQBekIbtNGogIhy1jUEGsbqicZIwJFJTD3lJfzPs6L58YDzsrLnx6cAm1T1UDtnpp_Wpzi8fRfYXI_S9AaGkyeJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meus Amigos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Existem pessoas em nossas vidas que nos deixam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;felizes pelo simples fato de terem cruzado o &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nosso caminho...Algumas percorrem ao nosso lado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vendo muitas luas passarem, mas outras apenas vemos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre um passo e outro. A todas elas chamamos de amigo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há muitos tipos de amigos. Talvez, cada folha &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;de uma árvore caracterize um deles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O primeiro que nasce do broto é o amigo pai e o amigo mãe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mostram o que é ter vida. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depois, vem o amigo irmão, com quem dividimos o nosso espaço &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que ele floresça como nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passamos a conhecer toda a família de folhas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a qual respeitamos e desejamos o bem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas o destino nos apresenta outros amigos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os quais não sabíamos que iam cruzar o nosso caminho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitos desses denominados amigos do peito,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do coração são sinceros, são verdadeiros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabem quando não estamos bem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabem o que nos faz felizes...Às vezes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;um desses amigos do peito estala o nosso coração e, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;então, é chamado de amigo namorado(a).Esse (a) dá &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;brilho aos nossos olhos música aos nossos lábios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pulos aos nossos pés.Mas também há aqueles amigos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por um tempo, talvez umas férias ou mesmo um dia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou uma hora. Esses costumam colocar muitos sorrisos na nossa face, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;durante o tempo que estamos por perto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falando em perto, não podemos esquecer dos amigos distantes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aqueles que ficam nas pontas dos galhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas quando o vento sopra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sempre aparecem novamente entre uma folha e outra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tempo passa, o verão se vai, o outono se aproxima, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e perdemos algumas de nossas folhas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algumas nascem num outro verão e outras permanecem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por muitas estações. Mas o que nos deixa mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feliz é que as que caíram continuam por perto, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;continuam alimentando a nossa raiz com alegria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lembranças de momentos maravilhosos enquanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cruzavam com o nosso caminho. Desejo a você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;folha da minha árvore, Paz, Amor, Saúde, Sucesso, Prosperidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje e Sempre... simplesmente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque:Cada pessoa que passa em nossa vida é única.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouco de nós. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há os que levam muito, mas NÃO há os que não deixam nada. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é a maior responsabilidade de nossa vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a prova evidente de que duas almas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não se encontram POR ACASO!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-8137247563070239716?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8137247563070239716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;normal como qualquer dia,ou como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;quase todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Manhã fui ao dentista.obs:mudar meu aparelho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(tudo muito normal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tarde fui ao colégio,assim como todas as tardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;essa também foi otima,mais tudo que é bom dura pouco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;talvés quase sempre,mais essa não deixou a desejar não,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e em um certo momento da minha tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;senti "ciúme" sabe daqueles bestas.Mas ciúmes é ciúmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e não tem como negar,mais até ai eu pude me superar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;e prosseguir esse dia que a mim Deus concedeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Noite tranquila,aqui de frente ao meu parceiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;de todas as horas,ou não,de quase todas as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;horas,(computador)mais somos grandes aliadoskkk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;E aqui acaba meu dia,na verdade faltam apenas algumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;horas pra isso,e mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;agradeço ao meu pai do céu por tudo e muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boa noite!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-521534156519670026?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O milagre vai acontecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posso ver as promessas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo liberadas sobre mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sendo liberadas sobre mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje o meu milagre vai chegar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vou crer, não vou dúvidar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O preço que foi pago, ali na Cruz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me dá vitória, nesta hora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tua morte, Tua cruz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teu sangue derramado no calvário&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está selado, foi consumado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu vivo hoje livre do pecado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo as promessas dos milagres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-8780127448226252482?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8780127448226252482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/milagre-andre-valadao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-6668318894765411439</id><published>2009-10-15T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:37:27.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os minutos vão passando lentamente,sinto falta de você...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma pessoa tão especial,que invadiu minha vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu mundo e de repente fez dele seu próprio dono.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece que quanto mais perto fico de você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais tenho a certeza de que sem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;você será uma missão mais que difícil,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando fecho os olhos logo me vem você na mente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;parece que nada mais existe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sua ausência vai me fazer sofrer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se eu pudesse não deixaria você seguir,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais se assim for melhor pra você e sua família&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;então vou tentar aceitar sem te implorar que não...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero sempre estar contigo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e poder viver todos os meus momentoscom você,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sem se preocupar com o amanhã,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;você é e sempre será minha paixãozinha,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nada nesse mundo vai nos separar só Deus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais sei que ele realmente não quer que isso aconteça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso vou te dedicar até o fim dos meus dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As vezes temos os nossos problemas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais hoje vejo que nada vale a pena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e o que quero hoje é aproveitar cada minuto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se fosse o ultimo de nossas vidas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais sei que teremos ainda muitas felicidades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muitos motivos de risadas,muitas de nossas brincadeiras,com ou sem noçãokkk &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e tudo que nos convém.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim nunca esqueça que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;te amo te amo te amo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicado ao meu amigo Maurício.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-6668318894765411439?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6668318894765411439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-minutos-vao-passando-lentamentesinto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/6668318894765411439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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garota...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tão especial é janiely,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;faz meu dia brilhar commais intensidade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e quando estou perto de time sinto feliz e segura.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sua amizade é mais que demais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero estar sempre ao seu lado para&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivermos lindos momentos de uma grande amizade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabe nina,ter te conhecido foi tão importante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quantoa minha própria vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e melhor ainda foipoder vivermos lindos momentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossas saídas sempre divertidas,nossas conversas com e sem noção,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e tudo isso se torna um conjunto de recordações alegres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dificuldades?sim passamos...Desentendimentos?as vezes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas nada disso vai mudar o que sinto por você.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cada dia que se passa vou vendo que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nossa amizade vem crescendo ainda mais,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e vem se tornando aindamais intensa,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;claro já somos velhas amigas não te conheço de agora,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso digo que nada que eu disser aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vai expressar ao máximo do que você representa pra mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais vou tentando da melhor forma possível,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero que saibas que amo sua companhia e quero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;contigo sempre estar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por isso vamos juntas construir lindas histórias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e no final que tudo possa se tornar perfeito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enfim, parabéns por ser essa garota que você é,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tão alegre e dedicada entre outras qualidades.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te amo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;além do mais"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te dedico" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2939979826363886817?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2939979826363886817/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/voce-que-e-mais-que-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2939979826363886817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2939979826363886817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/voce-que-e-mais-que-especial.html' title='Você que é mais que especial.'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-3917393914717535305</id><published>2009-10-15T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:48:41.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem a distância nos separa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca na minha pensei que fosse achar pessoas como vocês,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão espaciais que pudesse fazer do meu mundo um mar de rosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problemas?sim acontecem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais quando eu fico autoritária e digo:Não comigo não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai levanto a cabeça e cigo com vocês,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabe no dia em que tudo isso acabar vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser como se eu perdesse um pedacinho de mim,e sabe pq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que já a vida me acostumou a ter vocês sempre do meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais o que ninguém nunca vai tirar de mim o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tão grande e intenso que sinto por vocês,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo o tempo que em muitas vezes nos prega pesas terrivéis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cada um de for embora vai ser como&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se tivessem levando um pedacinho de mime o que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai restar são apenas saudades,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais se fosse por mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por minha vontade eu nunca deixaria nem um de vocês partirem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pq eu sei como é ruim ver alguém que a gente tanto ama partindo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando isso acontece é quando lembramos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como foi bom cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo,cada minuto,e percebemos que ter brigado não valeu apena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando não expressamos o que realmente sentimos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palavras bonitas e agradáveis que deixamos a desejar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e assim a consciência e a tristeza fala mais alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso digo,sei que um dia não terei vocês perto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas quero aproveitar todo momento que Deus nos proporcinar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que possamos expressar cada sentimento,cada felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que dos nossos corações venha a pureza de um amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sentimos uns pelos outros,e que possamos agir de forma mais serena,tranquila,divertida,alegre,e tudo que tenhamos direito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e jamais se esqueçam que eu essa garota maluknha de ser adooora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim lembrem-se que vocês moram aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em meu S2.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-3917393914717535305?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3917393914717535305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/nem-distancia-nos-separa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3917393914717535305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/3917393914717535305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/nem-distancia-nos-separa.html' title='Nem a distância nos separa.'/><author><name>Deus,centro da minha vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08614884005210455532</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dlVLIPzAiCU/StpQxGAoaPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-rM4tppvFjc/S220/Entre+as+flores+a+mais+bela!.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-575615984566014588.post-2027358649171253771</id><published>2009-10-15T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T05:50:48.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes você me tira a paz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não suporto pessoas inconvenientes,&lt;br /&gt;muito menos do tipo chato de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe quando acordamos em um belo dia na esperança de um dia melhor?&lt;br /&gt;Pois é...mais der repente vem alguém que você gosta muito,&lt;br /&gt;mais por um acaso ela se torna chata,sem graça,"nojenta" etc.&lt;br /&gt;Ah pessoas...sabe,isso tudo é resumo do que eu senti hoje,&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa que Deus tenha piedade veio com uma dessas para meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;eeenossa eu fiquei com uma "quente e outra fervendo"&lt;br /&gt;isso significa dizer,com muita raiva.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não deixei isso me abater e sabe pq?&lt;br /&gt;É que não vale apena eu ficar me extressante atoa,&lt;br /&gt;com pessoas tão...Só não mandei ir pra...pq eu respeito&lt;br /&gt;e não preciso usar termos que não pertencem ao meu vocabulário,&lt;br /&gt;e claro sou superior a qualquer palavra que solte para me tirar do sério.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu só lamento,além do mais confio em meu potencial,&lt;br /&gt;e garanto que essa pessoazinha abençoada não vai me tirar do a paz não.&lt;br /&gt;Falando assim vocês poderiam pensar que eu não a suporto né?&lt;br /&gt;Mais não é não,é que hoje ela foi improvável,&lt;br /&gt;e como não da pra guardar um sentimento ruim que nesse momento sinto,&lt;br /&gt;então resolvi vim aqui e dividir com vocês,&lt;br /&gt;pra vocês verem que até aquelas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;que a gente gosta pode nos tirar do comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/575615984566014588-2027358649171253771?l=deysegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2027358649171253771/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deysegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-vezes-voce-me-tira-paz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/575615984566014588/posts/default/2027358649171253771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;uma certa coisa aconteceu que me deixou em dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar que tivemos uma aula meia chata hoje,&lt;br /&gt;que eu ficava contando os minutos para que pudesse chegar ao fim,&lt;br /&gt;mas de modesta parte não era só eu que desejava tau coisa não,&lt;br /&gt;janiely estava ainda mais apresada,&lt;br /&gt;foi até passear pelo colégio,&lt;br /&gt;como se tivesse algo interessante para &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;olharkkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais tudo melhor que ficar presenciando aquela agonia&lt;br /&gt;que parecia não ter fimkkk&lt;br /&gt;mais também vamos combinar que não&lt;br /&gt;era das piores coisas,mas também não era das melhores.&lt;br /&gt;É eu acho que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Te dedico" &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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